Styles Enterprises | H.S

Chapter Thirty Five

!Chapter 24 has been marked private bc maturity so make sure you're following me and then remove my story from your library and add it again!

"Lonely float got in the way, you are the feel, and knew it anyway. Take a chance, it wasn't what you know. Take my hand, and don't let go..."

Song: Salted Wound

Artist: Sia

Selena 

I groan when i feel myself starting to wake up. Gosh why can't i sleep more. I check the clock to see the time, only to find out i woke up thirty minuets before my alarm is set to go off. I try to shut my eyes and go back to sleep but when i come to the conclusion that isn't happening i just get out of bed. I walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth, then taking my hair out of the braid. I comb my fingers through my hair and nod in satisfaction of the waves. 

Re-entering my bedroom i walk into my closet and begin to shuffle through my clothes. After a while of searching i settle with a black long sleeve button up, tucked into a white fitted pencil skirt that stops just a bit above my knees and grab my black Christian Louboutin pumps that Chris got me for my birthday last year. I was about to exit my closet but realized Chris will give me shit if i don't change my current purse since it doesn't match. I grab my black Givenchy Antigona bag that was overly priced but too pretty to pass up when i purchased it. 

After switching the things from the purse i was using to this purse i walk over to my vanity and begin to do my makeup. Finishing in about fifteen minuets since my every day makeup is simple. I debate on wearing red lipstick but decide against. I sigh in relief when i finish and neatly organize my vanity again. Getting up i walk around my room, putting things back in their places and making my bed. When i'm finished i walk out and head towards the living room. Passing Chris's door to hear he's in the shower. Entering the living room i set my bag down on the couch and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a banana and serving some peanut butter onto a plate. 

After about twenty minuets Chris enters the living room, dressed in in black slim slacks and a white button up with a red tie, his black blazer in his hand. "Whoa, you're done?" He asks in shock.

"I know right." I chuckle as i dip my banana in the peanut butter and take a bite. 

"I woke up praising the heavens it's Friday." He chuckles. 

"So dramatic.' i smile. 

We talk for a while until we realize it was time we should get going. We take his car, Chris the entire way to work blasting Miley Cyrus and sung his heart out to wrecking ball. When we arrived and parked we talked about his obsession over Miley. Entering the building we were greeted with Faith as usual, when we entered the elevator we were accompanied by some of our co-workers, the entire way up all of us talking about the weekend since Monday is president's day and we don't need to come in. When Chris got off on his floor he shouted 'i love you cunt' loudly, earning a few glares from some co-workers on his floor as he casually strolled down the hallway to his office. 

By the time the elevator reach the highest floor it was only me and my co-worker Tyler, since everyone got off little by little when it reached their floors. Tyler and I bid our goodbyes as we part and go our own ways. I go straight to the coffee room to do the usual morning routine. I frown though when i walk into the coffee room and don't see the coffee machine. 

"We got rid of it this morning." Eric's voice says behind me. 

I turn around and frown. "Why?" I ask.

"Fucking Morgan broke it." He laughs. 

"Are you serious? Jesus Christ how is he still here?" I groan.