"Thank you,"

The brunette haired girl said to one of Harry's employees who placed a glass filled with some kind of drink right on top of the table in front of her.

Meanwhile, Harry only kept silent and signaled to the employee to leave. Leaving Harry with the brunette haired girl in the Styles Enterprise lounge room.

"What do you want?" Harry asked straightforwardly, reaching for his cup of warm coffee. The girl did the same thing.

The girl slowly sipped her coffee before answering Harry's question, "I applied to be your personal assistant." Harry frowned and placed the cup back on the table.

"Are you kidding?" Harry asked, adding a slight scoff at the end. The girl shook her head.

"Of course not, Harry. I really need a job right now." The girl answered seriously.

"Don't you already have a job?" Harry asked. The girl shook her head again.

"I had a job a few months ago. Now I'm unemployed. I'm out of the company, that's why I'm here now." The girl explained. Harry paused and leaned his back against the back of the couch he was sitting on.

"I'm not sure whether I'll accept you or not, Emily. I mean, you're my best friend and I know clearly how you work." Harry folded his arms across his chest, his gaze focused on the girl named Emily Thompson.

Emily rolled her eyes. "What the hell? Why are you being so annoying? You don't want to accept me after I came here all the way from Chesire? Oh, alright." Emily leaned her back against the back of the sofa, staring irritably at Harry.

Shortly thereafter, Harry's serious expression faded. Harry chuckled before saying, "How could I even reject you? Well, um, I guess welcome to Styles Enterprise."

A big sly smirk appeared on Emily's pink colored lips as Harry said that sentence.

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Taylor waited and in the living room. Occasionally, she would look at the clock hanging on the wall. It's already seven o'clock at night. Supposedly, Harry would be home by now. But he didn't come.

Taylor had already finished cooking dinner for him and Harry a few minutes ago. Taylor knew that the food will be cold by the time Harry arrives home, but what else can she do? Taylor couldn't eat without Harry. Taylor has to have dinner with Harry.

Fifteen minutes had passed and finally, Taylor could hear a familiar car engine outside revving outside. A small smile appeared on Taylor's lips before she walked towards the door and opened it.

Harry parked his car in the garage before walking outside and approaching Taylor, who was waiting for him in front of the door. Harry immediately pulled Taylor in his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"I missed you." Harry said which made Taylor chuckle before putting her arms around Harry's waist.

"We just haven't seen each other for a day, and you already miss me." Taylor said. Harry grinned broadly and wrapped his arms around Taylor's shoulders.

The two of them began to walk into the magnificent house which was only occupied and lived by the two of them.

"I cooked some Japanese food today. What do you think?" Taylor asked, after distancing himself from Harry, who was taking off his black coat. Harry placed the blazer on the couch in the living room.

"I like whatever food you cook, babe. Can we eat now?" Harry asked back, with an excited look on his face.

"Don't you want to take a shower first? I'll prepare warm water if you'd like." Taylor asked, reaching for Harry's black coat from the sofa. Harry shook his head and walked towards Taylor.

"I'm hungry now. I'll take a shower after eating and after that, we can continue what we delayed and left this morning." Harry said in a husky voice. Taylor raised a brow.

"I don't think I've delayed anything. So what should we continue?" Taylor asked, pretending to forget what happened earlier this morning, when in fact she clearly remembered it, she was just teasing Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes before pulling Taylor's waist, until Taylor's body crashed into Harry's body. Harry tightly wrapped his arms around Taylor's waist. Taylor looked up and found a grin appearing on Harry's lips. Before Taylor could say or do anything to get away from Harry, Harry's lips had already brushed against Taylor's lips gently.

Taylor held her breath as Harry gently brushed his lips against hers, and before he could do anything further, Taylor pushed the man and backed away from Harry.

"But you said you were hungry," Taylor folded her arms across her chest. Harry chuckled.

"Of course I'm hungry, I'm hungry for you that is. And you'll be my special dinner tonight." Harry winked and smiled seductively at Taylor. As for Taylor, she pursed her lips, holding back from chuckling. Harry walked over to Taylor and gently pulled her hand as the both of them walked towards the dining room.

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After dinner, Harry and Taylor sat together on the sofa, watching a show on the television. Taylor rested her head on Harry's shoulder, Harry sat upright with his right hand on Taylor's shoulder.

"Harry." Taylor called out to Harry, who looked engrossed in watching the television. Harry was watching one of the most famous talent search shows in England, the X-Factor.

"Yes?" Harry turned his attention from the television to Taylor. Taylor raised her head from Harry's shoulder and changed her position so that she was facing Harry.

"Can I work at Styles Enterprise again? I'm bored at home, and I'm doing nothing. You know that I can at least help you with some work." Taylor explained.

"Work, huh? Didn't we made a deal before we got married? I'm goin to be the breadwinner for you and me. So you don't have to bother about working." Harry answered.

"Harry, really. I'll be professional, I promise. I'll work well and hard, just like before. I won't mix in our relationship with work." Taylor said earnestly, trying to convince Harry.

Harry sighed and gave Taylor a calm smile. Harry's burly hands moved to Taylor's right shoulder and pulled the girl to put her head back on Harry's shoulder. Taylor didn't refuse. Harry stroked Taylor's hair gently.

"Tay, I know you for more than two years already and I know you're very professional. It's not that I'm not allowing you to work at Styles Enterprise again, but there really aren't any vacancies there. Today, all new employees have arrived." Harry explained.

"Including being your personal assistant?" Taylor asked. Harry nodded his head.

"So who's taking my place?" Taylor asked again. Harry chuckled.

"Tay, how could anyone replace your position? Come on, everyone in the world knows that you're irreplaceable."

Taylor rolled her eyes and lifted her head back from Harry's shoulder. Taylor grabbed the pillow on the sofa and hits Harry's head with the pillow. Harry didn't avoid but instead, he was laughing. Taylor frowned.

"You suck!"

"But you love someone as annoying as me, right?" Harry laughed again. Taylor rolled her eyes and hugged the pillow.

"Never mind. I'm lazy to argue with you. You're selfish and you're never willing to budge." Harry stopped laughing at Taylor's words.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just kidding. Well, I did get a new personal assistant. She's my old childhood best friend. But Taylor whatever happens–" Harry took Taylor's hand and held it tightly.

"–you'll always be the only personal assistant who was capable of making me fall in love."

A smile appeared on Taylor's lips as Harry smiled as well.

"I'm glad to see you smile." Harry said.

"Oh really?" Taylor asked uncertainly. Harry nodded steadily.

"Of course, babe. And can we please continue with what we left earlier this morning?" Taylor chuckles when Harry asks her that.

"But you're tired, aren't you? Isn't it better if we sleep and rest, considering that you'll have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."

Harry pursed his lips. "Precisely, and since I have a long day tomorrow for work, I need something that can energize me for tomorrow." Harry reasoned. Taylor shook her head again before rising up from the sofa.

"I'm also very tired today, Harry. Gemma took me to various places just to shop. I'm sorry." Harry sighed in resignation and stood up.

"Alright, alright. It's okay, I won't force you. Come on, let's go to our room." Harry embraced Taylor, after turning off the television and both of them walked to the bedroom.