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Zimal - Assistant And Boss

The first story has gone to Zimal! Thanks so much for supporting the story so early!

I hurried to get to the office on time. I wanted to get the boss his coffee. He really couldn't function right without it.

Yes, I was good friends with her boss, but he did get quite annoyed whenever I did something wrong. It was always forgiven by the end of the day though.

I am quite tight with money, so I don't own a car. And I couldn't quite be bothered to get a taxi. It was only a 15 minute walk, including the stop at the coffee shop. Harry, my boss, always wanted the same thing, so that was no problem.

I turned the corner and was greeted by a large gang of men with hoods over their heads. They all turned around when they heard my soft gasp. "Ello' love" one of them said, his face still hidden under his dark hood. There were about eight men, all dressed in black, all tall, and broad-shouldered. I was absolutely terrified. "Awe, look what we got here lads. A little mouse who wants to scurry away" said another, taking a step towards her. "G- get away!" I  said, my voice shakier than I would like. "Not a chance, doll." Said another. They were all moving towards me now, slowly. I eyed the coffees in my hand. The creeps in front of me hadn't seemed to notice them. In one swift move, I tore the caps off of the coffees and threw the contents over the men. It only hit the front few, but it made them all stop. I started running as fast as my legs could go, and I eventually got to Styles Inc.

It was an amazing place to work. Harry Styles, the CEO, was very young to own such a beautiful building. He was 26, and already had a very successful company. I really admire him.
I also want to start a business some day.

I realised that my hands were violently shaking. I still felt scared. What if those men followed me? What if I'm in danger? Had I put Harry, or the company in danger, too?

I stepped inside the tall building, greeted by the unhappy face of the receptionist slut. She was always trying to get into Harry's pants, and was jealous of how good of friends Harry and I are.

As I walked up the steep stairs I realised I no longer held the coffees. Of course I knew, but I was too shaken up to care at the time. There was no time to go and get another. Surely Harry would understand. Me almost getting mugged, raped, or worse surely was worth missing out on his morning coffee.

I reached his floor, and knocked on his large office door. "Come in" his gruff voice belted from inside. I opened the door, hands still shaking. "S- sir?" I asked, staying at the door.

He looked up. "Yes, Zimal? Where is my coffee?" He asked. "S- sir, there was a complication... I wasn't a- able to get you your coffee this morning" I said quietly. Harry stares at me blankly for a few moments, before taking a deep breath and turning back to his papers. "That's fine, Zimal. Can you just get me one from that coffee machine we have in the hallway?" He asked, sorting through files. "Yes sir. O- Of course. Sorry again." I said, backing out of the door. "Zimal?" He said, softly. I gulped. "Yes, sir?" "No more stuttering around me, remember? You can trust me." He said, cracking a small and rare smile. I smiled back, closing the door.

I walked back to his door, holding the hot coffee. I knocked. "Come in" Harry bellowed again. I walked in slowly, careful not to spill the coffee. "Ah. Thank you Zimal." He said. I walked over to him.

But I didn't see the pile of paper before my feet. I didn't see them, and I tripped. I fell to the ground, the coffee flying out of my hands. And it spilled all over Mr. Styles.

"AH" he yelled, standing up. Shit... that coffee was boiling. "Jesus, Zimal! Can you not do anything right today?!" He yelled, grabbing some tissues. "I- I'm s- sorry, sir..." I whispered. "Zimal, just get out. Go to your office, please" he said, his jaw clenching. "N- no sir... let me h- help" I said, shakily standing up. "NO, Zimal! Just listen to me! Get out!" He yelled, his eyes fiery.

I stared at him blankly for a moment, still collecting myself. He looked so angry. "GET OUT" he yelled. I got the message this time. I rushed out of the door, tears burning in my eyes. I rushed to my office, and locked the door.

This was to much for one day. I was so done

I looked through my handbag, trying to find something. I know i shouldn't do this at work. I know it is wrong.

But I had to.

I found what i was looking for. A razor.

The cool metal against my small fingers. This piece of metal was the only thing i could trust. It let me release, it let my inner pain go away.

I was violently sobbing as i pressed the blade to my wrist and slid it across my skin. The blood spilled out, soothing me. I sighed.

I was getting a band-aid out when I heard a knock at my door. Shit

"Zimal, hey, I'm sorry. Come out" I could hear Harry's voice, deep and raspy as ever, but sounding calmer. "C- coming" I said, struggling with the band-aid. I sloppily slapped it only my wrist, and pulled my sleeve down.

"Hey Zimal, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yel- what is that?" I followed his eyes to my wrist. The blood seeped through the fabric of my shirt. Fuck.

Harry's breathing became shallower. "Zimal, give me your arm." He said, looking me in the eye. I shook my head, putting my arm behind my back. I tried to scoot him out the door. It wasn't very effective, since he is so much bigger than me. "Zimal" he growled, grabbing my arm. I stopped fighting him, knowing I had been caught. Tears streamed down my face.

Harry lifted my sleeve, to find a number of cuts scattered across my wrist. "My god... Zim..."
He said quietly, running his fingers across the red and purple lines. I expected him to run out the door, calling me crazy. But what he did... I didn't know how to process it. He dipped his head, kissing the scars lightly. "Please stop. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He said, his eyes shiny with tears. I pulled my sleeve down.

"I love you Zimal." He said, a single tear falling down his cheek.

EH HEH HEH I KNOW IM EVIL

Thanks so much to Zimal, the first story has gone to you. Part 2 of it will be out I don't know when, but there will be smut in it, I promise. Thank you lovely people.

Stay beautiful, be happy.

Love, Jacky xx