Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

7:Mr. Styles.

Raelynn

I was on my way to Political Science when Harry texted me.

Harry: Are you ok?

I just looked at my screen and locked it back and walked into the class. Jake sat in his normal seat next to mine by the window in the back of the room.

Harry: Raelynn, are you ok?

Me: Yes, Mr.Styles. I'm in class right now. Is there anything that you need?

I was a bit uneasy all day since Harry scared me this morning and this was my last class before I had to go to work. I wasn't as excited about going to Styles&Co as I was at first.

Harry was a handful and now that he snapped at me this morning, I know it'll take a lot of patience. My phone buzzed as I took my seat next to Jake.

Harry: What did I tell you about calling me 'Mr.Styles'? You don't need to call me that unless we're working.

Me: I'm sorry, its a force of habit.

Harry: Well it needs to be broken soon.

Me. Ok, Harry. Is there anything else? I'm in class.

Harry: No, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.

"Hey, babe. How's life in the house of Styles?" He joked, nudging my shoulder with his. I chuckled and looked at him.

"It's ok so far. It's only been a day." I left out what happened this morning, I honestly didn't want to talk about it.

He nodded, "Isn't today your first day at Styles&Co?" He said as the teacher started his lesson.
I nodded and zoned for the rest of the class.

After a long fifty minutes, the bell rung and Harry texted me and told me that he was outside.

Stuffing my books into my bag and walked out of the school and spotted Harry's black Range Rover. He was leaning against the passenger side car door waiting for me. He glared at all the students that passed him until he locked eyes with mine. He face softened as he gestured me over.

I walked to him and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. "How was school?" He said, his voice husky and low.

I shrugged, a bit uncomfortable with being this close to him.

"Use your words, Raelynn." He frowned.

"It was ok. Just as always." I whispered.

He let me go and opened the door for me to get in, once I was in he shut the and got into the drivers seat and drove home so I could get dressed.

Twenty Minutes Later

I was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a long white shirt with a cropped black tank top under the white shirt, and black heels. I walked down the stairs and to the living room where Harry had been waiting.

He looked at me, "Wow, you look beautiful." He smiled and stood.

I smiled, "Thank you, Harry."

"At work, what do you call me?" He raised his eyebrows as he buttoned the last two buttons of his blazer.

"Mr. Styles," I said softly. We had been going over this the entire time as I was getting dressed. He stood outside my door for ten minutes going over what I'm supposed to call him at work and at home.

He nodded and led me out the house and to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in and he got in as well, then we were off to work.

The ride from his house to Styles&Co was short being as his 'condo' as he calls it isn't very far from the workplace.

"I got a desk in my office set up for you," he started, his eyes never leaving the rode. I nodded, "Is that okay with you?"

We pulled into the parking lot and got out. My nerves were building up all over again. Harry placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to his office. Like he had pointed out earlier there was indeed a desk aside from his.

"You will go with me anywhere I go. If go to meetings, you're there. If I go to a lunch meeting, you're there." He said as we got to his office doors.

Now let's get this thing started.

"Oh, yeah. What's my name?"

"Mr. Styles."