The maid: - A Harry Styles fanfiction

Jessica doesn’t tick anything off the perfect maid checklist as she continues waltzing her way into one privileged home. She can’t cook or clean and is definitely no domestic goddess. Instead she is a fiery little thing that isn’t scared at all by the arrogant, snot- nosed brat, Harry Styles. Or the games and tricks he’s got up his sleeve. At first, it's a struggle to settle into the uniform of the maid, but after stumbling into the gardener, Tom, she finds herself growing very comfortable—unless Harry is around. That's one mix for disaster; Tom and Jessica . . . and Harry; which is most likely to smoulder and burn in the hands of Jessica. Maybe it's the way his eyes linger longer than necessary or he smirks, thinking he's just something scandalous, but there is something quite off about him—and the rest of the occupants in the Styles' Household. Tension and secrets hang in the atmosphere of the house like cobwebs, with old houses come old secrets, I suppose. It's not a question of what's going on around there, it's what else is there needed to be clean?