Apartment 28 | H.S

Five

"I can't believe you smoked without me," Louis threw a grape up in the air and caught it with his mouth. Sadly enough the chili cheese's were out in their office cafeteria today, Niall had already thrown a tantrum over that.

"You wanted me to call you?" A smirk plays on Angelina's lips but fades quickly, "I shouldn't have done it though, goes against all my principals."

It was easy. Just don't do drugs. It's not a hard promise to keep, but somehow she managed go break it either way.

"When are you going to shag him?"

Angelina almost spat out the water as Niall spoke way too loudly about the subject, even the table a few feet away were now staring at the three of them.

"Oh come on," Niall turned his whole body towards the table with middle aged women eating their lunch, "you've never heard an Irishman speak before?"

"I don't think that's-"

"I know, I know Tommo, they want a piece of my babyface, typical women their age, you can't believe how many-"

To be honest Angelina zoned out of that conversation by then, but she guesses it consisted of Niall telling Louis about how appealing he is to older women. Because of said babyface, apparently that's the only reason he shaves. She was just glad to not be the subject, and they obviously forgot to make her answer to his question (which would be 'never'.)

Angelina stomped Niall's foot under the table as she boticed their beloved boss made his way over towards them.

Zayn wore a shiny navy blue suit that sat perfectly around his figure, the trousers ended just above his ankles and you could see just an inch of his olive skin between them and his shiny shoes.

The light coming from the windows behind him didn't make him any less stunning.

"Angie you're drooling," Louis whispered.

"Shut up."

"Good afternoon," Zayn greeted them with a smile, he wore a ring in his nose instead of a stone today.

Which is fine.

Zayn is fine.

"Carson, do you mind staying late today? You'll get Friday off."

It would be nice to get Friday completely off, otherwise Angelina would have to come in straight after the funeral.

She would probably stay whether she got Friday off or not.

"You know I can't say no."

"That's why I didn't ask Tomlinson," Zayn winked to Louis.

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"You quite done with that?" Zayn yawned and leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head.

Angelina nodded slowly, still staring at the computer screen in her lap. She was sat in Zayn's armchair with both legs pulled up under her body, leaving her heels on the floor underneath.

They'd been sat like this for hours, every few months the authoroties needed summaries of every case and contract, for some reason Angelina was picked more often then not even if Rothman or West were in charge. She knew how to do this by heart and it wasn't as bad as you would think. She'd almost rather be at work than sit at home alone on a Tuesday night, anyways.

"Why are we always finishing this up at the last day?" Zayn muttered and stood up from his chair, Angelina just then realized he'd taken his blazer off and unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt and rolled up the arms over the elbows. It wasn't often Zayn let his tattoo's show at work, something that Angelina was glad about since it made him even better looking. And Angelina could live on with her days without drooling over her boss.

"Because your assistant sucks," Angelina mumbled under her breath, not scared to let her boss know how much she hated the woman sitting at the front desk, writing notes that no one could read and never bought the right cookies for their breakroom. Also her shoes were obnoxiously loud.

Zayn let out a chuckle and pulled his phone up, "wanna get some food? I can probably get Georgia to bring a bottle or two as well."

Even Georgia's name made her shiver.

"Of course you make her work at..." Angelina glanced down at the time on her laptop, "9pm."

Zayn didn't aknowledge her comment, typing away on his phone. "Chinese good?"

"Yeah, lovely."

Food arrived half an hour later, came about the same time as complete darkness outside. The sun set hours ago and now you could only see the lights from the other buildings from the skyscraper they were sat in.

Zayn's office was enormous and had lovely couches and chairs in it, the big wooden desk facing away from the windows on the wall and ebony bookcases filled with books stood along another wall.

Zayn entered the office with a brown paperbag and two wineglasses, a little smile playing on his whole face, "Tell me I'm the best boss you've ever had."

"You're the best boss I've ever had. Except the rich family I babysat for in high school, they were great tippers," Angelina grinned.

"You're funny."

"I know."

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The cold air struck her as she left the cab her boss kindly had got her home from work.

It was just after midnight that Angelina stumbled into her apartment building, feet aching from the heels and almost making her trip up the stairs.

Her head was light and eyes tired, actually her whole body was tired. She never got better sleep than she did after a long day at work, the wine on the other hand she'd regret in the morning.

"Hi!" A light voice chanted when she reached her floor.

Angelina raised her head to meet with a tall blonde woman, carrying her heels in her hand and her phone to her ear with the help from her shoulder.

"Hi?" It came out more like a question rather than a greeting, because who was she and why was she here?

The woman in her twenties smiled awkwardly before running down the stairs, speaking loudly to someone over the phone.

Did Harry bring girls home on weekdays? The door to the apartment opposite hers remained closed and no sound came from it, showing no signs of a party or get together.

Angelina couldn't imagine the woman breaking into her apartment, so there were basically no explanation other than Harry bringing home girls looking like models on Tuesday's.

Honestly, making the girls leave in the middle of the night rather than letting them stay for breakfast seemed like something Harry would prefer, really.