“I know for a fact that he hates me, Y/F/N. Don’t even try telling me otherwise.” You muttered, trying your best to balance the tray of coffees and teas while making sure your phone wasn’t going to slip from its position from in between your ear and shoulder.
“So what? This is your job. Just smile and nod and you’ll be fine.”
“That doesn’t matter! I would prefer to have my boss like me.” You huffed, using your shoulder to push the door open before walking down the hallway. You had only started working for Harry about two weeks ago and the most exciting thing he made you do was to bring coffee and tea for his team. “I’m trying my best, y’know. I really am!”
“I know you are! But you’re going to have to accept the fact that maybe there are some people out there that just don’t like you!”
“But I’m such a likable person!” This honestly wasn’t fair. You didn’t even know why Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of you.
Ever since day one he just seemed like he wanted to murder you. (You were being a little dramatic here, but still!) It was upsetting, really. You had heard so many good things about him, like how charming he was, how sweet he was… That was true if you applied it to literally anyone besides you. You hated that his first impression of you was a ditzy irresponsible person who constantly tripped over her feet! You had really, really been trying your hardest to get him to like you. The most you had gotten was a little smile and a nod before he was sending you off to pick up his dry-cleaning. You were basically like a little slave, but you were sure that if you worked hard enough and proved to him that you were capable of so much more, he’d let you in on the team meetings! Maybe.
“Suck it up, Y/N! You’re working for Harry bloody Styles!”
“That’s not the point! It doesn’t matter who I’m working for, what matters is that if the person I’m working for likes me or not! It would be nice if Harry bloody Styles actually bloody liked me!” You felt your phone buzz against your ear, indicating that you had received a text. Of course, you couldn’t check right now considering you had no free hands.
“Not to mention, more evidence that he doesn’t like me is that the other day when I complimented his pink suit, he only said thank you. But when the water girl - I forgot what her name was - when she complimented his suit he started raving about it and- I don’t know, he was just being an asshole!” You exasperated, shoving against the swinging door roughly and- The next thing you knew, the cups of coffee and tea had clattered onto the ground and splashed onto- You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Hm.” Your eyes widened when you saw Harry standing in front of you, his eyes shut while he stood there frozen, coffee already seeping into his clothes. (You hadn’t even noticed your phone clattering to the ground as well. You were just that shocked.)
“Mr. Styles, I am so, so sorry,” You stammered, unsure whether to pick the empty cups off of the floor or take your hoodie off to dab at his soaked shirt. Everyone from the meeting room had popped out to see what the loud crash was, your cheeks reddening at the sight of a couple people giggling at what you had just done. “I didn’t- I wasn’t paying attention. I’m so sorry!” You breathed out, feeling absolutely mortified.
Harry let out a harsh sigh, wiping droplets of liquid off his clothes and his arms before looking right into your eyes. “You better clean this up quickly.”
“I will, and I’ll replace the coffee-”
“I’ll send someone else for the coffees considering you’ve jus’ proven how incapable you are at handling a simple task.”
“Watch your profanity, this is a workplace. Jus’ clean up and head home, yeah? I’ll text you if I need anything.”
“Miss Y/L/N. Please, I’m begging you to go home before you burn this bloody place down.”
If Harry hated you before, he hated you even more now.
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