The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter four

Harry walks back to the young black haired woman. She gives him more clothes to try and she pins them, marking down the adjustments that need to be made. The woman walks over to me and waves, and then sits beside me.

"So you must be Charlotte, his PA right?"

I nod and she points at Harry, "I know he seems like a bratty douche, but believe me..he's a sweetheart."

I was confused to why she's telling me this, "I'm just his assistant."

"Well you'll be working with him very closely, so getting to know him is gonna have to happen."

"I already know all I need to know."

"Just don't doubt him that's all." she finishes and gets back to Harry.

I sit there taking in what she said, which was ridiculous. I can't lie though, I did have an underlying attraction to Harry. But it was more physical than anything. He was beyond beautiful, there was no denying it. I loved Evan though and I wouldn't cheat. Plus, I highly doubt Anything would happen between me and Harry. He's not attracted to me, he probably finds me annoying as hell.

Finally, the fitting is over and I walk back to my car and drive home.

Harry's POV
I kept noticing Charlotte staring at me, her stare was like fire being burned into my skin and I kinda liked the pain. When I'd look back at her, she would look right at her phone, which she wasn't very slick at.

The fashion director, who is also my stylist; Liv was constantly asking about Charlotte. I told her the basics; she's my PA, she has a boyfriend, and she hates me. "She's very beautiful." I looked at Charlotte and couldn't disagree. I had a type however and Charlotte was the complete opposite.

I always dated and had sex with models; tall, thin, and sexy. Girls like Abbey, and it wasn't that I purposely picked these girls. It's just the only people around me. All my friends and all their friends were models. Charlotte was at least 5'2" and had beautiful curves. She could be sexy by all means, but looking at her, you don't think of sexiness. She had this imperfect beauty to her. It was alluring and made you want more of whatever she gave you. Whether it was a snarl, sarcasm, attutide, or furious glare; which is all she's given me.

"I see you staring, Harry." Liv teases.

"At what?" I lie.

"You know who."

"I'm just, making sure she doesn't leave. I want a cofee."

Liv rolls her eyes and swats my arm, "You don't make it any better for yourself."

"Liv, what the hell are talking about?" She glared at me and rolled her eyes. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but being the coward and petty ass I am, I act like a dumbass.

"You said she hates you, which I doubt she does. But, you don't make it any better! Stop being so proud and demanding. Be kind, you're not gonna get a girl by being a douche all the time."

"Well one; even if I was into her, Charlotte has a boyfriend who I'm sure she loves. Two; I have Abbey."

She exhales loudly, and looks at me with disappointment, "You just said Abbey is boring."

I make my eyebrows scrunch in confusion, even though I'm not, "I did?"

"Stop playing dumb, it's not cute." She scolds and I give her an apologetic smile.

After the fitting, I go over to my brownstone and lounge in absolute boredom. I told Liv that my date with Abbey was horrendous. She's sexy and very exciting, but not for me. She was too, I don't know? Submissive? She didn't have that fire in her or that stubbornness I like about Charlotte. I thought, then scolded myself for thinking such a thought. She hates you! My mind reminded me over and over again.