CEO // Harry Styles

30

Things at home were lonely. I am surprised to see Louis with Zayn still.

I did not expect that. But on his recent Instagram post he showed him off like a gold chain.

My anti drug campaign has worn off. Not that it inflicted effect on any of their morals. It did nothing, and I quickly called it a bust.

"Honey, I'm home!" Louis mocks a fake deep tone. I hear the door slam, and footsteps becoming louder as they enter the living room.

Once he steps close enough, I take in a whiff. "God! You reek! Go take a shower." I shoo him away.

He laughs. "Come on Ad, its just a little pot. Never hurt nobody."

I groan. "Really? Just go shower." My head is in my hands as I sigh.

I try not to think about Harry, and how he basically kicked me out. Why?

Although he held me all night long, he quickly retreated from the bed as soon as my eyes opened. He told me he had a meeting, and pulled on a t shirt, and exited the room before I could say good morning.

"Don't be smoking pot in this flat Louis!" I call to him down the hallway.

I hear him laugh, and I shake my head. "Ass." I mutter.

"I heard that!" He yells at me. I roll my eyes.

"How cliche." My smile is twitching.

I've missed him. The smell of his cologne that's too expensive for his salary.

"You know, Amanda's pissed at you." I hear Louis say from down the hallway.

"Yeah?" I shout back. My fingers find a magazine on the coffee table.

"Yeah." He laughs. I can picture him nodding his head while grinning. "Real fuckin' pissed. She said you're a twat for ruining the company. The infamous Harry Styles interview."

I scoff as I turn a page in the magazine. Models show off a too bright purple lipstick that I am almost positive looks good on no one.

"Oh boo-hoo!" I roll my eyes. The audacity of that woman.

"Me and some friends are going out tonight. Would you care to join?" His voice becomes louder. He appears from the hallway, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

"Friends?" I tease. "Since when? How long have I been gone? This was strictly a duo!" I remind him with a sarcastic pout.

"Since I ventured out. And since you left me." He pouts back.

I stick my tongue out at him. Flipping the page I'm engrossed in a new statement necklace trend. I ponder. "Yeah. That'd be nice. You guys going to a club?"

I think of Zayn, and if he will be there. "Yeah. New one downtown. Opened a few months ago. Zayn and his crew are coming."

"Crew?" I laugh. "His gang? Interesting." I mock him. He's the slightest bit displeased but he knows I am joking with him.

"Yes. His gang. Guns and all Adelaide." He too laughs.

"Come on," he hold out his hands. "You're in need a good pedi, and makeover."

I look at my toes, and quickly nod my head. "Alright. When do we leave?"

"Few hours. Nothing specific." I take his hand and groan as he leads me to the shower. "Remember not to wash your hair so we can style it!"

I groan. "Yeah, mom."

He swats me on the arse, and I curse. "Dick." I mutter.

"And I'm not pampering you! I'm only doing this because I love your long hair. I wish I had long hair. Can I grow it out?"

"No!"