Harry Styles POV
As I leaned on the Onceler's wooden desk, I grabbed onto his tie and hoisted him up.
"Listen, Onceler, you owe me," I said, looking him dead in eyes, "I loaned you the money to start this operation, now you pay me back."
Narrator POV
"I don't have enough money yet, your interest rate is insane-,"
"No!" Harry snarled, "You were an overnight sensation, I don't want to hear it from you. You need to get me my money,"
The Onceler chuckled, "You're losing your cool, Harry. I can see how desperate you are, what's wrong? Did you get into trouble? I bet you did, you've really done it haven't you?"
Harry threw the Onceler back into his seat.
"Don't get it twisted, you're the one in trouble here." Harry walked back to the door. "You have until New Years to get me my money. If you don't, I'll take everything and everyone from you, got it?"
"Everyone?" The Onceler said, tilting his head while squinting at Harry.
"Y/N's mine either way," Harry explained, his hand resting on the doorknob, "but if you don't pay, I think it's much more satisfying that she's the one behind the trigger that ends your life,"
The Onceler silently shook his head.
Harry smirked and looked at the Onceler once more.
"Bye-bye, Oncey,"
And with that, Harry left the office.
Y/N POV
I couldn't help but keep my eyes on Oncey's door, I wonder who that guy was, he sure was cute. Don't even get me started on his accent. The guy opens the door and stomps over to my desk.
"You're (Y/N) aren't you," he smirks at me, "I hope I can get to know you better, here's my number." He slides over a piece of paper, I hesitantly accept it.
"Um, who are you?" I ask him, biting my lip and trying not to get too nervous.
"I'm Harry, Harry Styles." My jaw drops open. Harry, the Harry Styles just gave me his number. "Call me when your shift's over, ok love?"
"Sure," I agreed, reaching to grab my phone. Harry winked at me, then sauntered over. I quickly opened my phone and punched in the numbers. I hoped I wasn't blushing too much.
A loud cough came from the Onceler's room, looking over I saw that Harry didn't close the door.
The Onceler's POV
As I watch (Y/N), she walks past the door and over to my desk. "What did Harry want?"
"Nothing," I grumbled, hiding my face into my hands. "You can leave now (Y/N), and make sure that you're not associated with Mr Styles."
"Yes sir," (Y/N) chimed, she carefully closed the door.
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It's a pleasure to be writing this. ✨ Nox absolutely loves this book, they always remind me to write and I'm thankful that they're writing this with me, even if Nox is always bullying me. 🙈 - Mariella 🥰
I'm very sorry, Harry Styles, if you're seeing this no you're not. Everyone else is torturing themselves at their own expense. If Mariella makes a different fanfic, don't read it. And remember I'm being held in Mariella's basement and forced to write fanfic as a form of torture. P.S. if even one of you ships Harry and the Onceler I'm going to quit. - Nox 👹👹
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Spicy Onceler x Reader
Romancewink wonk the spice is with the onceler. I mean... how bad can he possibly be? Nox and I were bored :)
