AJ's POV:
I softly hummed to myself as I poured the hot water in his cup, staring out the kitchen window.
I was a maid, sort of, to Mr Styles. I prepared food for him, made him drinks, washed his clothes. Almost a lot of the things a person should do on their own. I didn't mind though, but I didn't like it when he was in a bad mood. If I'd bother him the slightest bit he'd scream at me for 10 minutes, telling him I was wasting his time. To be honest, he was never in a good mood inside.
"Ah!" I squeaked, as the birming water hit my hand. I quickly put the kettle down and rubbed my hand, the sensation wearing off. I fetched the milk from the fridge and poured some in, stirring it before taking out the teabag and throwing it in the bin.
I wiped my hands on my apron and sighed. Management had always told me to wear an apron with a white button up t-shirt, and black jeans, because it was 'respectful'. Harry didn't like when management bossed me around, and he encouraged me to wear my own clothes. I told him I didn't mind and I didn't want to lose my job, but I also hated wearing the uniform.
I picked up the tea and carried it towards Harry's room, knocking on the door.
The sound of shuffling stopped for a moment, and there was a low "Come in".
I smiled to myself and softly opened the door, meeting eyes with Harry who was sat on his bed, reading a book. "Your tea, sir."
"Ah, AJ! You're an angel, thank you." He smiled when I'd handed him his drink. I smiled a little, my cheeks turning pink as I looked at my hands. I quickly fixed my posture around him, not wanting him to get mad and cleared my throat.
He gave me a confused look and I bit the inside of my cheek, smiling. "Is there anything else you need?" I asked softly. He thought for a moment, looking around.
"Actually yes, honey. Sit down please." He said, sitting up more and placing his yes on his bedside table.
I nodded nervously and took a seat in the edge of his bed. "As you know, management have- sweetheart you don't have to sit so far." He chuckled a little.
I nodded a little and scooted a bit closer so my bum wasn't hanging off the edge. "Management have always said that you should stick by their rules." He said, pausing for a few seconds.
What had I done? Did I break the rules? Was I getting fired?!
"But I've spoken to headquarters and they don't have control over what you do. I do." He said, his dark green orbs staring into mine.
I took a breath in, waiting for him to finish. "So I decided... you shouldn't wear that anymore, I can tell you're uncomfortable." He smiled softly at me.
"A-are you sure sir? I don't want to be in tro-" I said, but he stopped me.
"AJ, they don't have to tell you what to do now, alright? I promise, you won't get in any trouble by them. And, you can call me Harry." He informed. I nodded, smiling at him in which he returned.
"Thank you... Harry." I said cautiously.
He chuckled a little, resting his hand on my knee respectively. "Do you want to borrow any clothes? I know it's freezing and you only have jeans and normal t-shirts." He offered.
This was a once in a lifetime offer, go for it AJ.
"Um, yes please, if that's not a problem." I said shyly.
He nodded and got up, heading to his wardrobe.
-Time Skip-
I walked out the bathroom in Harry's oversized light blue jumper and some grey joggers, with my hair dangling down by my shoulders. "Much better." He grinned.
My cheeks became pink again and I ran a hand through my hair. I felt extremely nervous around him and I knew I still had to be formal. "I'll was these and the rest of your clothes in the morning, si- Harry. What do you want your schedule to be like f-"
Harry shushed me, walking over to me and making me gulp. "Hey, don't stress about tomorrow, okay? Have a few days off, I've been stressing to you a lot lately and I know it's getting to you."
"No no, Harry. I'm ok. I want to make sure you've got a good plan because I'll lose my job and I don't want management to-" I panicked, tears starting to build up. "Hey, hey. AJ. Look at me." He said softly.
I didn't want to be yelled at so I turned my head to him. "Everything's ok, trust me. Management can't tell you what to do, alright? You won't lose you job, you've been amazing working for me." He smiled sweetly. He carefully inched his hand to mine, holding it softly in his.
"I don't care about tomorrow, why don't we just relax, ok?" He said, giving me THAT look.
I just shrugged, not knowing what to say. "I promise, they can't do anything."
"Really?" I sniffed. He nodded, pulling me into his arms.
"Of course, I wouldn't lie."
