moonchildstyles
shy
being mr. azoff’s assistant was y/n’s dream job, it was just a bummer that his most beloved client seemed to hate her.
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“Did you want anything, Harry? (Y/N)’s about to make a coffee run."
Although she’d never admit it, (Y/N) held her breath as she fiddled her fingers behind her back, awaiting any response. She already had a good idea of what he would say when he bothered to give an answer, but she still had a tiny hope he’d prove her wrong.
"No, ’m alright."