Yes, Sir.

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Finally its Monday.

"You're up early." Zayn yawns as he walks into the kitchen in just his sweats. I don't pay attention to the many scattered tattoos on his chest and arms and just focus on my breakfast.

"I felt excited, i barely even slept." i hummed, taking a sip of my second cup of coffee.

"Did you take them?" He asks, his hazel eyes going serious for a moment while he waited for my answer.

I nod while pouring more coffee into my mug. i check my watch and its 9:50, i wave goodbye to Zayn and hurry out.

>>

"Hello, Mr.Styles." The girl behind the desk greets me again, a smile plastered on her face as her eyes shone at me.

"Please call me Harry." i awkwardly laugh, attempting to calm my nerves down.

Something about Mr.Tomlinson makes me melt, like, my brain is just gone. Even if he isn't around me i still feel weird.

"Well, Harry let me show you to your office." She chirps, leading me to a small dark room filled with machines and a lot of buttons.

I place my bag down on the leather rolling chair and look around my area.

"Its cool isn't it?" She breaths and looks around too.

"Abby, i see you showed Mr.Styles his office." the boss appears into the doorway, stepping inside. He looked so confident that it made my heart jump.

She gets nervous when he looks at her almost to say for her to leave and hurries away, leaving me with him.

"Hi, Mr.Tomlinson." i gulp.

"You can call me Louis." he smirks, taking a step closer to me. He stood next to me, so close that i could smell his expensive cologne.

"Okay Louis." i smile, "So what do i do?"

He explains to me what i have to do and the tasks that he will give me, also that i will have a partner and he will be here soon. Its kinda weird how the door always has to be open, he said that was the number one rule...

"Okay, thank you, Sir." i breathed, waving him a goodbye before sitting down, taking in my surroundings.

"Oh and Mr.styles, since its your first day i would like to take you out to lunch later on today as co-workers." he said before walking away.

Lunch?

Me?

Im not even that attractive why would he?

Harry its just as co-workers. listen stupid.

"Hi, I'm Liam." a nice man greets me, he takes the seat next to mine and unpacks his things like he has worked here for a while.

"Im Harry." i say as nicely as i can, i sometimes come off with an attitude when i don't mean it so its sometimes hard to be as nice as everyone else.

We talked for the rest of the time, getting to know each other until lunch came.

"C'mon Mr.styles." Louis knocks on the door. I could tell him to call me harry, but i enjoy him saying my name that way.

I say goodbye to Liam and follow louis like a dog on a leash. we go all the way to his car, i getting into the passenger seat and he taking the drivers side.

We drive to a small little diner that was only five minutes away from our job. We were immediately taken since louis knew the owner.

We told the woman our orders and waited in a comfortable silence. suddenly his foot accidentally bumps into mine, i waited for him to move his foot but he didn't. My palms were getting sweaty as i contemplated what to do.

If i moved my foot it would look like i didn't like the small amount of contact, which i do. i stayed in place until the lady came by and saved me by placing our food down onto the table. He moved his foot casually from mine, making me almost miss it.

Oh god i forgot how much food i ordered, I'm going to get fat from this. thats okay, i could just purge later.

We ate quickly because we were running late, quickly paying and driving back to work.

"How was lunch?" Liam asked me with an eye brow raised.

"Good, why? Didn't you get taken out when you first started here?" I asked, worry flashing over my face.

"No, i didn't actually." he smiles.

My mouth fell open at that. Was it just me?