Working it Out

"Harry! I love you!"
"Harry, sign this please!!"
"Niall, Niall... Take a selfie with me!"
"Liam, can I take a picture?"
"You're amazing, I love you!"

The shouting and screaming rang in your ear as the bright airport lights blazed down on the commotion. You always felt a bit sweaty and nervous when the crowds were this big. Travelling with the boys as their PA you had got used to it, sort of. You were always glad when security, and the boys themselves, gathered you up and shielded you from it all. They were so sweet and protected you like you were a jewel to be transferred safely.

Today, you'd landed in Japan. The crowds here were always huge and so high energy. It was incredible to witness. You were glad, however, as you shuffled down the queue of eagerly waving hands and tearful eyes, to feel Harry's strong hand on the small of your back. He always made sure you were near him. You felt his fingers glide along your back and find your arm, your wrist and then your fingers. His wove with yours and he gave you a momentary hidden squeeze. It had to be hidden.
No one knew about you two... Yet. Well, the boys knew. It had been their doing really. You remembered the day you started working for them, nearly 2 years ago now.

2 years earlier

Nerves jangled in your stomach as you waited outside the frosted glass windows of the office you knew had faces in it you'd only seen on screens and in magazines. Your hands fidgeted with the edge of your dress and you moved up to check your hair was still in place, curled lightly, making an effort to impress. Before you could inspect your face, sure every bit of makeup had sweated off, the door swung open. Your breath caught as a smart receptionist ushered you in.

"Simon, the new PA, Josie, is here..." Her words hung in the air as your scanned the room. You thought you were going to faint. Instead you smiled and put on an air of confidence you certainly didn't feel. Simon Cowell - the real Simon Cowell - crossed the room to shake your hand. He seemed nice.

"Josie, welcome. Let me introduce you to everyone you have the misfortune of looking after. I apologise in advance!" The nervous tension broke a little as the room giggled simultaneously. For the first time you took in the group huddled on a long, brown sofa. Faces you certainly recognised stared at you, eyes scanning you, certainly trying to work you out. You'd been told they had to be careful who they employed. It was important they trusted you...

Simon's voice shattered your thoughts and he ushered you forward. The boys all stood up.
"Josie, Zayn," he shook your hand and flashed you a smile as his name was mentioned. His eyes were enchanting. You managed to nod a little in his direction.
"Liam, Louis," the next two boys shook your hand just as eagerly and added quiet hellos.
"Niall," his hand found yours and he paired his handshake with a kiss on the cheek. You felt a blush rise where his lips had made contact. He smelled incredible.
"Lovely to meet you Josie," he whispered, his accent smooth and far too sexy. These boys were bound to be trouble. You managed to peel your eyes from his and snapped to at Simon's cough and a nudge along the line.

That's when you looked up at him. That was the moment you knew that this boy was going to change your life.

"And finally, Harry," came Simon's voice from beside you. Harry's green eyes searched your face. For what felt like minutes neither of you moved, or breathed, or spoke. It was as if you were inside a delicate glittering bubble that you daren't smash. The moment stretched on.

Finally his hand found yours and your bubble fizzed with electricity. You shook hands and were shuffled away too soon. His eyes never left you for the rest of the meeting. Your focus never fully returned...

From that moment on, you and Harry spent more and more time together. The boys noticed, for sure. Niall was jealous to begin with - claiming he liked you first. But on the whole they were supportive. They pushed the two if you together. "Harry, why don't you take Josie and show her the tour bus. She needs to know what it's like so she can organise us properly..." Jobs like these became more frequent. And you fell in love with him.

Now, here you were, nearly 2 years down the line and ready to show the world your secret you'd been guarding. For now, you were happy to be with Harry, seeing the world and doing a job you loved.

Your thoughts returned to the madness and you felt his fingers slide away from your skin. An empty feeling filled your body as he moved closer to the fans, doing his job that he loves. You were forced backwards, and watched him from a distance. His muscles flexed as he signed his name. He ran his fingers through his hair when it fell in front of his face...

"Oi, y/n. Stop staring. Would you like me to scoop your jaw off the floor?" It was Niall. His hand had found your back and his eyes checked Harry was busy.

"Niall..." You started to protest as his fingers found the gap of skin between your jeans and your top. His touch was different to Harry's. Less familiar. More dangerous. You turned to him and hissed in his ear.

"Niall. You can't keep doing this." His glittering eyes met yours. Security hid you both from the waiting fans, the cameras and Harry. His face brushed against yours and he whispered in your ear.

"You don't seem to be stopping me..."

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