The One Where they fall in Love.

Chapter 1.

Sophia's POV

I didn't know what to expect. A new job, a new city and a new beginning of the year. When my company told me, I had to move to London to become the personal assistant of the one and only Harry Styles, I didn't understand what was happening. Me, a 23-year-old, personal assistant of such a famous celebrity? I've always been a fan of Harry also. I watched him on the X-Factor, went to all his shows in Manchester with One Direction and also the ones that were just his shows. I don't know how I'm going to keep my cool around him, but I'll have to do my best.

I made my way towards this little diner where I was going to meet with Harry for the first time. It was cold and very snowy in London. The snow was still fresh. I couldn't wait until I was warm inside. When I finally arrived, I took a deep breath. I was finally going to meet my idol. And I can't even let it show. It's not like I'm having a meet & greet. He's going to be my boss. I walked inside the diner, which was empty at first sight, but when I looked a little better, I saw 2 figures sitting in a corner near the back. I walked up to them and finally saw Harry Styles from up close. He stood up from his seat and shook my hand.

"Hi, I'm Harry, you must be Sophia." he said with a warm smile that could make anyone melt right on the spot. "Hello Harry, I am Sophia yes. Pleasure to finally meet you, I'm a big fan." I say, keeping my cool, but letting him know that I appreciate his work. "Pleasure is mine." he says with a slight smirk on his face. He's making it hard for me to keep my cool, god damn. "Please sit, so we can discuss what your work with me will be like." he says. I sit down and say hello to the other man with Harry. "This is my number one bodyguard, Jeffrey." Harry says filling me in. "Nice to meet you Jeffrey." I say and he nods with a friendly smile. Not much of a talker, I guess.

"Okay, so Sophia, your boss Mike has told me only good stuff about you. He said you can handle a lot of pressure and stress and you will need that trait when you're working with me. You will have to come almost everywhere with me, since you have to make sure I don't do something stupid." he says with a laugh so heavenly I'm almost sure he is God. "That won't be a problem, I'll be by your side 24/7." I say also with a laugh and he joins in. I'm so glad this is going alright. "You should have an apartment close to my home, right?" he asks me. "Well, I don't know where exactly you live, but I live a 5-minute walk from here." I tell him with a nervous laugh. He looks at me amused. "Then you live very close to mine, let's leave this diner and I'll show you my home." he says and stands up. His bodyguard stands up with him and I stand up lastly.

When we walk out of the diner, I notice 5 teenage girls looking our way. They freak out when they see Harry and run towards us. Harry looks apologetically at me but I just shake my head, saying it's okay. He smiles at the girls and takes pictures with them and then we step into the black Range Rover. Harry and I sit in the back, while Jeffrey is driving.

"So, Sophia, what are your hobbies or interests? I want to get to know my assistant." he asks me genuinely interested in my life. "Well, I don't really have a hobby. I mean I like to paint and draw, but I don't really do it anymore. I like to listen to music and sing along very badly in the shower." I say and we both laugh. "You should show me one of your paintings once." he says and I nod. "I will, they are all over my apartment at the moment, since I just moved in." "Then I will have to come and visit you soon." he says with a smug look on his face. He's such a charmer, exactly how I had imagined him. I simply nod and we arrive at his place.

He lives in a penthouse, near the centre of London City. We walk inside of the building and go straight towards the elevator. We make some small talk about me moving away from Manchester and him being born and raised there. We seem to have quite a few things in common already. Our parents are divorced, we both have one sibling, grew up in Manchester and turns out we even went to the same kindergarten, but him being 2 years older than me, I of course never knew. When we finally reach his floor and the elevator opens, we are stood in front of a large door.