My boss, Mr.Styles {H.S.}

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"Ok Jane, I'm gonna head home. You ok here?" Bradley asked me, picking up his suit jacket and turning off his computer.

"Ill be fine." I responded, continuing to work.

"Hey do you know if we have a meeting tomorrow?" he asked me, packing up his briefcase. I turned to look at him.

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to Styles since the luncheon." I said, folding a piece of stray paper into a origami hat. 

"Ok well, Im gone. See ya mills." Bradley said ruffling my hair in a older brother way.

"See ya." Just then i got a message on my phone.

Luke:

Janey? 

Sent 12:45 am 

 I didn't have the heart to respond so i turned my phone off. I began to think about luke again. He had been my step bother since we were very little and his dream was always to make it big. He had the talent and the looks and he had the band. I was so pissed at myself for not getting him that record label. I finished the file i was working on and decided to go to the 30th floor. Outside of Harry's office is a waiting room that looks over the skyline of all of New York. When the elevator opened onto the 50th floor, the shiny floor was illuminated with lights. As i walked to the window my breath caught in my throat. It was so beautiful and the fact that it was just one city out of the whole world was crazy. Its just so crazy that the universe is so big and people can meet other people and find love. My thoughts turned back to luke. Lanky, weird, silly luke. He never fit in at school until they made 5sos. Just my cute little aussie brother and his weird friends, making music. And it was good music. They had talent. But it broke my heart when i walked into his room to find him crying about all the hate. I could feel tears beginning to slip down my face. Suddenly, i felt a hand on my arm. When i turned around i was facing Harry. I quickly wiped my cheek.

"What's wrong Jane?" He asked trying to look into my eyes. I shifted my gaze to the ground.

"Oh it's uh, it's nothing." I said quickly getting up. Before I could walk away i felt a hand slip into mine as he pulled me close. I tried to avoid his gaze, but he put his hand on my cheek and lifted my face to his. 

"What's wrong?" He asked again, softly.

"My step-brother. He's not doing well in his work. He's a musician and he can't get his start and I can't help. It's my fault. If I was smarter I could help him. It's all my fault. I had a chance. I ruined it. I ruined it." I said giving up and falling into the tall, well dressed man. He put one hand on my lower back and ran the other through my hair.

"shh jane its not your fault. It's not your fault jane." He said, his lips moving against my ear. I looked up at his green eyes. 

"I'm not good enough for this Mr. Styles. I can't be a big shot advertiser I'm not smart enough." I said the tears welling up again.

"Yes you can" He looked into my eyes but it felt like he was reading my feelings. I looked away. "hey look at me" He said. 

"No Mr. Styles I-" I looked up once again and his lips crashed into mine. We stood there On the 50th floor tangled up in each others arms. The streets of New York below were moving fast but where we were, it was like time had stopped. His lips we rough against mine and i couldn't get enough of the texture. I positioned my hands on the back of his neck and intertwined my fingers in his curly hair. He pulled away. 

"Call me Harry." He said in his rugged british accent before picking me up and walking towards his office. We kissed the whole way there, my legs around his waist. When we got there I jumped off him and he went to his desk. While he was putting papers into his briefcase i got a chance to look at the pictures on his desk. There was one of him and a beautiful blonde girl, and another with him when he must have been 17, the same girl and an older woman. She was beautiful too. Harry had her eyes.