How To Survive With Mr. Styles.

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Lottie Seas is just a Fashion freak applying for a job at Styles Vogue. A company created by the handsome, cocky, arrogant, and possessive Harry Styles. Ecstatic to get the job she's always wanted, Lottie finds out something that leaves her in a horrible situation. Harry-- otherwise known as Mr. Styles-- has slept with all his female employees. But there's one problem with Lottie-- She's a virgin. With Mr. Possessive not leaving her alone until she sleeps with him, Lottie begins to see the complications that have entered her life. Trying to fake not being a virgin, and stay away from Mr. Styles are two things that are close to impossible.

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3. The Horrible Neighbour And Four Idiots.


The day had been a lot shorter than I expected. 

I had everyone's number from the 30th floor saved in my phone.

And before I knew it, I was heading towards the elevator, my first day at work being over.

When the doors opened I quickly walked in and pressed the first floor button.

"Good night Emerald!" I smiled at the woman at the desk.

"You got the job?!?" She grinned.

I laughed and nodded.

"Come here and let me hug you." She walked to the front.

I wrapped my arms around the sweet lady for a quick hug.

"Good night sweety."

And with that, I was walking out of the lobby doors.

I was a couple feet away from my car when I heard that same angry voice.

"Charlotte!" I turned around to see my frightening devil-like boss walking towards me quickly.

My eyes widened as I turned around and attempted to run in heels.

"Charlotte!!!" I jumped when I heard his voice louder and angrier.

I quickly pulled my heels off and sprinted towards my car.

"Char-" I slammed my door shut, throwing my heels on and quickly drove away.

As soon as I got to the comfort of my neighbourhood, I parked my car in my driveway.

I let my head rest on the steering wheel, and let out a breathless sigh.

I climbed out and just let myself lean my back against my car.

Thats when I saw a large black Range Rover park in my neighbours driveway. 

I wasn't able to meet my neighbours 'cause I was really busy these past two days of living here.

When the door opened, I felt myself get dizzy, and queazy.

My mouth dropped as I stared at the man not to far from me.

There stood the man I had ran away not too long ago. There stood the richest man in London. There stood my biggest fear. There stood my neighbour. But most importantly-- there stood my boss.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I'm imagining things, right?

He suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed to the ground, and his head snapped towards me anger in his expression.

Harry looked shocked when he saw me standing in front of the house next to his, but that look vanished quickly.

I pressed my back against my car, as his aura killed me inside.

He took loud steps as his glare was fixated on me.

I was about to run into the safety of my house until He slammed his hands next to my head on my car as he narrowed his eyes on me.

"Isn't this amazing." He laughed harshly.  "Neighbour." He grinned evilly. "You've got some nerve running away from me Charlotte." He clenched his jaw. "See you at work tomorrow, neighbour."

I winced when he bend down and placed a harsh kiss under my ear.

He smirked before angrily walking towards his front door walking in and slamming it with such force that made me jump.

I let out a breath I hadn't even realised I was holding.

I stood there for a couple of minutes trying to comprehend what the hell just happened, before quickly running into my house.

Fright was such an easy feeling that came to human beings.

I just walked up the steps, and into my bedroom.

There were many pros and cons that came with this job.

I pulled the cardigan off, and went into my closet.

Grabbing a tank top, shorts, and a brown cardigan, I walked into the bathroom and quickly changed.

After that, I grabbed a makeup remover wipe, and took off all my makeup. 

I brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a messy side braid.

I took my contacts off, and put my glasses on.

Yes--I had embarrassing glasses.

When I walked into my room again, it was nine forty seven.

I sat down in my desk chair and pulled out my almost completely ripped journal and opened it to a clear page.

There was so much to write, and so little time to write it all.

I shivered, and realised my bedroom window was opened.

I went to close it, and my eyes widened when I saw Harry staring at me from his opened window.

"You wear glasses? Sexy." He was smirking with his eyes as dark as the sky above us.

"Yes, I do." I replied rudely.

"Now, now," he cocked his head to the side, "is that a way to talk to your boss?" 

"Last time I recall, you're only my boss at work. You're only my neighbour here." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"We could be more than neighbours, you know." He whispers, his voice low and sexy.

"If you mean friends, then not happening." I laughed at him.

"How about friends with benefits?" He smirked ever so slightly.

"With you? Oh how you make me laugh." I smirked back at him.

His smirk dropped as he glared at me.

"Hate to break it to a heartbreaker," I began, and his eyes darkened in anger that frightened me a little, but I didn't back down. "But not every girl wants Mr. Styles, Harry."

Anger grew in his features and he was basically fuming when I called him by his first name.

"I could get you fired in less than a minute-"

"But you can't, of course, if it's not work related." I cut him off.

"Don't interrupt me." He snarled.

I winced at the dominance in his voice.

"Hey," I said leaning my arms out the window, "I just did."

And with that I closed the window, but didn't shut the curtains so I could laugh to myself at how angry he got.

I sat down at my desk again, and began writing.

How To Survive With Mr. Styles.

1. Act like you don't want him in that way. ✔

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I woke up to my alarm blaring off in my ear, so I did the thing I always did when that happens-- I threw the alarm clock across the room.

Sadly-- it didn't break, or shut up.

I jumped out of bed grabbing the alarm, and turned it off.

I rubbed my eyes while opening the window to get a nice breeze into the room.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

After that I washed my face, then curled my hair after brushing through it.

I walked back into my bedroom, and into my closet.

I pulled off the tank top, shorts, and cardigan I was wearing.

I grabbed some black tights and put them on.

After that, I pulled on some light blue shorts over the tights.

I grabbed a white button down with a jewelled collar.

I turned around and walked into my bedroom, but froze.

There stood Harry in his bedroom, his shirt half buttoned revealing tattoos and his dress pants tightening around his crotch as he stared at my almost bare front.

I quickly pulled the shirt on buttoning it to the very last button, and tucking the shirt into my shorts.

"Pervert." I hissed at Harry with my head out the window.

"The things I could do to you." He smirked at me.

I frowned, turning around and walking towards my jewellery box.

I pulled out two Okay?Okay. bracelets.

I also put on a light blue rose necklace.

I walked back into my bathroom.

I did my eye makeup, that consisted on black eyeliner, and blue eye shadow. I put on a little Eos lip balm.

I walked back into my room and grabbed my black Fedora and light blue high top converse.

I put the fedora on, and my shoes.

I smiled at my look, and made my way down stairs after putting my journal in my shoulder bag.

I grabbed my keys and my phone, locking the door on my way out.

My first stop was Starbucks.

And I ordered what I always did-- Mocha cookie crumble frappuccino.

Then I made my way to Styles Vogue.

When I got there, I parked in the lot, and began making my way in.

Then I saw Harry leaning against his black range rover.

When he saw me, he smirked.

Before he could say, or do anything, I ran towards the entrance, holding my coffee in one hand, and holding my Fedora down onto my head.

I guess Harry was getting annoyed with me running all the time, because he ran after me.

"Get away from me!" I whinned at him loudly.

Everyone looked at us strangely, but that was the least of my worries.

When I ran into the lobby I didn't stop to greet Emerald.

"Hi Emerald, bye Emerald." I managed to say as I continued running towards the elevator.

I guess god heard my prayers, 'cause the doors opened and two people walked out.

I ran in, and kept pressing the 30th button, as Harry got closer and closer.

The doors started closing and I fist pumped the air.

That was until Harry's foot jabbed in between the so-close-to-be-closed doors.

I almost started crying when he entered the elevator, both of us panting heavily.

I sighed, leaning back into the elevator wall as Harry stared at me.

"Why do you do that?" He glared at me lightly.

"Do what?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Run away." He said annoyed.

"I think you and I should only have business to talk about, Mr. Styles." I stated.

"Back to Mr. Styles now, huh?" He smirked.

"Whatever you want to think Mr. Styles." I internally rolled my eyes.

When the 30th floor came, I was about to walk out when Harry pulled me back into him.

My foot jabbed in between the closing doors, as I gave Harry the scariest glare I could muster.

"Anything you need, Mr. Styles?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes, there is." His eyes showed amusement, his lips pulled into an annoying smirk.

"I'm sure you can get your assistant to help you with that." And with that, I walked into the 30th floor, my eyes wondering over my phone.

Thats when I heard it-- yelling.

"WE OWN THIS FLOOR!!!! ALL OF YOU! BOW DOWN TO US!!!" 

There, standing on the reception desk was a boy with his face painted red and dressed as a Native American.

Next to him were three other boys in the same costume, sitting on the desk.

My mouth dropped, as my eyes trailed over to the floor.

El, Perrie, Abby, and Niall were all tied up to a pole with annoyed looks.

I put my keys on the coffee table.

I felt my bag drop along with my phone, as Niall glared at the boys.

"Harry's going to kill you four." He hissed at them.

"Shut up blondie." Another boy smirked.

"What are you doing?!? Who the hell are you guys?!?" When I spoke, everyone's eyes snappedover to me.

"INTRUDER!" Another boy shouted.

"Quick! The water bucket!" The boy who was standing ordered, his eyes never leaving me.

The boy who told Niall to shut up, grabbed what looked like a large bucket, handing it to idiot #1.

The boy jumped off the desk, and walked towards me quickly.

All of a sudden, cold water hit my body as he threw the contents in the bucket on me.

My jaw dropped as I stared at him, with soaked clothes, and soaked-- well, everything.

"Get her!" Idiot #2 shouted.

My eyes widened as I quickly ran towards my office quickly.

I called Harry as quick as I could.

"Styles." He snapped into the receiver.

"Harry! Help! There some weird boys--"

"No! Stop her!" And all of a sudden, idiot #1 grabbed my waist with one hand, and covered my mouth with the other.

Idiot #2 quickly cut the call, as idiot #1 dragged me out of my office.

I thrashed around, as He tied my hands to each pole, my feet barely touching the ground.

"Are you crazy?!?" I snapped at him.

"Maybe." He grinned cheekily.

"Perrie! Where's everyone else?!? Who are these guys?!?" I was panicking as I tried to pull my arms together, but failed miserably.

"She talks to much." Idiot #3 complained.

"Shut up you Wanker." I hissed at him.

"Hmm," idiot #1 said, staring at me closely. "She's new. I've never seen her here before." He smiled at me, making me want to punch him.

"I'm George." He had cute curly hair, kinda like Harry's, and pretty brown eyes.

"I'm Josh." Idiot #2 stated. He had brown hair in a quiff, and blue eyes.

"I'm JJ." Idiot #3 said. He had brown hair up in a quiff, and dark brown eyes.

"I'm Jaymi." The 4th idiot said proudly. He had wavy brown hair, and dark--almost black, coloured eyes.

"So, who are you?" George asked me.

"Lottie." I spat at him.

All of a sudden, he put a piece of duck tape on my mouth, making me glare at him.

The elevator door opened, making me smile through the tape.

"Charlotte," Harry walked in, a annoyed expression placed in his features. "Where are you?"

"Hawie!" I tried to scream through the tape.

Harry's mouth dropped when he saw El, Perrie, Abby, and Niall tied to the pole.

"Lottie!" Abby huffed at Harry, trying to point to me.

Harry's eyes shot up to me and he stared at me wide eyed.

Then he saw the idiots.

"You guys again?!?" Harry said with such anger that frightened me.

"Yes sir! Ready for duty!" JJ stated saluting to Harry.

George leaned into the one of the poles my hand was tied to his arms crossed and a look of amusement playing his features.

I kicked his thigh out of anger, and he whined.

I kept kicking his thigh, and he grabbed my legs out of anger.

"Stop that. It hurts." He frowned at me.

I raised my eyebrows at him.

He let go, and I pushed him away with my foot.

Harry finally walked towards me to untie me, ignoring the idiots.

When he finished untying one hand, I pulled the duck tape off with a wince.

"Thank goodness, you're here. Do something. Yell at them, throw them out, burn them!" I grinned evilly.

George stared at me with a fake look of hurt.

"I thought we had something going on!" He faked a cry, hugging me.

The elevator opened, and in walked in Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Danielle.

"We got the food- oh..." Louis stared at his girlfriend who was tied to a pole.

I pulled away from George, and stormed over to him, and smacked the back of his head.

"A war just happened in here," I cried out, "and all you can say is oh?!? Why isn't anyone calling security!" I huffed.

Danielle and Liam went to put the food on the counter, while Louis and Zayn went to untie Niall, Abby, Perrie, and El.

"Alright!" Jaymi clapped. "We are done here!" Josh finished.

They all walked towards the elevator, stepping in when George glanced at me.

"Wait!" He suddenly said.

"We'll take a hostage." I let out a loud shriek when he grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder.

Harry angrily glared at George as he made his way towards the elevator.

"No way George. Put her dow-" The doors closed and I froze.

I didn't look at anyone as George held my legs closer to his chest.

When the doors opened again, we were in the lobby.

"Emerald!" I cried out to the sweet lady at the desk who stared at us in shock. "Emerald help me! I'm being kidnapped! Call security!"

George suddenly began running out of the exit, and towards a gray van.

He threw me in the back, and climbed in to sit next to me.

I kept a straight face as the rest of the idiots got in, and drove away.

I crossed my legs together, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So, intruder," George began. Is that their nickname for me? Idiots. "Where are we going?" I cut him off, narrowing my eyes at him.

"MacDonalds." Josh stated from the drivers seat.

I sighed, slouching into my seat as I stared out the window.

What kind of job brings you this much trouble?!?

I have eight dorks as my friends, but I'd be the ninth dork.

I have a boss who wants to have sex with me, Who is also my neighbour.

I have four idiots that are giving me the biggest headache ever.

And I didn't even get a sip from my fucking coffee.

I groaned loudly covering my face with my fedora.

But then again, I'd probably just be home with my mum and dad eating pizza as we watched the football game.

At least my life is a lot more interesting now.

George poked my hip, making me jump.

"What?" I hissed at him.

"You're really pretty." He said, as if it was nothing.

I felt a heat reach my cheeks as the flushed pink.

"T-Thanks," I mumbled.

"She's blushing guys!" He yelled, making me wince.

I pushed myself as far away from him as possible.

"Can you guys just take me back to Styles Vogue?" I pleaded.

"Why? The office closes at nine. It's ten thirty now." JJ stated.

"I forgot my phone and my bag! Wait-- I didn't forget it, you just toke me away from them." I pointed an accusing finger at George.

"Don't worry, I grabbed both before we left, and I also toke the time to put our numbers in your phone." Jaymi grinned at me, handing me my bag and phone.

"I'm blocking all of your numbers." I stated bluntly.

"Come on, don't be like that! We're pretty awesome you know. One time, We stayed up until 9:01." George said with a proud smile.

I couldn't help the smile and giggle that came from me. 

"Fine, but can you guys just take me home? I'm not very hungry." I frowned lightly.

"Fine." Josh sighed. "Where do you live?"

"Do you guys know where Harry lives?" I asked.

"Yep. One time, we threw a smoke bomb in his window." JJ grinned.

I laughed loudly, picturing a fuming Harry Styles with a smoke bomb in his hand.

"I live right next to him." George stared at me wide eyed.

"You live next to your boss?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." I sighed.

I let out a yelp when a booming sound went off, and the car slowly came to a stop.

"Are you fucking serious?!?" Josh groaned.

"What's wrong mate?" George frowned, staring at Josh.

"The car broke down," he replied sheepishly.

I looked out the window to where we were, and noticed we were in my neighbourhood.

We all got out, and just stared at the broken car in front of us.

"Umm.... Intruder?" George stared at me helplessly, scratching the back of his neck.

"No. No way." I frowned, already knowing what he wanted.

"Please?" He whined.

"I'm not letting four boys who kidnapped me sleep over at my house. Absolutely not." I crossed my arms.

"Come on!" Josh pleaded.

I groaned loudly, walking towards the back of the van and began pushing.

"Fine. Now come help me push this into my driveway." I glared at them.

Josh opened the drivers door, and began pushing.

Jaymi and JJ opened the passenger door and began pushing.

"You too idiot #1." I snapped at George.

He rolled his eyes, coming over to the back to help me push.

"Idiot #1?" He questioned with a smile as we slowly pushed the car forward.

"If you can call me intruder, I can call you idiot #1." I huffed, using my back to push the car.

Damn it. Why did I have to have the house all the way at the end?

"Right." He grinned at me.

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It took a while, but we finally got the car into my driveway.

Harrys car was in his driveway, and his bedroom light was on.

"Shit." I cursed remembering something.

"What's wrong now." JJ moaned, rubbing his arm.

"I forgot my keys." I scratched the back of my neck.

"No fucking way." Jaymi whined.

"Hold on." I quickly walked to the side of the house.

The tree that stood by my window made me jump in happiness.

I quickly grabbed a branch and pulled myself up, and into the tree.

I reached for another branch when a voice came out of no where.

"That's dangerous! You're going to get hurt!"

I jumped in fright, tipping forward.

I almost fell, until my legs hooked over the branch.

I was now hanging upside down, my fedora on the green grass below, and my hair, and arms hanging down.

George you fucking idiot.

"Be careful!" George scolded, putting my fedora on his head.

I pulled myself back up, hugging the branch for dear life.

"Thanks for the note you idiot!" I snapped at him.

"Here, I'm coming up too." George grabbed a branch hoisting himself up, and into the tree.

I heard a laugh above me, making me look up.

Harry stood in his bedroom, his window opened, and his lips pulled into a smirk as he watched us.

"Can it, Harry!" I hissed at him.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.

"I got locked out, so I'm climbing up this tree and get in through the window." I glared at him.

Great. Two idiots.

"George! What are you doing in a tree?" JJ, Jaymi, and Josh appeared.

Wow, even better. Five idiots.

"I might, or might not have an extra key to your house." Harry smirked lightly.

"What?!?" I climbed up so I was his height. I carefully walked down the branch and put my hands on Harry's window sill.

"Give it." I demanded.

Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning his head out the window so our faces were inches apart.

"How about you do something for me then?" He whispered in my ear quietly.

"How about you s-" I was cut off when the branch gave away and my body whacked against the side of Harry's house making me groan in pain.

"You dummy!" George shouted.

I thrashed my legs around attempting to get them on something, but failing miserably.

Harry quickly grabbed my arms and pulled me up.

He pulled me into his room, my body landing on top of his as he fell on the bed.

"Are you crazy?!? How the hell would I get your key?!?" He snapped at me angrily, ignoring the fact that I was basically straddling his waist.

I pushed him off me, glaring at him.

"I'm fine." I sighed.

"Want me to kiss it better?" Harry smirked, indicating to my hand that was rubbing my pained chest.

"No." I snapped at him.

"Intruder!" Jaymi called out.

I poked my head out the window to see them all looking at me in concern.

"Would you idiots stop calling me that?!?" I glared at all four at them.

"Are you okay?" George asked, a frown etched in his face.

"Just peachy." I replied sarcastically.

I turned back to Harry who was on his forearms smirking at me.

"Love the view." He licked his lips.

"Stop staring at my arse." I snapped at him.

When I turned back around, George had an annoyed expression placed in his features.

"Idiot #1, Can you open the window?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Sure thing, Intruder." I groaned at the name as George made his way towards my window.

I felt hands grab my tiny waist and lips attach to my neck.

"What an honour to have you in my bedroom. Would you like me to show you what the bed is used for other than sleep?" Harry whispered hotly against my neck.

I pushed him off and gave him a death glare.

"Show yourself." I was so close to biting his head off.

When I looked at George again, he was fuming and his foot slipped slightly.

"Careful you idiot!" I shoved my head out the window.

He regained his balance, as he gave me a sheepish grin.

"I got it." He gave me a toothy grin, making me roll my eyes.

He opened the window, and shoved his body into my bedroom.

When I saw his figure gone, I rushed out of Harry's bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door.

George stood with in the doorway, a proud smile playing his lips.

"You may come in." He bowed slightly.

"It's my house idiot." I pushed past him and into my house.

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