euphoric (n.s. AU)

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*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, examining his small frame 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? That's - oh, haha. Yeah, I guess not." He says, scratching the back of his neck. I narrow my eyes at him before letting my eyes wander down his body unsubtly before looking back into 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, his eyes looking me up and down playfully before blushing and walking out. His sudden absence has me feeling slightly empty, but I ignore it before replying to a few clients via email. If almost on cue, the moment I'm alone in the office, the dull ache in my head makes it way to the front of my attention, the one I've grown all too familiar with. I grab the ibuprofen I keep in my desk drawer out, throw a couple back and chug some of the water on my desk that Allison graciously left for me this morning. Niall comes in with a bag full of mail for me, which I groan at, knowing we 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, 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. Our eyes instantly lock together, both quietly examining the others' features. Time feels like it has stopped completely as I lose myself in his gaze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up with his touch. We stay like that for a few more moments before I harshly tear my gaze from him. My heart is hammering against my chest and I feel dizzy; I've never felt this way. I want to stay like this forever, perpetually staring into Niall's beautiful blue eyes with goosebumps and butterflies, the music humming behind us; but I know it has to end eventually. I quickly shove the rest of the mail the the bag and snatch it from him.

Was that just me?

Or did he feel that, too?

I shake my head to rid myself of the peculiar thoughts, throwing the overflowing bag of mail at my desk before plopping down on my chair. There has never been a point in time where physical touch has made me feel anything besides disgust or awkwardness. What's different with this boy? Niall looks up at me from his previous position and stands up quickly, dusting himself off and sitting on the windowsill,  his legs swinging 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. At all.

"Yes, Mr. Horan?" I say. He rolls his eyes playfully, placing his hands next to his legs and leaning forward on them.

"I want you to call me Niall." He says. I shake my head, disregarding his request. I can't allow myself to be so informal with him, especially not after our most recent exchange.

"That would be very unprofessional of me, Niall." I reply, playfully shaking my finger at him. His mouth forms into a big goofy grin, one that I've grown to enjoy. This boy must be growing me.

"You never told me your name." He remarks, his legs swinging in sync below him. The eye contact we keep during our conversation is so intense that I have to shift in my seat to release some of the pressure I felt building up.

"Harry." I inform him. His eyes sparkle in a way that I haven't seen from him before.

"Harry." He repeats. I nod my head, enjoying the way my name sounds coming from him.

"Styles?" I nod again.

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

"How so?" I question, repeatedly clicking a pen that sat on my desk.

"It just does. I couldn't imagine your name being anything else." He explains, the grin on his face never leaving. He hops up from his place on the windowsill and instead sits at his chair in front of my desk. I take this time to really get familiar with his features; his blond hair sits flat against his head, pushed to the side slightly. He's worn it in a quiff once, but I think I prefer this hairstyle on him - it really captures just how sweet and innocent he seems. His eyelashes, slightly darker than his hair color, frame his big blue eyes; always wide with curiosity and excitement. His lips are bright pink and match with his cheeks when he blushes.

"Thank you, Mr. Horan." I say, breaking the silence I caused by staring at him for so long. His cheeks were flushed pink by this time, something I always enjoy seeing.

"Ahem, you mean Niall." He corrects, and I roll my eyes playfully at him. Perhaps referring to him by his first name wouldn't be so bad, right? I feel as if we've gotten a lot closer than before.

"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. My heart skips a beat at the sight, and I slap myself mentally for it.

"Your voice is so pretty." He says, leaning forward on my desk towards me. My heart is pounding in my chest from his sudden proximity, my hands clammy all of a sudden.

"Thank you." I manage to choke out, and he smiles slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And your eyes are very beautiful." He adds, leaning in further to the point where he is basically laying on my desk, his legs dangling behind him. I swallow a lump in my throat.

"Thank you, Niall. But I believe your eyes are much more appealing than mine. They are such a rare shade, beautiful and captivating. Green eyes are boring." I tell him, staring into his eyes with the same intensity. He blushes profusely while sliding off my desk and back into his chair, and I catch myself missing how close he was before.

"Thanks." He almost whispers, batting his eyelashes at me playfully. I let out a chuckle and shake my head. He really has grown on me.

"Now, enough with your alluring compliments, let's get this mail sorted out." I suggest and he nods, before scooting his chair closer to my desk.

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