Heart Part 1. Those Eyes

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This is it. My very first day as one of the world's biggest billionaire's assistant.

I looked into my mirror to check if there were any wrinkles on my clothes and decided to tie my hair, wanting to maintain a simple formal look for my first day. Once I finished tying my hair, Lexie suddenly came screaming into my room.

"I still can't believe it. You got accepted as Harry fucking Styles' assistant! One of the world's biggest billionaires and most eligible bachelor hired you as his fucking personal assistant!" She yelled as she held me by my arms, shaking me.

"Lexie, stop" I giggled. "Okay, I got the job, so what?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh please. I know you, you're very nervous right now" She smirked at me.

"Okay, maybe I'm a bit nervous," I say and she raised an eyebrow at me "Okay fine, maybe a lot" I admit with a laugh.

"Hey, don't worry about it too much. You're gonna do great and I trust you enough not to come running back here once you've stepped inside the building" Lexie joked and I laughed along with her.

When our laughter died down, I looked down on my outfit, still unsure about it.

"Lex, is my outfit okay?" I asked her nervously.

"Girl, you look so fashionably hot for your first day, I might do you." She said, looking at me from head to toe.

I giggled at her comment before grabbing my things. "Well okay then, I better get off to work, wouldn't want to be late on my first day, right?" I told her.

"Of course, good luck on your first day! I love you!" Alexa waved goodbye.

I gave her a wave and went out of my bedroom, down the stairs and, stepped out of the front door. I unlock me and Alexa's shared car, got in and, drove out of the driveway.

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After finding a parking spot with much difficulty, I finally got in the forty story company building of Styles Enterprises. I was greeted with a large desk filled with receptionists. Good thing I already met a friend here or I would be a nervous wreck.

I stood in front of Jennette who sat behind the desk along with a few other receptionists. The others stared at me with a hint of shock in their eyes, probably surprised to see me back and officially hired. I noticed that most of Mr. Styles' employees were blonde and had the typical classic look going on. Blonde hair, blue eyes, all of them even wearing the same shade of red lipstick but I shrugged it off and thought it was just an odd coincidence.

I cleared my throat and Jennette finally looks up at me. She smirked at me and I roll my eyes, shaking my head while I smile at her.

"So, I was right then" She pulls her hand up, her fingers beckoning me to hand over the money.

"I was hoping you'd forget about this" I muttered which she probably heard and laughed at me. I reached inside my handbag for my wallet and hand her 50 pounds.

We made a bet yesterday whether I'll be accepted for the job or not. I told her that I wouldn't because I'm not blonde and she laughed then assured me that I would. Whoever loses will unfortunately give the winner 50 pounds. Jennette even thought about going as far as raising the stakes to £100 but I was quick enough to respectfully decline with me practically yelling her to stop.

"Thank you. Now I'm sure you know where Mr. Styles' office is or would you like me to accompany you?" Jennette asked and I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I can manage" I said, smiling at her.

"Okay, good luck!" She smiled back, waving at me as I made my way over to the elevator.

I waved back, laughing at her overdramatic actions. I enter the elevator, a bit surprised to see that I was alone considering that it was a very busy day. The elevator doors close and I sigh before taking a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down. I stare at my hazy reflection on the metal doors and tried to fix a few visible creases. I hear a soft ding as I reached the fortieth floor. The doors opening to reveal another blonde receptionist typing away on her computer behind a solid sandstone desk.

I look around. Styles Enterprises written discreetly in steel, the room was probably every architect's utilitarian fantasy.

Greatly relieved that I wasn't late, I walked out of the elevator. Hearing my five-inch heels tap on the marble floor as I walk further into the enormous and frankly intimidating lobby.

"Uhh, hi I'm Ariana Grande. I'm Mr. Styles' new personal assistant" I squeak and she looks up at me.

"Excuse me, Miss Grande. I'll notify Mr. Styles of your arrival. Please take a seat" She gives me a brief smile, gesturing towards a set of black leather chairs that were placed on my right as I shyly stood in front of her. I nod before making my way over to one of the seats.

I pretend that the woman doesn't intimidate me as I tuck a few strands of my hair that fell over my face while I patiently sat in my chair.

"Miss Grande?" The blonde woman calls and I stand up. "Yes?"

"Mr. Styles will see you in a moment. Would you like any refreshment?" She pleasantly smiles at me and I return it as I nod, grateful at her thoughtfulness but then I remember that maybe it was a part of her job to offer refreshments.

"Would you like some coffee, tea or water?" She asks. "Water, please. Thank you" I murmur and she nods as she goes to fetch me a glass of water, her heels clicking and echoing on the floor.

She returns after a while and hands me a glass of iced water. "Here you go. I hope this helps with the nerves" She whispers as she smiles at me, winking. She returns to her seat behind the desk and continues her work. I wonder if it was legal for Mr. Styles to insist on only hiring blondes but then I remember that I wasn't blonde and I slowly slouch in my seat, my hands fidgeting as negative thoughts began to cloud my mind. Thinking that maybe my employment in Styles Enterprises has all been just one horrible mix-up.

"Miss Grande?" The woman calls for me again and I abruptly stood up, snapping away from my thoughts.

"Mr. Styles will see you now."

I quickly grab my glass of water and swallow hard, desperately trying to suppress my nerves. The blonde woman offers me a reassuring smile and I give her a nervous smile. I should ask for her name later.

While I followed the specific directions as to where the main office of Mr. Styles is, I take my time to carefully do a breathing exercise to calm my nerves.

This is the first time I'm going to meet the famous owner of the great Styles Enterprises. The more I thought about this, the more nervous I got. Who knows if I might get fired on my first day.

I immediately shook the negative thoughts away as I stood in front of Mr. Styles' door. Once again, I fix my outfit to make sure it still looks presentable before taking another deep breath and opened the door.

As I began to push the door open, I mentally slap myself for not knocking first. I tried to redeem myself by trying to close the door and pretend that I didn't forget my manners but my two left feet betray me as I stumble into the room.

I curse out loud just as I land on my hands and knees. Oh god. I guess I can kiss my first job ever goodbye.

"Miss Grande" I hear a deep and raspy voice say above me and I sighed, bracing myself for the consequences of my clumsy actions. I slowly look up, eyeing the rings of the long-fingered hand being offered to me. I notice the small cross tattooed onto the skin of his left hand and my eyes then trail over to the owner. Holy shit.

"I'm Harry Styles."

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Yayy! First chapter of JALBOYH is done !! Sorry for this chapter being short and all. Please forgive me, I will make it up to you guys in the next future chapters ! I look forward in reading all your thoughts in the comments and don't forget to vote !

All the love xx
Cath. x

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