Pop Art // L.P

•FIVE•

•TWO WEEKS LATER.•

I walked into my office like it was home. I was super happy to be back at work for some reason, but I was assuming it was because two weeks off of work was boring. And, I'm being serious. I sat my desk and logged into my business email.

"Knock, knock!" my boss said, acting super perky. "You know, you saying 'knock knock' doesn't count as knocking, Mr. Carter." I told him. "Sorry. Just wanted to remind you to turn in those spreadsheets by the end of the day! We need them, like, today."

I rolled my eyes, and tried to keep my annoyance out of my voice. "Yes, Mr. Carter, I'll get right on them." I said. "Great!" he said, shutting the door behind him. I turned my chair around, and looked for printer paper for the printer.

Then, I heard a knock. I sighed in annoyance under my breath and yelled "Come in!". I kept looking for printer paper in my mess of folders and papers, and heard footsteps.

"Hi." he said. He sounded, British, in a way. "Hi. Nick, right? You work at the Tech Department, right?" I said, not looking behind me, still looking for printer paper. "No, Chelsea. I'm L-"

"Oh, yes! Lance! From our department! How you been?" I said, throwing a folder behind me. He laughed, "No. My name is Liam. Liam Payne."

"Yeah, very funny, Lance." I said. He came closer to me, and tapped my shoulder. I looked behind me, and there he was. Liam Payne was standing beside me while I was looking for fucking printer paper.

"Oh my gosh. Hi, Liam Payne." I said, chocking on my own spit. He smiled, "Please, you can call me Liam." I moved a couple feet away from him until I reached the door. I ran to the Break Room, and when I got there, Lance was sitting on the couch.

"Hey Chelsea." he said, in his thick, British accent. "Hey Lance. Hey, can um, you do me a favor and check if a guy, kind of almost as tall as you, wearing a tux is following me? Thanks."

"What makes you th-"

"Look, Liam Payne is out there LOOKING for me. I will literally pay you whatever is in my bank account if you make him not talk to me." I told him.

"Wait, from One Direction? He's looking for you? Yeah, right." he said. I looked out the door's window, and saw Liam talking to Cheryl. "Shit! He's talking to Cheryl! Hide! Hide me, importantly!"

Lance looked outside the door window, and exclaimed "Crap!". He threw a pillow at me. "Are you fucking kidding me Chelsea? You could've said something!" he said.

"I did say something, but you didn't believe me!" I said. Lance looked out the door again, and looked at me. "Hide under the desk. He's coming!"

So I did. Liam walked into the Break Room, and I tried looking at him. Gosh, most girls would be glad to have Liam visit them, but me? I'm hiding from him. I trended on Twitter for a whole week, how come I'm so nervous now?

"Hello, is Chelsea in here?" Liam asked Lance. "I don't know about this 'Chelsea' chick. Who exactly is she?" Lance asked. Liam sighed, "She's kind of short, has black hair, and was wearing a business suit like the one Cheryl was wearing."

"Haven't seen her. Sorry!" Lance said. "Oh. Tell her I wanted to see her."

"Okay." Lance said. "Chelsea, he said he wanted to talk to you." he whispered. I punched him in his leg. "Wait, is Chelsea under there?" Liam asked.

#CLIFFHANGER #610WORDS! - Hey, guys! This is definatley one of my LONGEST chapters on this story. 610 words! Wow! There will be part two. So, stay tuned! :D