You're mine. (H.S) / Boss.

Prologue

Arielle's POV

I need this.

I felt nervous as I entered the biggest publication company in London. It was my dream, to work here. Nothing should go wrong. I shouldn't mess anything.

"How may I help you?" A beautiful blue eyed girl asked me. She was at the help desk.

"Arielle Thompson. Here to meet Mr. Styles for the interview" I answered.

"Miss. Thompson, welcome to Style's publications. Please wait, I'll inform Mr. Styles that you're here" she smiled.

"Thank you" I returned the smile and went to the large cushioned sofas.

The place was huge. Like, really huge. All the girls were beautiful. Their dressing and matching makeup skills made them look more pretty. I took out my mobile and opened the camera forcing it to be frontwards. I did not look anything like them. I shut my phone suddenly and slid it inside my pocket.

"Miss. Thompson, come here please" the same girl called.

I walked towards her, "yeah"

"Your interview is up in 5 minutes. Mr. Styles will be meeting you on the 12th floor. Good luck" she smiled cheerfully. She noticed me being nervous.

"Thank you so much" I said and walked towards the elevator.

As I reached the 12th floor, my hands started shivering. I wanted to be confident. But something inside me, growled.

"Yes, come in" A husky voice answered when I knocked at the owner's room.

I carefully opened the door and closed it behind without glancing at the person across me.

"You must be, Arielle" He said and I looked up at him. For a second, I thought I came into the wrong room. But his name plate was there, right in front. He was very young for this position.

"Yeah" I said looking away shyly.

"You must be wondering why I am sitting here, rather than some 40 years old achiever" He gave me a warm smile showing his deep dimples. This is going to be good.

"No. I was just confused" I said honestly returning him the favour.

"Now, you've cleared your head?" He asked looking at me.

" Yes Mr. Styles." I answered with another smile.

"That's good then. Let's get into business" He started looking at my papers.

I stayed silent as he flipped through the papers.

"Why do you want this job?" He asked me closing the file.

"Because, I love writing and it has always been my dream to work in this amazing company" I replied confidently.

"That's good then. What are your hobbies?" He asked looking right into my eyes.

"Hobbies?" I asked when I thought it was a bit unprofessional.

"Yes, hobbies Miss. Thompson" He repeated. This time he leaned against the glass table.

"I read books mostly" I said.

"Good Miss. Thompson, we'll be contacting you soon. Thank you for your time here" He said, smiling politely. His dimples were very prominent this time.

"That's all then?" I asked him confusingly. He just asked me two questions. And that's it?

"Yes, Miss. Thompson, pleasure to meet you" He stood up and brought his hand towards me.

"Thank you Mr. Styles" I smiled as I took his hand and shook it one time.

His hands were large, but very soft. His green eyes were very intimate. His voice was exotic. His lips were pink. He looked like he was of my age. He looked so good in his suit and tie.

I really wanted to work here. I'm not giving up, not anymore.

Harry's POV

As she walked towards the door, I felt the urge to know more about her. I'm very glad she walked into my office for a job.

I was gonna definitely appoint her. But she said, 'it was my dream to work in this amazing company'. These words rang the bell.

As soon as she closed the door, I hurriedly called on the management, to type her an accepting letter.

"What position, sir?" Nicola asked.

"My personal assistant" I smiled proudly.

"But, she just came here. Ho...?" Before she could go on with her stupid conversation,

"Because I said so. And inform that her work starts tomorrow" With that I hung up the phone.

I did not have a personal assistant, untill now. I never thought I'd be needing one.

But this girl is different. She is definitely not someone who could work in the lobby, with those makeup kits. She looks perfect with nothing. That fascinates me. I needed to know her.

And I will.