Harry Styles Short Stories

NO HEARTBREAK

SUMMARY: You planned to spend the holidays alone, just like you always do. However, your boss had other ideas.

WARNING: mention of alcoholic parent

PAIRING: Harry X PA!reader

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

You unpack the chicken sandwich you planned to eat hours ago, but you haven't gotten around to actually do it. Now it's past six and you're finally having a breather and have the chance to eat your lunch. It's gotten saggy, kind of melted together, but you're famished at this point and you'd eat just about anything.

Just as you bite into it, the door you exited through just minutes ago flings open.

"Y/N? Harry is asking for you," an assistant from the venue walks up to you with an apologetic look when she sees that you're eating.

"What could he possibly need?" you groan with your mouth full.

"H-He didn't say, he just—"

"Of course he didn't, because he is being a brat," you roll your eyes, swallowing the bite before taking another one. You decide he is alright waiting one more minute, his dressing room is probably not on fire, so it can't be that urgent.

Seemingly, the assistant is shocked that you just called him a brat, for one because he is your boss and for two because he is literally known to be the nicest person alive.

He really is. But sometimes he just knows exactly how to get on your nerves.

While still eating, you head inside, dodging any questions flying in your direction.

"I'm on my lunch break!" you tell everyone, waving at them in dismiss.

"It's six twenty," you hear someone mumble in confusion, but you just shrug as you eat your sandwich, heading to Harry's dressing room.

You don't knock, just walk in and though the assistant that's been following you like a minion sprints right out of the room when she sees Harry only in his underwear, you don't even flinch as you step inside.

"Yeah, you're not on fire," you sigh, to which he gives you a puzzled look, but you just shake your head. "What did you want? I'm on my lunch break," you say, kicking the door shut before taking another bite from your sandwich.

"It's almost half past six."

"And I didn't have time to eat since my so called boss left his phone in his hotel, so I had to do an extra round back there aside my usual tasks," you answer with a fake smile.

"Come on, don't be so grumpy!" He steps closer, wanting to cradle your face in his hands but you swat them away.

"What do you want!" you repeat.

"I can't find my shoes."

You stare back at him with a blank look on your face before speaking up.

"Have you checked in the box that has 'shoes' written on it?" you ask.

"Yeah, but I didn't find it."

Bullshit. You already know it's there, he is just doing this to get on your nerves, because that's his hobby. He loves pissing you off as if it was his job and then he also loves begging for your forgiveness, which you give him every damn time.

That's your dynamic. And you love it.

"Hold this," you say, handing him the half eaten sandwich before walking over to the shoe box. "You're giving me a raise if I find it in here."