euphoric (n.s. AU)

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THIS IS SO CLICHE LMFAO SORRY

*Harry's POV*

"Mr. Horan, you've changed the station at least 10 times in the last 5 minutes, please pick one and stick to it because that is very distracting." I groan, making him roll his eyes. He continues to flicker through the stations, disregarding my pleads and I sigh, rubbing my face. Once he's content with the station, he walks over to me.

"What do I do today, Mr. Styles?" He asks, gently swaying his hips. I eye him up and down before smiling.

"Seems like you haven't ran into any more walls lately?" I scoff. His face twists in confusion.

"Ran into walls? What do you mean? It's- oh, haha. Yeah, I guess so." He says, scratching the back of his neck. I narrow my eyes at him before letting my eyes wander back down unsubtly before looking back to his blue orbs.

"Oh, you can do what you did before. You'll be in the mail room a lot. It's not very interesting but that's all you really need to do right now." I explain, running my hands through my hair in attempt to get it out of my face. He watches me intently before blushing and walking out. His sudden absence has me feeling slightly empty, but I ignore it before typing away on my computer. Niall comes in with a basket full of mail for me, which I groan at, knowing I have to go through all of those. He walks over before accidentally letting the bag slip through his finger tips and he blushes.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He says before looking down at the mess he had just made. I shake my head before standing up from my desk to assist the young boy. I bend down and help him gather the mail, before my hand gently brushes his. I look into his eyes and he looks up at mine. We stay like that for a few more moments before o harshly tear my gaze from him. My heart is hammering against my chest and I feel dizzy. I quickly shove the rest of the mail the the bag and take it from him.

Was that just me?

Or did he feel that, too?

I shake my head to rid myself of the peculiar thoughts. Niall looks up at me from his previous position and stands up, sitting on the windowsill, swinging his legs back and forth.

"Mr. Styles?" He says, capturing my attention. I'll let you in on a little secret. My attention actually hadn't left Niall.

"Yes, Mr. Horan?" I say. He sighs.

"I want you to call me Niall." He says. I shake my head.

"That would be very unprofessional of me, Niall." I reply. He smiles at me.

"You never told me your name." He remarks. I roll my eyes.

"Harry." I inform him. His eyes sparkle.

"Harry." He repeats. I nod my head.

"Styles?" I nod again.

"Harry Styles. That's a cute name. It suits you." He tells me and I chuckle.

"Thank you, Mr. Horan." I thank. He frowns at me.

"Ahem, you mean Niall." He corrects and I nod my head at him.

"If you want me to call you Niall, I will." I tell him and a huge smiles creeps on his face that he tries to avoid by biting his bottom lip. I mentally coo.

"Your voice is so pretty." He says. I blush.

"Thank you."

"And your eyes are very beautiful."

"Thank you, Niall. But I believe your eyes our much more appealing than mine. They are such a rare shade, beautiful and captivating." I tell him. He blushes profusely while fiddling with his fingers.

"Thanks." He mumbles.

"Now, enough with your alluring compliments, let's get this mail sorted out." I suggest and he nods, before hopping off the windowsill and skipping towards me.

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