FLIRTationship turns into Relationship (A Harry Styles Imagine) / EDITING /

Chapter 1

Your Mind

You were on a beach resort with the band, One direction and some of the crew for their song composition and for relaxation as well.

You know by yourself how amazing your life has become the moment you met those 5 crazy lads and you even got the chance to work for them as a personal assistant.

It was 7:30 sharp in the evening and even though you're surrounded by handsome human beings, you can't deny the fact that you're missing (your country).

Since everyone's busy; Niall's at the veranda composing/tuning his guitar to the song lyrics, Zayn's on the couch holding his sketch pad AGAIN, Liam's right in front of the television couple of inches away watching the wrestling match of his favourite wrestler for the nth time. Louis is beside the pool playing with his football, and Harry's flirting with someone on the phone. The usual.

You decided to just go to the kitchen and look for something to eat. You opened the fridge to see nothing but beers and a couple of pineapple pies. But you're badly allergic to pineapples. Seeing those pies, you lost your appetite.

You turn around and you saw the sink flooded with used plates and glasses. You suddenly remembered that you used to wash dishes every after dinner.

So you decided to wash those since you noticed no one in that place has the initiative to do that.

You started with the glasses. After a minute or two, Harry arrived to the kitchen. He noticed you and come near you.

''Hey (y/n), why are you the one doing that? We can just call for a room service instead.''

''No. Its alright.'' You said facing him with a smile.

''You sure?''

''Yeah.'' you plainly said. ''But your hands'll get rough?'' He asked a hint of concern felt behind his green orbs.

''Im ok, seriously ahah. Im used to this. I've been doing this when I was in (y/c).''

''Ooh. Smeone's missing home! Well if you want, I can stay to entertain you while being diligent over those plates?'' He suggested as he points out the dirty dishes.

''Honestly, yes ahah.'' He nod as response. You just continue your scrubbing when you finally felt that harry won't start a conversation, so you did instead.

''You know what-''

''Not yet.'' You were cut off by his tone trying to be funny.

''Are you being funny Styles? Course you won't. But you will if you let me finish my sentence.''

''Just tryin'. didn't pay?'' His smug smile fades as he realised you're not into his corny lines as of the moment.

''no.'' you said with a smirk. Feeling the victory of seeing harry in the state. He didn't say a word so you proceed.

''I honestly cannot believe until now that I'm with all of you. I mean, being One Direction's personal assistant is every fan's dream.'' You let out a dreamy sigh that made harry let out a cheeky laugh.

''Well babe, believe. Coz this is reality.'' He pats your shoulder as he says.

''Right.'' and you smiled.

Harry come near you and looked at the dirty plates.

''May I?'' He asked. "May I what? Wash the dishes?" He nod as response and you slighly chuckle but you heard no 'joke' or no 'i'm kidding' after you laugh him off ''Seriously??''

''What? I just wanna try.'' He respond with pure innocence and curiosity in his tone.

''But you're not used to this way of washing dishes. You see, Im doing it manually. There's no dishwasher in here. it'll take time.''