"Horan Enterprise, how may I help you?" Come on y/n try and make a good first impression.
"Y/n can you come into my office please?" Mr. Horans voice flows through the phone. His Irish accent sounds beautiful as he speaks those only those eight words.
"Yes, Mr. Horan."
I hang up the phone and stand up. Walking around my desk I try my best to smooth out the crinkles that began to form on my dress.
Looking up I see the large white doors with Mr. Horan's name printed in large black fancy letters. Niall Horan.
I knock on the door shifting uncomfortably. It soon opens and a teanage boy stomps out looking very frustrated. He stops briefly turning to me.
"My brother's a fucking nerd." Turning away he continues his way to the elevator.
"Miss. Y/l/n come in."
I take a deep breath entering his office.
Holy shit. Looking around I see posters of Star Wars, Star Trek, even some Justin Bieber. Damn his office is huge.
"Y/n?" I turn around quickly facing my boss. He's sat in a very large beanbag with a headset placed on his head and a pair of -kinda sexy- looking glasses placed on his face.
"Mr. Horan," I greet profesionally. "You wanted to see me?"
"Please call me Niall, I'm not my father," he says amused. "Do I really look that old? I'm only twenty-one."
I shake my head. "N--no no of course not."
He laughs pausing his game. "You can sit if you want."
I nod yet again taking a seat on the small couch that had comic books spread acrossed it.
"So," he starts. "You've been here a week. Everything going good so far?"
"Umm, yeah every--everything's going great Mr.-- I mean Niall."
He laughs shaking his head and leaning over the small table and grabbing another controller. "Do you want to play?"
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HAHA!
NERDY NIALL THOUGHHHH
