Substance over Styles | H.S.

III. New Boss

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I was one of those people who always wanted to make a good impression on people, especially important people. I wanted to show them what I was capable of doing. It had always been a sort of anti-reflex towards those who thought bad of me. Yet here I was, desperately wanting to be good at my new job, desperately wanting to be liked by my new boss and to be seen as a good employee.

And getting this.

Getting a boss who saw me the night before in a night shop, wearing my ugliest comfy, home-clothes, searching for my two best friends like a maniac in the ice cream freezer.

And that's not all.

I forgot to mention the best part, the awkward run in and yes, the use of the word 'awkward ' was indeed an understatement. From the moment of almost falling head first to the ground to an almost hyperventilation, it was all as bad as it sounded. And let's not forget the touchy-feely part and me wanting to escape it.  But the worst part of this awful ordeal, was that at this very moment, I couldn't stop myself from staring. Because my memory didn't do him justice in the least. It was ridiculous how good-looking that man was, like he was made in a lab.

I finally understood what people meant when they said Harry Styles was 'A little eccentric, but oh-so refined.' He was wearing a double button grey-blueish silk suit with elegant black boots and a black dress shirt. Damn that man knew how to dress well.

Sex God or Mr Styles, whatever you prefer, stared at me with a hard look on his gorgeous face. The funny thing was that his face wasn't made for harsh gazes. It was an obvious thing to notice, or at least to me. His face was made for happy ones. I could see in his features that he was a man who liked to laugh and wanted to be happy. He was very handsome, yet cute and a little boyish at the same time. Strange. His eyes never left mine and I started to feel a little uncomfortable. Thankfully Liam cleared his throat because for a second I completely forgot about his presence and my surroundings.

"I'm going to head back to my office if you don't mind, Harry. Got a new assistant to educate." Liam laughed softly and turned to me to give me a reassuring squeeze in the shoulder. It didn't help much, but I appreciated the gesture.

Mr Styles didn't answer, he didn't even move. All he did was stare at me with that same  intense gaze that made me uncomfortable and even intimidated me just a tad. Once Liam closed the door, he turned his head towards his computer and started typing something. I just stood there with no freaking clue what to do or how to even behave. Any attempt to start a conversation got shutdown by my own mind, never finding a right way to start.

"Sit, Miss Peterson." I did as the deep voice demanded me to do.

Looking back at what happened last night, it was a funny thing I considered that particular moment as an uncomfortable one. Quite hysterical, actually, because how wonderful it was to know that after this little 'uncomfortable' tête-à-tête everything would be put right into perspective.

"You have an impressive curriculum." He said without once looking at me. He was still typing away on his Mac.

"Thank you, Mr Styles." I tried really hard to answer him with a steady voice, to not make a fool out of myself. I didn't want him to think he intimidated me, even though he did. I just had a feeling that's what he wanted, employees who were strong and who could resist the urge to crawl away whenever he gave one of his harsh looks, which was his signature move, I reckoned.

"Hopefully it isn't just a piece of paper. I only want the best surrounding me." He said dryly, but somehow still with an enough amount of conviction.