a/n: saw Harry at ono basically at barricade with some of my best friends. i am still in absolute shock. instead of a picture for the chapter i attached a few pictures i took of him. people have told me he was wearing an outfit dawnrry would and i could not agree more.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tired the next morning. Of course, I blamed the fact that I didn't get back to my house until at least eleven, and by the time I had the actual chance to sleep it was midnight, if not later. The thought would have been irritating had it not been for Harry. After all, he had left me with french toast to heat up for breakfast, and it was probably one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. I mean, I was used to people being kind, but even in his early mornings, he was always certain to make sure I had anything and everything that I would need to get my day going.

Walking into the station a few minutes before nine in the morning, I was incredibly happy to see Grenadine. She was always such a highlight to my mornings, and I knew it was because she was never in a bad mood. I wondered what it was like to be so cheerful all the time, but I figured it had something to do with the fact that everyone was kind to her here and she had a loving family at home as well. She looked excited to see me, grabbing a stack of papers off of her desk and glancing around. I was a little bit confused as to what she was doing, but soon enough she was smiling at me, handing the pages over.

"You'll need these for the assignment Mr. Watson is going to give you. Just so you know."

I glanced down to see they were magazines, and not just a bunch of random pages like I had thought they were originally. Although, when I glanced over each of the pieces, I realized that they were each different issues of the same magazine. It was Radio Weekly, and they had been known to do interviews with popular hosts such as Howard Stern who were big name talk show hosts in radio. But, I had no idea what it would do to benefit me if I had them.

"I know you're always here to help me, so thank you, Grenadine. Even though I have no clue what this means."

"Oh, you'll see," she laughed.

Nodding, I made my way down the hall to Mr. Watson's office. While Grenadine didn't directly tell me that he would want to speak to me, I figured it was what she was implying when she spoke about an assignment that he wished to give me. Heading toward his office, I passed by the window that Harry was sitting behind. He didn't see me right away because he was busy looking down at a piece of paper, but when he looked up, he sent me a wave. I did my best to send one back with all of the magazines in my hands, the two of us smiling at one another before I disappeared down the hallway. Once I made it to the end, I found myself knocking on Mr. Watson's door, waiting for him to tell me I could come in to walk inside.

"Come in, come in!" he called.

Pushing the door open, I saw Mr. Watson sitting at his desk with his glasses on. It was clear he was reviewing something, and I realized that he also had a magazine in his hands. Taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, I placed the magazines that I was holding in the seat beside me. For a few moments, I sat there patiently, knowing that he was probably finishing up with whatever he was reading. And finally, he set the magazine down on his desk in front of him, followed by taking off his glasses and placing them on the desk as well.

"Miss Holmes," he began. "I just wanted to touch base with you on a couple of things. To start, Mr. Beck is still on leave until further notice and we have someone filling his place in the meantime. I also wanted to say that I appreciate how quickly you worked to complete the grant application, and we will probably hear back within a week or so if we got it. Finally, a representative from Radio Weekly is interested in doing a page or two on Mr. Styles. I brought it up to him and he said the only person he is willing to speak to for an interview is you. He doesn't want anyone taking pictures of him like they normally would for the interview. I guess something about privacy and that's why he was in radio in the first place. So, Radio Weekly basically said they would adhere to the rules because people are constantly writing in and asking about him."

Was I getting all of this right? Mr. Watson wanted me to write about Harry for an interview in a huge magazine? I had read Radio Weekly a lot in my communication classes over the past three years. It was one of the many sources we used to try and source papers, plus, we also learned about good interviewing and bad interviewing in them. I was scared to even think about being published in something that so many people would see–especially if it meant that people I went to school with and professors would possibly see my interview there. My eyes widened at the thoughts in my mind, everything that mr. Watson had said processing much faster than I could truly keep up with.

"Alright, don't get too worried," he laughed. "I can see you're quite shocked. I was pretty surprised when I got the phone call myself. However, a representative is interested in meeting with you so that you have a better grasp on the questions they would like answered for the interview."

It still was crazy. They wanted me? They were interested in me doing the interview? Of course, I had grasped the idea that Harry was a big radio host in a way, but now it seemed different. Even if I knew just shy of a million people listened to his broadcast daily, I was still under the impression that he was just some small town guy. But now? Now it was different. Now it was obvious that he was a step above all the other hosts out there. Not even just at Dawn FM, but other stations all across the country and even worldwide.

"You're interested, aren't you?" Mr. Watson asked.

"Interested? I would be more than pleased."

Mr. Watson nodded. I found myself still star struck with what he was asking me, but I tried to stay as collected as possible. It wasn't long until he was grabbing a sheet of paper off of his desk, sliding it across the worktop. I was confused at first until I noticed he had scribbled down notes, Mr. Watson and I making eye contact before I glanced down at the page to see different dates and times.

"This is when the representative is free to meet. Any of these times would work," he told me.

"Okay, perfect. I'll try and look at my calendar. Are they going to come here?"

"They said they would love to talk it over with you during lunch one of those days. I know you don't have a vehicle so I will get a car service sorted for you. Just let me know the date you pick and all of that good stuff by the end of the day."

It still was insane to me that this was happening. My name was going to be attached to one of the biggest radio magazines before I even graduated college. I thought about all of the doors that this could open for me—all of the possibilities I would have after this short term placement. It was crazy, and I could not thank Mr. Watson enough for giving me this position.

"You have no idea what this means to me," I told him.

"If Mr. Styles hadn't been such a stickler on who was going to interview him, I would have picked you for sure."

It was nice to hear. He had faith in me, without a doubt. Smiling at him, I explained that I was going to head upstairs. Mr. Watson told me to have a lovely morning and reminded me to tell him what time I would want to meet with the representative as I grabbed all of my magazines that Grenadine had handed me. Harry was still working, as per usual, and when I glanced at the clock behind him it was a few minutes past nine. He sent me another small wave, and I did my best once more to send another one back before climbing the stairs to the second floor. Not much later, I was setting the magazines on my desk, followed by turning on the radio. It took me a little longer than normal to get situated, but by the time I was, I could hear Harry's voice cascading throughout the room as per usual.

"Good morning, Dawn FM listeners. It is nine-ten, and if you are just tuning in I was in the middle of discussing The Night Stalker, the case taking place out in California."

It was weird to think that I always managed to listen right around the time he did the recap, but I figured it had to do with each hour there could have been new listeners. Like me, for example. I would fall into the new listener category. It made perfect sense to do a recap then, especially since people probably were just tuning in now. As I listened to him discuss the gruesome murders that were taking place in California, I tried to look through my calendar to see what day the following week would work best for me. I had a range to choose from, but ultimately decided on Monday so that I could get it over with.

Working on reading through the magazines after I had called Mr. Watson, I tried to focus on interviews that they had with famous radio hosts. I wanted to see how they sounded, the flow, what they were looking for in their writers. It was like school all over again, except this time it was for more than simply sourcing an article or an interview style. I wanted to do research so I knew what I needed to do. Time must have gotten away from me as I was reading though, because I heard a knock, followed by Harry walking into my office. He was standing there, eyes narrowing on me as I stared at him confused.

"Why do you look confused?" I asked.

"Why do you look confused?" he attempted.

"Is it already after ten?"

He chuckled. "Doll, it's ten-thirty."

"Oh," I laughed, watching as he walked over to the radio and shut it off. "Time got away from me I guess."

"Mhm," he nodded, sitting on my desk and glancing around before his eyes met mine. "Did you get my gift?"

"Uh no? What gift?"

I hadn't expected anything at all. It wasn't like he needed to get me anything at all either. Yet, I shouldn't have expected anything less. He normally was very good at surprising me with things that I absolutely did not need out of the blue. Though, the thought of him getting me something again was crazy to me, but also incredibly thoughtful of him as well. I found myself looking around to make sure that I didn't misplace anything, but when he started to chuckle I stopped.

"What?"

"You would see it right away if it was here," he assured. "I ordered you a tray of cookies."

"For what?" I asked quickly. "Harry, you're always buying me stuff and I don't even know why."

"I just like buying you things," he shrugged.

While I thought it was funny, I also felt a little bad that he was always getting stuff for me and I was never really buying anything for him. I knew that I needed to start doing something for him—anything really—but I felt like I didn't know him as well as I wanted to know him. Or, I knew things about him that not many people probably did, but I also couldn't tell anyone his favorite color if they asked.

"I have to head to the post office," he told me. "They called and said they needed me to come get some of the mail or it is going to start getting thrown out."

"You're getting that much?" I asked quickly. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. It's kind of mad, actually. I expected some mail, but so many that they might have to start throwing it all out? That's just crazy!"

I smiled at him. There was a part of me that had no doubt he would have this much mail. After all, he was one of the most listened to radio hosts all across the country, if not the globe. It was honestly a shock that people hadn't tried to pick him up from Dawn FM, but then again maybe they had and he chose to stay here. Harry liked his privacy. He made that incredibly clear. But the idea that he was truly this well-known was kind of insane to me. Especially since I saw him as a regular person.

Harry was still sitting on top of my desk, glancing over what I was doing. It was kind of obvious that I was reading magazines, my notes spread out on the worktop. However, before he could ask me anything, there was a knock on the door. Harry hopped up off my desk, green eyes fixed on me as he sent me a confused glance before he opened the door.

"Grenadine!" he stated loudly, pulling the door open more.

"Hi, sweet boy," she smiled, displaying the tray of cookies she had. "These are apparently for Miss Holmes."

My eyes widened at the sight of the cookie tray in her hands. He had in fact gotten a large tray of cookies for me, and I was personally shocked by the mere size of it. Blinking several times as I continued to take it in, Grenadine placed the tray on my desk in a spot that wasn't already taken up by my work. She smiled, shaking her head as she looked at Harry.

"And when will I get a tray of cookies?" she asked him.

"Oh, Grenny, I've gotten you things before," Harry told her, a grin on his face.

"Not like this," she laughed. "I'm only teasing you though, sweetie. I know you treat me well."

"Do you want one?" I asked Grenadine.

"Oh, sure!" she nodded. "Thank you, Miss Holmes."

Nodding, I watched as she picked out a chocolate chip cookie easily from the various different flavors that were displayed on the tray. It wasn't long until she was saying goodbye to the two of us, shutting the door on her way out of my office. It left Harry and I alone, the curly-haired personality coming over to sit on my desk once again. I glanced up at him, his eyes already on me. Breathing deeply, I cleared my throat, looking down at my hands before glancing back up at him.

"You really didn't have to."

"Of course not," he agreed. "You work very hard, though. I appreciate all that you have done for me and will continue to do for me."

The words were indeed kind of him. I wasn't used to someone treating me the way that he did and I didn't think that I would ever get used to it either. After all, he surpassed my ex countless times, and while I didn't like comparing him to Timothy, he was the only other man who I had ever been close with so I felt that was the only comparison I could draw from. Smiling at Harry, I shook my head, opening the tray of cookies. There were several different flavors, but I found myself gazing up at him, gesturing toward the cookies.

"Do you want one?" I asked.

"Only if you have a bite."

"You're obsessed with me," I giggled, watching as he grabbed a double chocolate cookie.

"Maybe I am," he shrugged. "Or, we're friends. You know, that whole thing you like to pull on me."

I smiled at him once more. Taking a bite of the cookie he picked out, I then took a second, Harry laughing when I handed it to him to finish. Shutting the tray, I started reading more of the magazine from where I had left off before Harry came into my office. I felt my face flush when he started playing with my hair, but I just allowed it, noting that he hated physical touch but was willing to do this with me. It didn't last all that long though, Harry getting up off my desk only a few minutes later.

"I'll see you later," he told me.

"If by later you mean tomorrow, absolutely."

"Why?" he asked. "Do you have plans?"

"I actually do."

He was quiet for a moment, and I could tell that he was thinking about what to say to me. Of course, I never knew what to expect from him. He was the one person in my life that I not only could never read, but I also was always on my toes when I was around him. However, his response was not as uncanny as I had expected it to be.

"Always making plans and yet you never want to hang out with me," he complained.

"I'm a busy girl doing busy girl things," I told him.

He laughed. "I wish I was getting busy."

There it was. Something vulgar. Something that caught me entirely off guard, as per usual when I would speak to him. My eyes widened with his words, but soon I was scoffing at the thought of what his words implied. He always had some choice words to say to me no matter what time of day or night it was. Sure, they were usually funny in some sort of way, but I also hated that he was this way at times. I still was in shock with this man, but the smile on his face made me laugh. He was standing beside me now, green eyes searching mine for a moment before he shook his head.

"Just come see a movie with me this weekend," he said to me.

I stared up at him, his right hand cupping my cheek. I still never understood how he could hate physical touch, and yet he usually somehow allowed himself to touch me in some way, shape, or form. Then again, I figured that it maybe had something to do with the fact that he was in control when it came to the touching. If he was the one initiating it, he was the one planning on what it would feel like, where he was touching me, and how long the interaction would last.

Though, as he held onto my face, I thought about what he had said to me. He wanted me to see a movie with him. I knew that he had invited me out countless times before. To get drinks, to have dinner, and I think he had even asked to see a movie with me here and there throughout the time that I had been working here, and almost every single time I had turned him down. Of course, I had said yes a handful of times, but it was either because we were going to be with his now ex-girlfriend, or because there would be other people around us. Though, I knew that I also had told him countless times I could not hang out with him because he had a girlfriend. I would never allow myself to be the other woman. And now, with him being single, I knew I wouldn't be the other woman.

"Yeah, okay," I agreed.

"Why not? You always said I had a girlfriend and that was why we couldn't go anywhere and that was why I wasn't allowed to take you out. I am single now, and I—"

He had a lot to say, but he cut himself off almost immediately, the man in front of me incredibly silent now. He was staring down at me, his hand no longer on my face but resting at his side instead. It was obvious that he was confused, his eyes narrowing as he continued to look at me. It was clear he wasn't sure what to do or say, the whole ordeal somewhat amusing to me considering the fact that I had said no to him so many times before. And, apparently it had been so many times that he just assumed I had said no again.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel fine," I assured him.

Harry continued to look over me, his hand reaching up to press the back of his palm to my forehead. I thought it was amusing that he was looking to see if I had a fever, knowing that he was attempting to see if I was probably delirious and that was why I had agreed to go out with him. But, he just gave me an odd look, his hand moving to rest at his side once more.

"You said okay," he commented. "You said that you want to go to the movies with me."

"I was there," I nodded.

He rolled his eyes at me then. I smiled up at him, wondering what he was thinking now. I wanted to know how he felt, what was going through his mind, how he was coping with the fact that I had agreed to go out with him. And, I especially wanted to know, considering the fact that he had been chasing me for at least a month now, if not a little more. He started to make his way toward the door, pausing before turning around to look at me.

"Are you busy later?" I asked before he could say anything to me.

"No, why?"

Of course, I knew that I had agreed to go out with him over the weekend, but I wondered if he would be willing to get me from my plans this evening. Even if Donna had just been out the night before with her husband, we had planned with Debbie and Jackie to go out and have a good time tonight. Why it was on a Thursday when I had work the next day? I wasn't entirely sure, but it was the only day that worked for the rest of them so I decided that it would also work for me even if it was not ideal.

"Do you maybe want to come get me from my plans?" I asked him.

He thought it over for a moment as he stood by the door. It was clear that he wanted to know what my plans were exactly, but I decided that I wouldn't tell him. I liked the thought of him being surprised–not knowing what version of me he would get when he picked me up later tonight. Not to mention I would probably get wasted and he would just have to take care of me the way that he was so good at doing.

"Do you?" I questioned once more.

"Of course, doll. I wouldn't miss it."

"Perfect. I'll see you later?"

"You will," he assured. "Call me with an address when you get off just so I know."

"It's just Jackie's," I told him. "You've been."

"You're right, I have," he nodded. "Well, off to the post office I go. Have a good day. I'll see you later."

"Later," I agreed.

He chuckled, waving goodbye. It wasn't much longer until he left my office, leaving me alone in the room. I was actually surprised that I had agreed to go on a date with him. Or, I assumed it was a date considering he asked to take me to a movie. Either way, I was a little excited, if I was being honest. I knew he was always funny, so I was sure that watching a movie with him would be incredibly amusing. Plus, he was usually a hoot when taking care of me while I was wasted so I was also excited for later this evening.