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Personal Assistant ➵ H.S.
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Complete, First published Jun 11, 2020
Mature
In which an ambitious, but lonely heart meets her match in the equally ambitious and lonely heart of none other than famous record label manager Harry Styles, who she tries so hard not to fall for.

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"You didn't think to mention to me that the man I had a one night stand with was potentially going to be my new boss?!" you whispered in exasperation down the phone to your best friend.

"Uhhmm...surprise! Cecy he's Harry Styles for Gods sake, it's beyond me why you even snuck out on him after all that hot sex you had the other week!"

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Harry au, character of Cecelia played by whoever you imagine her to be

{mature content throughout}

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1st Place The Crazy Awards

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