Harry and the Assistant

Chapter 10: The Rule Breaker

I took my heels off in the elevator leaning back against the wall, chewing on the inside of my lip softly. I wiped the tears that had kept falling since I walked away from Harry. I felt pathetic for it, because I had complicated something that didn't need to be complicated.

He was my boss. Maybe my friend, but nothing more. I placed so much unnecessary pressure on him with my last statement and I hated myself for it.

The elevator doors opened and Harry sat on the floor outside the door. I quickly wiped my tears and walked out of the elevator.

"Harry? How did you even get here before me?"

"Taxi and a hundred dollar bill." He half smiled and I nodded, "But I didn't have my key, so here I am."

I closed the rest of the distance between us and held out my hand to him to help him up. He took it and stood up, standing close to me. I took a deep breath trying to walk around him, but he stopped me, his hand on my waist.

"You know the first thing Jeff told me when he hired you." He said, in almost a whisper.

"What?" I said softly.

"You can't sleep with her. You can't fall for her. You can't date her," he swallowed.

I nodded, "I understand."

"No, you don't, because I've already broken one of those rules. Everyday I break it over and over again. Every time I'm anywhere near you I'm breaking that rule."

"Harry, pleas—No. You don't get to tell me that I've never looked at you a certain way and not let me explain myself. Not let me explain how hard it was for me to see you go on a date with James. Over and over. How shameful I felt when you caught me having sex with someone. How I kept bringing women over as a distraction from your dates. From you."

I felt the tears falling down my face and he reached up and wiped them away, "Christy, I haven't crossed any lines because I don't want Jeff to get rid of you, or even worse, for you to chose to leave. But you had to have an idea. What other job, like this, have you laughed around with, pushed around, been this playful with the person you were working for? What other person you worked for wanted to spend every free moment with you?"

I swallowed looking down then back up at him, whispering, "I just knew how I felt. And I felt inferior to you and every woman you brought over." I looked down.

"Christy," he lifted my chin, "Do you know how inferior I feel to you daily? How witty you are? How much you keep me on my toes?" He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing my cheek softly.

I laughed softly, searching his eyes, "I am pretty great."

"That's what you got from all of that?" We laughed softly, his thumb still tracing my cheek.

I nodded, smiling playfully and he moved himself slightly closer to me.

"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered and I nodded, "Good."

He leaned in, and kissed me so gently. His arms wrapping around me, pulling me in closer as he did. I felt my entire body melt into him, and soon my arms were around him too.

We broke the kiss, leaning our foreheads against each other, he whispered softly, "No more girls. Okay? I promise."

I took a deep breath, "Harry, you don't have too. We can't—No more girls."

"Okay, but...I'm not sleeping with you. I, I've never," I took a deep breath, "I've never been with someone, in that way."

"That's fine." He said searching my eyes, and kissing my nose softly, "Just please don't be different okay? I want, what we have had, to stay the same. If not more comfortable. I can be professional, I've been doing it. Just please."

I looked away from him briefly, before my eyes meeting his again, "Okay."

He smiled softly, "You really do look amazing tonight."

I blushed, looking down, "Thank you."

He lifted my face kissing me gently again, every fiber of my being instantly loosing its stability. I broke the kiss biting my lip, "We should get inside."

He nodded finally letting me past him to open up the door and we walked inside. We both stood in the living room, unsure of what the next move was. My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.

"Umm, tomorrow morning, we have to be ready for a phone meeting with Jeff at 9 to discuss Chicago. And then we have to leave for MSG by 1 so you have time to sound check all the additional songs." I said softly.

"Okay, sounds good. Uh, can you come up to my room? After you change?" He said softly, biting his lip.

"Harry. I, I think for tonight, let's just let it be, okay?" I said and he nodded.

I smiled softly before turn around to head to my room, I was almost to the hallway when I stopped and turned to him, "Har.."

"Yeah Christy?" He said, hope in his eyes.

"Can you, um, undo my dress." I said softly.

He nodded and walked over, I turned away from him, and he unzipped my dress from the back, kissing my shoulder softly, "Good night." He said.

"Good night Harry." I didn't turn around, I just walked straight to my room to change.

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I laid in my bed later that night staring at the ceiling. I had tried to fall asleep for the past hour but couldn't stop thinking about tonight. About his kiss, about the fact that Harry Styles was falling for me. About the fact I had been blindly falling for him for a while as well.

I bit my lip, and slowly got up from my bed making my way out of the room. I was scared, because this would be stepping past a line I couldn't come back from. Yet in this moment I didn't care anymore.I made my way through the living room to the stairs leading to his room. Once at the top, I opened the door slightly, with enough room for me to walk in.

The light from his window hit on his bed perfectly, and I could see the raise and fall of his chest as he slept. I took a deep breath walking over to his bed, I lifted the covers and crawled in causing him to stir, "Christy?" He said softly.

"Who else would it be?" I said playfully.

He chuckled sleepily and pulled me close to him, and I allowed my cheek to rest on his chest, my finger tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo. Soon the struggle to sleep seemed to fade and I found myself asleep in his arms.