Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*


2. ✗ one ✗



3 Days Prior ~ 18 April

"Melissa, this can't wait." I hiss into the receiver, growing more annoyed with the cheeky ginger-haired intern that's located somewhere other than work at the moment. "I needed you to be here this morning at the financial meeting because you had the papers that I asked you to review."

She's always such a disappointment and I'm going to talk to Mr. Styles if she screws up one last time. I have also been saying that for the past two mistakes she has made.

"I know and I'm sorry Shay!" It's taking everything in me not to roll my eyes and hang up the phone as quickly as possible. "I wanted to be there, I really did, but something came up."

"Something came up?" I question, narrowing my eyes and leaning forward in my black, leather swivel chair. To be honest the chair probably cost more than the phone I'm speaking on so I can still chuck the phone across the room as I had planned before. "This is your job we are speaking about Melissa." Okay, she isn't getting paid, but it's still a job for her. When I did my internship at Styles Corp. three and a half years ago I was hired as soon as I finished. Melissa, on the other hand, will surely never be hired here after I gave my review coming up in the next two months. "You need to be here, rain or shine, whether you are sick in bed with the flu or healthy as ever. I need to count on you."

"I know and I am so sorry." She says sounding as if she's seconds away from beginning the water works. That's one thing that I can break me, crying. If I see or even hear her cry I will give in and let her off with a warning. I need to be stern. "It won't happen again, I promise." And I can hear her trying to contain the tears. Crap.

"There is a board meeting in an hour. Mr. Styles and I need a pick-me-up before we endure the conference."

"Oh, thank you so much Shay!" I roll my eyes for real this time and lean back in my chair, sitting very unprofessionally for an assistant who is sitting behind glass doors. Anyone can see me from my post if they simply walk past Mr. Styles' and my offices. "One hot tea with sugar and one White Mocha Frappuccino from Starbucks. I won't let you down." And with that the line goes dead because she had hung up on me, presumably in a hurry to get her ass down here.

"You better not." I mutter angrily into the receiver as I slam the phone down back into it's prospected holder.

"Better not what Shay?"

I squeal at the person's voice, immediately standing from my chair and smoothing out my dress slacks and white blouse. He stands before my desk, the glass doors shutting signaling that he had just walked in. It's odd because I thought he was in his office the whole time, his doors being a frosted glass so I can't exactly see into them at all times, unless I squint hard and lean at just the right angle. Plus, his office is behind my desk so it isn't like I'm paying much attention to anything back there.

"Oh, I was just talking to myself about updating your calendar for the new week." I lie. "I was going to update it and then I figured I should just wait until the weekend because it may change again before I finalize it. There's no need doing more work than I need to." Harry chuckles at my response, running his long fingers across the surface of my desk in front of my nametag.

"There's also no need for you to do any work on the weekend." He does have a point. But I find that over the last three and a half years doing the scheduling on the weekend usually worked in both of our favours, not that he needs to know that.

"I suppose, but it's not like you simply don't work over the weekends." I add with a closed smile. I have the password to his calendar and so I know exactly what he's up to at all times. It sounds creepier than it really is. If he doesn't remember or know where he's supposed to be, at least I know.

"Touché." Harry motions with his head towards his office, meaning he wants to prep for the board meeting now instead of going into it blind like we usually do. Usually it's after a long weekend that we both don't want to prepare. I stand from my chair and gather my notepad and mobile before following Harry into his eye-catching office.

The room is painted white and gray, with an entire floor to ceiling window that shows off the city of London to the left of his desk. It is a marvelous view for thirty stories up. His desk is completely black, as is his desk chair, similar to mine. He has a Mac desktop with a large display, sitting atop the desk; neatly off to the side so he has room to sort papers and sometimes to eat his meals. Although now the desktop is completely covered in manila folders, meaning there's work that needs to be done. Before the desk sits two rather comfortable black chairs, facing the desk for visitors, and a large couch at the side of the room for he sleeps here on hard days.

"Are you just going to stand by the door or are you going to take a seat?" I smile over at the man now sitting behind the desk and pull the doors closed before taking a seat in one of the chairs. Harry leans back in his chair and places his hands in his lap. "Tell me I'm not making a mistake." Harry says after a few moments of staring at his cluttered desktop.

"Excuse me?"

"Tell me I'm not making a mistake by wanting to expand the company." He says this time followed by a grunt, catching me off guard, yet again. I'm not technically qualified in helping make changes in the company like this, but I am qualified to reassure my boss that everything is going to work out just fine. I mean, what's an assistant for if she simply does nothing to aid the anxiety of her boss?

"I don't think you're making a mistake." I say. I sound like I'm just telling him what he needs to hear, but in my honest opinion I don't think he's making a mistake. "It's sudden, yes, but from what you've discussed with me and the rest of the board I think you make a good case, sir."

"Really?" I sigh and scoot up in the chair so that I am sitting on the edge of it, partly to get more comfortable but also because I hear being in closer proximity will help ease tension. At least that's what I have had heard anyway.

"Yes, really. I think that Sydney could use a location for your company. You have many investors in the city, no the country, that look up to you for your guidance and knowledge of money and, need I say it, power." Harry smirks at my words. "It would be good to have an office down there in case any problems were to arise. Not that I foresee anything going wrong in the future for Australia."

You see Styles Corp. is a holding company. We own shares in other companies in hopes to help them succeed. Harry's company basically advises other companies what they should and should not do in hopes that they will take our advice. Basically if the business we own share in succeeds then the business makes money, and if the business makes money then Styles Corp. makes a pretty penny as well. It's probably why Harry is a billionaire bachelor at only twenty-three years old.

"I agree with the financial officers that it will cost you, but in the long run isn't it worth that expense if you get to expand?" I questioned. "Your name will be globally spread. Instead of basically owning all of London, aside of Tomlinson Group," which was a company that we didn't own share in but still is making about as much as us annually though Harry didn't seemed bothered by it, "you can own London and Sydney which could lead to more opportunities. And by the time you turn thirty there could be a Styles Corporation in several more countries making you the most successful business man of the twenty-first century."

"Wow." Harry breaths out, eyes widening and a clearly happy smile appearing on his perfectly pink lips. He is too attractive to be the owner of this company, especially with all the stress he goes through. "All I really asked for was a yes or no answer." He says, with a chuckle.

"Did I over do it?"

"A little." He replies, sitting up in his chair and leaning against his desk. "But you sold me." I lick my dry lips and nod my head. Of course I sold it it's my job... to make the boss happy.

"Now shall we talk about the board meeting?" Harry lets out a loud groan and slumps back against his chair, very unprofessionally. I had gotten to know Harry quite well over the past three and a half years so I knew his good side and bad. He likes to pout like a child when he doesn't want to do something, and then I'm here to persuade him differently. "Stop pouting like a child whose mother wouldn't let him have any sweets."

"But she would let me." I laugh and shake my head, causing Harry to smile as well. "Can't you just go in there and tell them everything you just told me? That pep talk really did rid me of all worries about this expansion. I'm sure it would ease everyone else's minds too."

"Mr. Styles, you are the boss, not me."

"It's Harry, and I also wouldn't be anywhere in life if it weren't for you." He reminds. "I would still be stuck in Spain if it weren't for you."

Last month during a business trip to Spain, Harry completely forgot about his flight back home. He was overdramatizing the whole thing by being stuck there, when he spent another night in a five-star Madrid hotel and flew back first class the next day. He called me in hysterics like he was stranded on a deserted island and I booked him another flight, because apparently he was "too distraught" to do it himself.

"You missed a flight and stayed over night in Madrid, that's what I would call an extended vacation. A happy accident."

"Yeah, but I don't speak a lick of Spanish."

"You're overreacting."

"No am I not. I was stuck in a country that I couldn't speak a word of their language."

"You couldn't think to say: hola, como estas? Si or no?" I ask, amused by his behavior. He could act like an adult in front of everyone except me. I don't know why, but maybe it's because I know him better than I know myself. "So, you are overreacting."

"Am not."

"Are too."

We begin to bicker like little kids over a sandbox toy. It's very unprofessional, but quite entertaining. We're also pushing back the discussion of the board meeting whilst arguing, which I have a feeling Harry knows and is continuing on purpose.

"Is this a bad time?"

Harry and I look behind me towards the door into his office to see an older gentleman standing with a confusion, and a bit of a smirk, written all over his face. I turn back round to look at Harry before standing to my feet.

"Robin." Harry clears his throat and stands to his feet as well, for this man is clearly important, though he doesn't dress the part. He wears jeans and a button up shirt, different from the business attire Harry and I are clothed in. "No, not at all." He says, coming out from around his desk and walking over towards the man. I'm surprised when they hug instead of sharing a handshake, and I feel like I'm intruding on something personal here.

"I'm sorry. Let me get out of your way." I speak up, wondering if Harry completely forgot that I'm still here.

"No, I'm sorry. Robin, this is my personal assistant Shay Nichols." He introduces me with a proud smile. I approach the man and shake his hand, sending him a welcoming smile. He seems very nice and quite familiar. "Shay, this is my stepfather Robin."

Now I know where I've seen him before. Harry's office is without a doubt professional, but he also holds his family dear to his heart, so there are photos of them scattered throughout the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well, dear, Harry talks nonstop about you." I raise an eyebrow at Harry and look up at him to see him shrug and smile. I feel a bit more awkward being here now, more awkward than I had been a few minutes ago. I only hope that Harry talks to his family about all of his employees and not just me, and then I wouldn't feel so unusual. "Don't worry, everything he says is with a smile." Harry nudges his stepfather in the ribs and clears his throat again.

"Okay and on that note I'm going to go and prepare for the meeting." I say with a smile as I carry my things and exit the office without another awkward conversation. I shut the door behind me and shake my head, feeling both flattered and a bit uncomfortable.

I mean it's flattering that Harry talks about me with his family. Of course if I had a personal assistant who was around all the time for over three years then I would talk to my family about him or her, that is if I spoke regularly to my family. But I also cannot imagine what they have talked about or why it's so often.

"I'm here and I brought the energy!"



In conclusion, we look forward to speaking with you in person about the new location. Mr. Styles will be thrilled to discuss it over dinner. Let me know when a good time is for you and we will be sure to set it up.

From the office of Harry Styles, CEO.

"Shay? What are you still doing here?" I nearly jump out of my skin when Harry's hand touches my shoulder softly. It is very often, as you can tell, that he sneaks up on me and gives me a fright each time. Plus, it doesn't help that all the lights were off aside from my desk lamp. "It's after ten."

"What?" I question, sitting straighter in my chair and looking to the time on my Mac as I rip my headphones out of my ears. I let out a quiet groan and shake my head. I had lost complete track of time after my bathroom break at half six. I was going to finish up one email and then go home. That turned into reviewing a couple papers, scheduling a few things for Harry, and then getting to the email I was currently working on.

"I thought I told you to go home hours ago."

"I wanted to answer one email."

"And it takes almost four hours to do that?" He asks, a smile on his lips as if he found me loosing track of time humorous. "Go home Shay. We've got a big day tomorrow planning the party for Thursday."

"Which reminds me, why are we having the party on a Thursday and not a Friday?" Harry reaches around me and clicks send on the email I was writing before pulling my chair away from the desk. Thank God, I had been done with it or I would have lost it on him. He grabs my handbag up off the floor and my light jacket off the back of my chair before extending a hand for me.

"Go home." I reluctantly take his hand and stand to my feet. Harry motions for me to turn around, so I do, and he helps me slid on my jacket before handing me my bag. "You work harder than anyone in this building, but you're also my assistant so I need you well rested." I nod my head and turn off my computer, not wanting to put up a fight.

"I will only go home, if you promise me that you will too." I say, crossing my arms over my chest and staring up at the man that works by far harder than I. He smiles and shakes his head at my stubbornness before agreeing.

"Okay Shay."

"Good." I say, picking up my phone and flipping off my desk lamp. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Yes, eight o'clock at my place?" I make a face and pout lightly.

"If I must." Harry laughs and points to the door. "Goodnight."


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