The Assistant || Harry Styles AU

Employed by Syco Entertainment, Nora Reid got a job working with the hottest band in the world – One Direction. Her duties consisted of assisting the boys with whatever they needed, but above all else, her job was ultimately to keep them in line – especially the rebellious Harry Styles. She knew the rules when she started. She signed the contract, even after reading the clause forbidding her from becoming romantically involved with any one of the boys. She was certain it wouldn’t be an issue – that following the one rule she was given would be a piece of cake. That was until she met the illustrious Harry Styles. She signed on the dotted line, not exactly realizing what she was getting herself into.


1. O N E

Harry was sick of tour rehearsals already. He was so bloody sick of it. He just wanted to be back on tour already. Even with management around, tour was still pretty liberating. And there were so many girls – so many girls that would give everything for just one night with him. What the hell was better than that? Girls were throwing themselves at the boys left and right wherever they went. And well, Harry liked girls and lots of them. Sure, he had a girlfriend. But only seeing her sporadically meant he would only be having sex just as much. And really, what happens on tour stays on tour.

“Have you met Nora yet?” Zayn asked as the boys rode home in the van from rehearsals.

“No, not yet,” Louis said, shaking his head lightly.

“What? Who’s Nora?” Harry asked confused.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? We have a new assistant,” Liam laughed, rolling his eyes.

“What do you mean? Since when have we ever needed an assistant?” Harry scoffed. It sounded like absolute rubbish to him.

“She’s a glorified babysitter,” Louis scoffed.

“She’s a Syco representative,” Zayn clarified.

“Why would we need a representative from our record label on the road with us?” Harry asked, feeling more confused than ever.

“Seems like some of us need handlers,” Niall piped up, clamping his hand on Harry’s shoulder, implying it was he who needed it.

“Oh,” Harry huffed, rolling his eyes.

Harry was not impressed with the idea. Another minder for him to dodge. He didn’t need that shit. He didn’t want it. He was sick of being told what to do all the time. He was nineteen years old and wanted the freedom that a nineteen year old was supposed to have. Yet, he was treated like a child. They all were, because they had 15 million dollar price tags hanging over their heads. It seemed like that was all these executives cared about in the long run anyway – how much money they could syphon out of the band.

“She’s really gorgeous,” Zayn chimed in, making Harry perk up slightly. A hot chick on tour?

“She is gorgeous,” Liam confirmed.

“Wait, what?” Harry asked, tuning back into the conversation.

“Nora – she’s pretty,” Zayn rephrased, giving Harry a nod of approval.

“Wait – how pretty?” Harry asked, sitting up a little bit straighter in his seat.

“Like, hot pretty,” Zayn clarified.

Hot pretty? How old?” Harry asked excitedly.

“Oh, now you’ve piqued Hazza’s interest,” Louis chuckled.

“I don’t know. Early twenties,” Zayn said with a shrug.

“You met her?” Harry asked quickly.

“Yeah. I met her before rehearsals this morning,” he said nonchalantly.

“Where was I?” Harry scoffed.

“Sleeping, you lazy little shit,” Louis laughed.

“So she’s twenty and hot?” Harry cocked an eyebrow, ignoring Louis’ insult altogether.

“She has a contract,” Louis chimed in.

“And you have a girlfriend,” Liam reminded.

“Contract?” Harry asked, looking over at his best mate.

“She’s not allowed to get romantically involved with any of us, I heard,” Louis explained.

“Wow, who do they think we are?” Harry asked incredulously. All the other guys erupted in laughter.

“What?” Harry asked, looking around at his mates.

“We all know you, Harry,” Louis laughed.

“I have self-control,” Harry told them weakly.

“No, you don’t,” Louis and Liam said at the same time.

“I do too. Shut it,” Harry protested, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hope you know management isn’t going to let you get away with all the shit you pulled on the last couple of tours,” Louis told Harry.

“I’m not a child. I don’t need babysitting,” Harry scowled at his older mates.

“Apparently you do,” Zayn said.

“I’ve practically perfected sneaking around. You don’t have to worry about me.” Harry smirked deviously at them.

“When are you going to learn?” Niall asked him.

“There’s really no point in living life if you’re not actually going to live your life,” Harry chuckled.

“I’ll live my life without millions of groupies or a sex addiction,” Niall scoffed.

“I’m not a sex addict,” Harry said as he turned to send Niall a slight glare.

“Yeah. Keep telling yourself that,” Louis chuckled darkly.

Once they reached their flat, everyone took off in separate directions. There was so much left to do before the American leg of tour, which kicked off in three days. There were people working all around their house, prepping thing to take along. None of it held any interest to Harry. That is until he saw the leggy brunette standing in the garage prepping their individual tour bins.

Ahem,” he cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Holy—!” She yelped, turning toward him, looking startled. Harry smirked at her as he watched her compose herself.

“You must be Nora,” he said as his eyes washed up and down her body.

“Yeah. I-I’m Nora,” she said, still holding her hand over her heart. Harry watched as she dropped her hand, eyeing him in the process.

“You must be Harry,” she said matter-of-factly, in an obvious American accent.

“That would be me,” he nodded, giving her a salacious grin.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she smiled, stepping forward to formally shake his hand.

Harry smirked to himself, realizing the boys hadn’t been wrong. She was hot. She was extremely hot. She had long dark hair, pulled up into a pony tail. Her piercing blue eyes gave her quite a mysterious look. She had an amazing set of breasts that peeked slightly out of the white tank top she was wearing. And well, her entire lower half fit perfectly into the jeans she was wearing. She was incredible. She didn’t look like any record exec he’d ever seen before. It was puzzling.

“You’re American,” he pointed out.

“You’re British,” she smirked playfully at him.

“Cheeky,” he smirked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Harry stood there staring, causing Nora to shift on her feet. She’d heard much about the youngest One Direction member, mostly that he was a shameless flirt. With the way he was eyeing her, she registered the lust swirling in his eyes immediately, and it made her uncomfortable.

“I am surprised,” Harry said, as his eyes raked up and down Nora’s body once again.

“Uh… I’m not following,” Nora stammered, looking at him confused.

“Well, you’re utterly gorgeous,” he told her bluntly. Subtly was apparently not his specialty.

“Um, thanks,” she said looking and feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

“Our handlers never look quite like you. We usually get the big burly fellows, or the women that are old enough to be our mums, or grannies,” Harry said, still letting his eyes appreciate her body.

“Um…” She fidgeted slightly, looking away from Harry.

“Are you married?” He asked, wanting to test the waters a bit to see how off-limits she really was.

“Um, no. I… no. Grant and I… no,” she stammered, shaking her head.

“Grant? So there’s a boyfriend?” Harry quirked his eyebrow.

“There is a boyfriend. Yes.” Nora nodded.

“State side?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” she told him.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry asked bluntly.

“What? No,” she scoffed lightly at him.

“Well, you see, when I asked you if you were married, it seemed like the thought of marrying him was just absolutely absurd to you,” Harry pointed out.

“You are grasping at straws,” Nora said, narrowing her gaze on him.

“Ah, now. I think I’m pretty good at reading people,” Harry boasted.

“I love my boyfriend,” Nora said, finding herself defending her relationship.

“But you’re not in love with him,” Harry stated, quirking an eyebrow again.

“You are putting words into my mouth,” Nora scoffed.

“You’ve implied it,” he said simply.

“No—” Nora said quickly, only to be cut off by him moments later.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Like I said, I know how to read people. He probably doesn’t deserve someone like you, anyway. Probably can’t satisfy you,” Harry told her.

“That is quite enough. You are inappropriate beyond words,” she told him, taking great offense by their entire conversation.

Harry only smirked, shrugging his shoulders passively. Sure he was inappropriate, but it always got him what he wanted.

When his vision on her didn’t let up, when his eyes raked up and down her body once more, Nora turned away from him, entirely prepared to ignore him completely. But that was easier said than done.

“My goodness. You are the whole package, aren’t you?” Harry groaned as he caught a glimpse of her backside. Nora spun on her heels, a glare on her face.

“I would appreciate it if you would stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat,” she snapped at him. Harry smirked, genuinely liking a girl with a little spunk.

“I can’t help it, sweetheart,” he told her.

“What are you? Like eighteen?” She scoffed, giving him attitude.

“Nearly twenty,” he smiled confidently at her. She scoffed again, turning back toward the large luggage crates.

“What about you?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I’m uh… I’ll be twenty-three this winter,” she said, barely even looking over her shoulder at him.

“Mmm. I enjoy older women,” Harry hummed and it made Nora’s skin crawl.

“Quit. You’re giving British boys a bad name,” Nora spat at him.

Harry let out a deep laugh, and Nora hated that she found satisfaction in amusing him.

“Listen, okay. I don’t appreciate the way you’re talking to me. And I’ll let you know right now that nothing will ever happen between us. I’m not an idiot,” she scoffed at him, ignoring the arrogant grin on his lips.

“Because you’re bound by contract?” Harry questioned immediately.

“And because I would never in a million years be attracted to someone like you,” Nora lashed out.

“I might believe you if your voice wasn’t shaking so badly when you said it,” Harry smirked at her.

Cocky little shit,” Nora grumbled under her breath, causing Harry’s eyebrows to heighten playfully.

“Tour will be a laugh with you around,” Harry chuckled.

“I have a feeling you’re going to make my life a living hell,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Only because you’re already fighting nature,” Harry smiled at her.

“Oh my god,” she groaned.

“It was nice to meet you, Nora. Can’t wait for you to assist me,” Harry smirked at her, before he turned and walked out of the garage.

He was certain it would only be a matter of time before she gave in to his charm, and he was ready.




TW: Misogny

TW: Rape culture

To be honest, when I first wrote this story, I didn’t truly understand what either of these trigger warnings meant. I romanticized the way Harry treats Nora into something seductive and pleasing. But I just want you to know it’s not. Please be warned: This is not how men should treat women. This is not real love. It’s fiction. And I hope with everything in me that everyone realizes this is not healthy. That you shouldn’t want to be treated this way. And you shouldn’t tolerate being treated this way. With that being said, enjoy Bad Boy Harry.


Thanks in advance for reading and reviewing!


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