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Harry Styles - Shop Assistant

Since a few months, I live in London. I moved there because it was the city of my dreams and because i wanted to build up a life there. So I applied for a job as shop assistant, bought an appartment which a friend of me decorated, got a plain ticket and here I am. I folded the clothes neatly and stapled them under the window. I smiled as I looked outside. It was winter and London was covered in snow. Time went by so fast since I moved here. The shop is small and the owner (my boss) is a bitch to be honest, but the clothes they're selling are absolutely amazing. It's like Tumblr coming alive.

I heard the door open and the bell of the shop rang. I looked up when green eyes met mine. That was Harry Styles. Then there was this awful sound of 4 pairs of shoes dropping on my feet and the stand where they were on fell with it. "FUCK." I said and covered my mouth immediately. "Let me help you." a deep raspy voice said calmly. Harry quickly walked up to me and grabbed the shoes of the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm new here and I just ..." I stutterd. "It doesn't matter love, these dumb accidents happen to me all the time." I looked up and his eyes met mine again, this time the eye contact lasted longer. I could just look right into his soul, damn. I got pulled out of trance by my boss shouting that i should hurry up and help the customer. We both stood up awkwardly and I was the first to say something.

"So, can I help you sir?" "Yes actually, I was looking for a new shirt that I could wear on tour, shows, interviews, well you know. Basically something that is not to hard to combine with jeans." "Well maybe this will fit, I walked to a pile with blouses. Red, striped with black and white. I handed him the clothing and turned around to look further. When I was about to show him a plain black t-shirt he had already changed into the blouse. "How does it look?" He asked politely with puppy eyes. God, he's beautiful. As I looked down to his clothes, I started to laugh. It appeared that I was so distracted by.. well, him that I took a size that was way to big. When he looked in the mirror, an addorable laugh escaped from his lips. "You're probably right." he said with a grin on his face while his reflection looked at me. I grabbed a plain black t-shirt with a v-neck (this time in the good size). He walked up to the changing room probably to remove the blouse from his body. When I walked back to the changing room he opened the curtains. He had no shirt on and shit... I couldn't stop staring. The tattoos that covered his body in beautiful figures and texts, the abs and his biceps. There was certainly a spark of flirtation in the way we looked at each other and the tension was noticeable. I handed him the shirt but instead of the shirt, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the changing room. He bit his lip as he pinned my hands to the wall. "Damn, I'm sorry but I can't stand to just look at you like that." "Like what?" I asked and looked deep into his eyes. "Just like this." He grabbed my face softly with his big hands and his lips came closer. I placed my hand in his hair and stroke through his soft curls. His soft lips touched mine and we were kissing. When he pulled back, he bit my lip first and eyes opened to look from my lips, to my eyes. "I think I can use some help putting on this shirt, I'm a bit distracted." He said. I softly pulled the shirt over his head and his arms and it appeared to look great. "Perfect." He said simply. I walked to the desk and pulled the shirt in a bag while he was putting his clothes on again. I quickly wrote my phone number on the receipt and stuffed it into the bag. When harry came back he paid and walked out of the shop without saying a single word and I was gutted. I saw the snowflakes touch his hair as he putted on his beanie and got his phone out of his pocket. I turned around sadly and just when I was about to walk to the back of the shop my phone rang. Harry stood there in front of the window, snow all over him, the receipt in his big hands and smiling at me like an idiot. "I just knew you would pull this off." He said cheeckily. "I'll pick you up tonight, 8 p.m., at the London eye because you're new here and you just... need to be shown around I guess" He winked, remembering the first words i ever said to him as he smiled again. He hang up the phone and walked away. Guess London indeed was the city of my dreams.

Yes, sorry I know it's a bit long, but I'm a Harry girl and I couldn't resist. I haven't got any time to check the grammar so sorry if there are some mistakes. Hope you enjoyed. X