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Harry Edward Styles:

To belong or to not belong. To do or to not do. It's all about decisions, the ones you have to take. But there will always be someone trying to influence your opinions, feelings, and thoughts. Together with your own common sense and needs you have a tornado inside of your head not giving you more than summing and the basic 'processing'. So where do I really belong tornado? Give me the answers. Because I want to know where I can feel the most me.

"Mr. Styles, I need a meeting with Mr. Tomlinson right now" Mr. Hendriks is commanding standing in front of my desk with his finger pointing at me. He is trying to show me how much bigger than me he is. How much respect I should show him and his importance. I've been working for Louis for two months now, and the numbers of situations like this is only growing. It's by now making me unsure if this is what I want to do. Do I want to be made into a little child getting yelled at from their parents, each time some work partners of Louis's aren't happy?

"For the third time, Mr. Tomlinson isn't available right now" I answered him trying to stop the conversation and getting the guy to leave.

"Isn't available you say? And why is he then talking to that woman in the reception right now? I'm sure you are not doing your job is the right explanation here. Tomlinson has enough money to hire someone better in their job" the man roughly spoke. A drop of his spit reaching my skin. An ugly wet spot coming from the man with the ugly mouth with what should be hurtful words.

"Oh Louis. Nice seeing you. Your assistant was just about to ask for you" Hendriks smiled and walked towards Louis who greeted the man happily. I don't understand how he can go good for someone like him. I guess people are only nice to the ones who will do themselves good. Mr. Hendriks get a lot of working places for his employees by Louis's company, and when he gets them out in work he earns a lot of money. Cruel. He doesn't want to help the needing a job, that's a fact I'm sure about from my latest three meetings with his man.

"How is your wife doing?" Louis asked him as they walked into his office. I rolled my eyes and went back to work, taking long breaks because I felt like I deserved it after the hell that man caused me this morning. I made myself some coffee and sat back down in my office. 'Coffee x2' Louis sent via our Teams conversation. I had just made myself some to enjoy and now I have to work for a douchebag.

"Your coffee Mr. Tomlinson" I said placing Louis cup of coffee on his desk. Louis stared at me waiting for me to set down the coffee for Mr. Hendriks as well. But the truth was that I had no plan to do so.

"Didn't you see the x2 in the message Harry?"

"Message? I haven't got any message. This is your usual 11 am coffee" I excused myself, dumb enough to not check the clock which apparently was 1:30 p.m. right now. Louis raised his brow as I walked towards the doors to leave the office, I was not going to leave room for him to tell me to get Hendriks a cup anyways.

"HARRY, wait. Can you schedule another meeting with Mr. Hendriks here tomorrow?" he yelled right before I managed to get out. My hands were on the doorknob, and I was so close.

"Your schedule is full tomorrow sir" I politely spoke.

"Make room for it"

"Are you sure? All of your meetings are very important tomorrow" I spoke. Including the lunch meeting he is having with me. He promised to take me to the new Italian restaurant down street. I've been looking forward to the lunch 'date' ever since he asked me the morning after our elevator sex in Chesiree two weeks ago. Lately he's been extremely busy working, so the time I've gotten to spend with him has been limited.

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