Sudden Identity 《Harry Styles Fanfic》

Forever Young

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Harry's POV

"I told you specifically what I wanted, how can you suddenly forget? Are you suddenly that dumb? I hired you for a fucking reason so see to it that you get it fucking right or get out!"

"Y-yes Mr. Styles" my assistant scrambled and almost ran in her four inch disaster. I scoffed.

Why the hell did I hire this barbie doll? Instead of working like I pay her to, all she does is go on social media, talk to her other barbie friends about how bored she is and won't stop making googly eyes at me.

Yes I might be young but I'm not stupid. And right now I'm completely pissed because she all but had me to postpone one of my important meetings with a few important people who were supposed to come here and talk about the company's expansion.

Hearing a low chuckle I look up to see a familiar face looking at me in amusement.

I raised an eyebrow and he full on started laughing. I sighed and let out a low chuckle slightly joining in on the joke.

"Its not funny Zayn." I muttered sitting at my father's chair. I still wasn't use to calling it my chair but honestly I don't care.

Zayn, clad in a black suit and matching tie with a white shirt underneath came in further into the office and sat at the seat opposite.

"And you need a haircut." He looked at me examining my long curly hair which was now past my shoulders. I automatically ran a hand through and looked at him with amusement in my eyes.

"You need to get a stable girlfriend." I replied cheekily and he mocked a shock look. Zayn, to my dismay, was a very handsome lad with black hair he keeps up and keeping a stubble with a handsome face as youth radiates off him in his light brown almost hazel eyes. Lucky for him all the girls fawn over him more than they do me and I'm honestly glad. I am way too busy to associate myself into any relationship.

"Look whose talking." He said me rolling his eyes and I smiled at him. Zayn and I had been friends as far as I could remember. There was never a thing we didn't do together. I loved him like a brother and he, I. Even though he's two years older than me I usually acted as the matured one and he the non mature one.

Even when we're in meetings he made it his lifes dream to make it entertaining saying I was "too boring and plain".

"Anywhose I came here to ask if you would care to join me for lunch Saturday since we're both going to be busy." He said putting his legs on my father's table.

"Of course, but why didn't you just call?" I asked.

"Well if you knew where I was talking you would hang up on me" I smiled clasping his hands infront of him.

"Bloody no!" I exclaimed at him. If he's talking about the café runned by the Payne's son I certainly will not be going there.

"Oh come on Harry, you didn't even here the reason why I wanna go." He said taking his feet off the table and looking at me with glee.

"Why? What could possibly want you t wantt me to go have lunch with you at that place runned by a scoundrel" I sneered.

Zayn got up and stopped at my glass window looking out at the lush fields of Whitefield and turned towards me with a grin.

"Because, my dear friend, we have a new friend here"

I was slightly taken a back.

A new inhabitant? Here? In the town of nowhere.

"Really?" I said trying to sound bored while looking into a file I saw open.

"Oh yes, she hails from America. Manhattan to be exact and I heard she's quite lovely when she's not cooped up in her apartment at the apartment complex. She's been here for a week now" He continued and I knew exactly what he was up to.

"Zayn, why do you want to go and bother the poor girl now?" I groaned while his grin only got wider.

"I just want to see what I'm missing out on since dad has me so bloody busy I haven't even been out for fresh air properly" I frowned at that.

Both of our dads have been hard on us from the very beginning and I don't blame. Being cooped up in this office has been a bother and I would like to have a breather and hang out with my best friend.

With I sighed I decided to go with it.

"Chelsea!" I called out to my barbie secretary.

"Its uh... Chasity, Mr Styles. Oh! Mr Malik! I didn't see you there!" She exclaimed excitedly as she twirl her blond hair around her finger.

Oh for heavens sake!

"I don't care. Now, book a lunch for this saturday for Mr. Malik so cancel any meetings between twelve and two o clock and I hope you get it right this time." I growled at her.

"Yes s-sir" she answered and ran out of the office again.

This better be worth it