The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter two

It was my first day as Harry's assistant. I was meeting him at his photo shoot by central park. They closed off the park for the shoot, making it almost impossible for me to get in.
No one had given me a pass or anything, so I couldn't get in.

"Sorry, no pass, no,entry." The very bulky bodyguard tells me.

"But I'm Harry Styles' personal assistant. Do you know him? He's English, moppy hair, probably angry."

The body guard ignores my commentary and I try calling Harry's cell phone, but like I expected.. No answer.

"Ugh!" I groan furiously. I tap my foot and think of what else I could do. Then, I see Harry walking around shirtless drinking from a starbucks cup. His body is slightly tan and toned. I can't deny he has an amazing body. He must work out and diet. I notice that he also has tattoos scattered all over his body, which is odd for models. I catch myself staring and snap myself out of it before he catches me. And, that's the last thing I need.

"Harry! Harry!" I call and he ignores me.

"HARRY!" I yell and he finally turns to look my way.

He begins walking over to me and has an annoyed expression on his face, as always.
"What?" he asks.

"Tell the guard man that I'm your assistant and need to get in."

He nods and then whispers something in the guards ear. Harry looks up and smirks at me and I stand there waiting to be let in.

"Excuse me ma'am, but no fans are allowed on the premises. Please leave before I escort you out."

"What? Ew, I'm not a fan, I'm his assistant." I say pointing to Harry, who is now walking away.

"Mr. Styles said that you are a very violent fan. Please leave miss, or else I'll have to make you."

I just stay silent and walk away. Is Harry fucking serious? Does he think this is funny, because I really don't. I'm so frustrated, I want to rip my hair out -- no, Harry's hair out. I decide to just walk to the closest restaurant nearby and buy lunch.

As I'm finishing my sandwich, someone slides in the seat across from me, and I guess what rude ass would do that? None other than Harry, of course.

I swallow my last bite of my sandwich and tilt my head up to glare at Him. He's wearing a shirt now, which relieves me. "What could you possibly want?" I ask annoyed.

He's smirking once again, "You are my assistant and I need assistance." He says and eats the fries I havent finished.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought I was just a violent obsessive fan who just dreams about licking your abs." I say with the most sarcastic tone, which only amuses him more.

"Woah watch it there." He chuckles, "And here I thought you hated me? Well darling, we can go to my townhouse and you can lick my abs there. I'm not really into public licking."

I shake my head and scoff in disgust, "What do you need? Or are you just here to piss me off?"

"I actually need you to reschedule my fitting tonight."

"Sorry can't."

He lets out a groan, "Why the hell not?"

"I need a reason why. You know, rescheduling fittings cost you money."

"And? I have money, lots of it actually."

"Well, I can't just let you just waste thousands of dollars on resheduling for something as useless as a haircut, which you need by the way."

He looks at me with the most annoyed expression, "Listen you're my assistant, not my mother, I already have one thank you very much."

I roll my eyes, "You think I give a crap about you? I could care less how stupid and reckless you look. If I just reschedule or cancel anything for stupid reasons, I'll look lazy or a push over and then no one will hire me." I shout at him then realize we're still inside the restaurant and now everyone is staring at us.

I look over to Harry, who looks ready to kill. He stands up and rushes out the restaurant. I pay the check and rush out to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Harry's Pov

I had to get up and get away from her, who the hell does she think she is? One thing I can't stand is people telling me what to do, I'm a fucking adult I'll do whatever the fuck I want.

I didn't even know this girl's name and she was telling me what I can and can't do. I don't care what Talia says or what my dad does, she's fucking fired. I never wanted an assistant and now I will no longer have one.

I walk to where my Bentley is parked and get in and slam,the door. I grab my phone from my pocket to call Talia and tell her what's happening from here on out.

"Hello." She answers after the third ring.

"I don't give a shit what you say, I want her fucking fired!" I spit harshly.

"What happened now? It's her first day on the job, what did you do?"

"What did I do?" I repeat breathlessly, "You mean this wench! She won't let me cancel my fitting. She is acting like my mom. All I need her for is changing my schedule and she's not even doing that!"

"She didn't let you cancel a fitting? Wow, I'm impressed. She's more stern than I thought. I'm relieved, I thought she'd be a pushover."

"What? You're not gonna fire her? Talia, please! I can't deal with her. She's driving me mad!"

She sighs, "Goodbye Harry." and the line goes dead. I slam my fist onto the dashboard, everyone treats me like a fucking child.

I hear a soft tapping on my car window and just about lose it when I see the dark-haired girl knocking on my window, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I seeth.

Her voice is to soft to hear through shut windows. I wanted to flip her off and drive off like no tomorrow, but I had decency. I clicked the button that rolls my window down and see her sullen expression. If she's about to apologize, it's one thing I can appreciate from all this.

"Hey listen, I'm sorry about what I said in there." She speaks, and I internally scream 'HA!' She continues, "I just- crap, um.. I want to be taken seriously in this industry. I don't want us to hate each other or have problems." She kept tucking strands of her hair behind her ear as she spoke.

Since she was bending down, I could see her cleavage dangling itself in front of my eyes. She had a nice pair of tits.

I smirk and nodded like I was listening to her, "Well thank you."

Her face shifts into a serious expression, "That doesn't mean I'm letting you walk all over me and get whatever you want, keep that in mind." She says and places her hands on her hips.

I roll my eyes, "Whatever." I mutter and she walks away. Is that it? Where is she going?

I call after her, but she doesn't care and ignores me continuing to walk away.
I roll up my window and drive after her, I call after her, by saying "Hey!" or "Wait!" because I don't remember her name.

I finally get right next her as she walks on the side walk and I drive slowly to maintain her speed, which is very slow. She's quite petite. "Hey, can you hold on?" I shout and she finally turns her head to me.

"What?" She mutters.

"Um, I never got your name."

She looks at me with the most annoyed expression, her full lips are held between her teeth, then she finally answers, "Charlotte." she says deadpan.

"Well see you tomorrow Charlotte." I wave her goodbye and she just nods. I kinda feel sorry for her, I acted kinda dickish. Then again, I hate it when people tell me what to do.