Trust [ Harry Styles AU ]

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Lauren Cohan- as Emma Brooks
Emily Rudd- as Maggie Roberts
Mia Hays- as Bridgette Brooks

My eyes flutter open, a groan escaping past my lips after hearing my alarm start to go off. By alarm, I mean Maggie who won't shut up. She was a morning person, which I hated because she is also like these on weekends.

I roll over to face the other way putting the sheets over my face and hid between two pillows because she opened up the curtains.

"It's 6:30 get the fuck up! Our boss will literally torture us if we're not there at nine. Last time he embarrassed me in front of everyone. That asshole called me maggots." Maggie pulled the sheets off before smacking me with one of the pillows that I was using to hide.

Today was the first day I was starting a proper job as a secretary. My waitressing life was over from this point on. That's if I don't fuck this up.

"Fuck off," I grumble wrapping my arms around myself, pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I specifically told you not to stay up late. So now as much as you don't want to get up you're going to, even if that means having to pour water on you." With one push, my body fell to the floor.

I mumbled to myself and picked myself up using the help of my bedside. I through a shoe that peeked out from under the bed at her, but missed but at least that set her off running.

I took a quick five-minute nap after she left before actually getting up to get ready. I don't know why she was rushing me when she knew all I needed to do was throw on was a black skirt, a button up white dress shirt and a pair of black stilettos because I took a shower the night before. And for makeup, all I do is a quick and natural look, nothing crazy.

The time I entered the kitchen was at 7:40. All I needed was an hour and forty minutes.

Maggie catches my attention as I take notice that her face plastered on the table, phone in one hand and a spoonful of cereal in the other.

"What took you so long?" She asked, eyes glued to her phone.

"You're exaggerating I didn't take that long." I sat down and made myself a bowl, "Is it really necessary to wear a tight skirt to work?" I take a deep breath in, and a painful one out.

"Mr. Styles says the tighter the clothes the better because it's less likely for us to fall asleep, but we all know that's bullshit." She talked with cereal in the mouth, "We all know he wants to get the view."

"He's that much of a pervert, gross." I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"A pervert he is but the women back in the office don't mind." She winked.

"I'm guessing you're one those women?" I laugh.

"Excuse me! Why are you assuming!" She glared at me before rolling her eyes, "But yes, I'm 'that' person that doesn't mind. But you know why!"

"No?Why?"

"Because he's that hot that I don't even care." She shrugs and continues eating.

"You're making him sound like some type of god." I get up to get the milk out of the fridge.

"Trust me, he is. Just wait till you see him. Your pussy is going to be popping by the site of him."

"So does that mean you're over my brother?" I joke because Maggie has denied any sort of feelings, but everyone knew that Margret Jane Roberts fancies Jonathan Kai Brooks.

"MrStylesisntonJohnnyslevel." She murmurs but I still catch what she said.

"Thought so." I laugh and make kissy faces.

"I said I'll fuck Mr.Styles any day!" She said as her cheeks turned pink.

As I was going to say something Bridgette walks in not showered still in pajamas.

She jumped back when noticing I was here, "Oops!" Is all she said before taking off back upstairs.

I go and chase after her because knowing her she's going back to bed, but these heels only slowed me down.

By 8:15 we dropped off Bridgette on time, and luckily for us, we still had time to spare. So we sat inside the car talking about our boss while I ate some soggy cereal in a plastic bag because Bridgette was giving me a hard time this morning that I wasn't able to eat at home.

But as I ate Maggie ranted about how I'll most likely be a person of interest. She even told me rumored stories about women that quit because of him. Women that got restraining orders because of obsession.

"The only reason he didn't ask me was that when I started to work for him, I was under the age." She shrugged.

"I bet it was because he could smell the virgin."

"That would make me more desirable, thank you very much!" She scrolled and got out of the car.

This isn't going to be so bad? Right?