The C.E.O's Assistant //h.s

Chapter 3

           "Ms.Hernandez, gather your things please. You'll accompany me and Mr.Tomlinson for lunch." He paused for a couple of seconds. "Unless you'd like to spend your lunch by yourself?"

"No," she replies, avoiding his gaze. "I'll go with you, if that's alright."

Every time Charlotte looked at Mr.Styles she remembered the way he groped that blonde in his office. She still wasn't over it, it's been three days and her face gets hot whenever she remembers what she walked in on. Mr.Styles on the other hand acted as if the incident never happened, he didn't seem embarrassed at all.

When they arrived to a fancy looking restaurant Charlotte was relieved to see that she was dressed appropriately with her pencil skirt and cream blouse. Once inside, Mr.Styles was recognized immediately and escorted to a table where a young handsome man was already seated at.

"Hey, Harry. Who's this?"

"Hello, Louis. This is my assistant, Ms.Hernandez."

Charlotte smiles politely at him. "It's nice meeting you Mr.Tomlinson."

"Pleasure," he smiles back. "And please call me Louis."

"Then you'll have to call me Charlie," she says, her tone light.

Once they're all seated a waiter comes and takes their order. The first three minutes consisted of only Harry and Louis but soon enough it was only Louis and Charlotte. They seemed really comfortable with each other, switching topics every now and then. They were like old pals, teasing and making each other laugh.

Harry scowled when he heard Louis laughing. They hadn't bothered to talk to him at all the past twenty minutes, he didn't like being ignored.

Harry quickly lifts his head up when he hears his name mentioned, thinking that they were finally including him in the conversation but it turns out Louis was just showing Charlie an embarrassing picture of him.

"He had a bloody fly on his face and he didn't even notice."

Charlie was full on laughing, not fake giggles like he was so used to hearing. Her laugh was nice to listen to, it was genuine.

She stopped laughing but Louis showed her the picture again and she started laughing even harder, occasionally snorting.

"I made like four shirts with this picture on it and I gave it to some of our friends and then random people started contacting me, saying they wanted a shirt. It was hilarious, and plus I made like two hundred dollars until Harry got mad."

Harry rolls his eyes remembering that time he walked into Starbucks and saw a teenage girl wearing a shirt with his face on it, it was weird and it made him uncomfortable.

"Why would people buy a shirt with Harry's face?" Charlie asked once she calmed down.

"Apparently Harry has a fanbase? He's like really popular on social media for being hot and a CEO. I don't know, just look his name up on Instagram and a bunch of fan pages come up." He shrugs.

"Cool," Charlie muttered, a little impressed.

"Anyways," Louis charmingly smiles. "Can I have your number?"

"No," Harry snaps almost immediately.

"No ones talking to you, eat your organic salad or whatever." Louis waves him off and Charlotte feels bad when Harry scowls but eats his salad nonetheless. But then she remembered how cold he was towards her and she doesn't feel bad anymore.

"So your number?" She gave him her number and a few seconds later she receives a text with a picture of Harry with a fly on his face, making her laugh hard again making Harry stare at her in awe. He liked how she would sometimes cover her mouth when she smiled or laughed. She would even snort sometimes, making her embarrassed.