(Imagine 6)
Styles Enterprise:
It was the first day of your internship for Styles Enterprise, mixed emotions - you had, nervous one minuet and excited the next.
"Name?" The lady behind the counter questioned bluntly.
"(Y/N),"
"Ah, you must be his next victim." She grinned mischievously, "And you're only 18, so sweet."
That made your stomach drop, definitely nervous now. "He's on the top floor, hun." The lady smiles as you make your way towards the elevator.
"Oh," She calls out, "Good luck!"
You give out a small smile and press the button to the top floor. Once you were up, your eyes widen at the sight - every secretary here had blonde hair. You gulped, feeling insecure in the grey skater skirt with a white tank-top tucked in, with a cardigan over it .
Slowly but surely you walk towards the main room, it was big - with windows surrounding it, yet they were covered with curtains, long silky curtains.
You gave out a knock which got you a response of "Come in."
And you did, walking towards his desk, your new boss not even glancing up. "Yes?"
"H-Hi," You squeak out.
This catches his attention, "Oh - you must be (Y/N)!"
"Yes, sir."
He smiles looking you from head to toe, you curl your toes in the black converses (which probably wasn't the best ideal shoes to wear).
"Welcome to Styles Enterprise," Mr. Styles says, eyes still on your legs, "Your desk will be just outside of mine."
"Alright, anything you need me to do?"
You here him mutter something along the lines of, you need to get undressed, but you were probably hearing wrong - since he was way out of your league.
"Not now, but I will maybe later." He says turning to you.
"Just let me know," You respond then walked out towards your new desk. Setting down your things, you sink on the spiny, comfortable, chair.
"I could get used to this," You grin gliding your fingers on the white laptop keyboard.
-A few days later-
"Good Morning Mr. Styles," You smile putting down the things you were supposed to get; coffee and a muffin. "Here is your decaf with two shots of espresso," You say, "And a blueberry muffin cut in half."
You take the newspaper that was tucked under your arm and hand it towards him, "I know you were on business last night and missed the packers game, so the play by play is on page 68."
He smiled, "When did I get someone as good as you, (Y/N)?"
You shrug grinning, "Maybe its just fate, Mr. Styles."
"So glad I'm signing your intern papers."
"As am I," You say, "Now if you excuse me I have to get back to typing up that report you wanted."
"Thank you, (Y/N)."
"No problem, sir." You smile and walk out towards your desk, in which you already began to decorate. And so you begin the report your hot boss wants on his desk in three hours, sighing you hear the phone ring.
