euphoric (n.s. AU)

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really sorry for the wait but wow! five years of One Direction. words cannot describe how much I love them.

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*Harry's POV*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, Turning it off I got up to get dressed for another day at work.

I put on what I usually would. A black suit. I slipped on my black shoes before grabbing my phone off the charger and messaging Allison.

me // be there by 8 am

I quickly texted her before walking in through the kitchen and out the door that leads to the garage.

I walked through the garage, a little breeze tugging at my hair before getting in my car and starting the engine. I sighed and backed out of the driveway, and starting the long journey to work. Once I got there, Allison was already in my office, typing away on her computer. I smiled at her hard work and sat down at my own computer.

"What time should Niall be coming in?" I ask Allison. She looks at the time on her computer and sighs, returning her gaze to mine.

"Soon." She mumbles. She stands from her chair and walks to the door.

"Water?" She asks. I chuckle and nod. She nods back and dismisses herself. I sigh. Whether I want to admit it or not, it was quite lonely without the younger boy around, no matter how much his tardiness aggravates me. He was sort of, like, mysterious. Like a really difficult riddle that no one gets. My office phone rings, bringing me back to reality.

"Mr. Styles's office." I mumbled, pressing the phone between my shoulder and ear, repeatedly clicking a pen that once laid on my desk.

"Mr. Styles, Mr. Horan has arrived." Stacey chirps from the other line. I smile to myself and nod.

"Alright, thank you." I say before ending the call. I sit back and anticipate Niall's presence. Once he enters the room, he sits down on the provided chair. He smiles up at me and I can't help but stare at the very prominent bruise on his face. I sigh, before shaking my head.

"Hello Mr. Horan." I greet. He nods at me.

"Hi." He shyly replies. I sigh through my nose before glancing at the clock.

"You can go to the mail room and get the mail." I explain. He waits for me to continue.

"Then you bring it back up here and sort it out. Do you recall where the mail room is?" I ask. He nods timidly. I smile.

"Okay, good." I say, dismissing him to do his task. He scurries out and gently shuts the door behind him. My eyes scan the room before landing on the stereo on the other side of the room. I hardly ever used it but I kept it for decoration. Niall stumbles back in and his eyes follow mine and land on what I'm looking at.

"Cool, you have a stereo?" He asks, setting the mail on his desk and walking towards it.

"Yeah, you like it?" I asked, watching him eye the stereo.

"Yeah, its cool." he mutters before walking back to his desk.

"Can you play some music?" He asks hopefully.
"No, Its a distraction." I said typing away on my computer.

"Well, I work better with music." He says sternly, making me turn away from my computer screen and narrow my eyes at him.

"Fine." I said turning it on when I heard a familiar tune. Shut up and Dance.

"Ugh, I hate this song." changing the channel when Niall's head snapped up.

"Hey, I liked that song..." He whined making me laugh. I roll my eyes before switching it back. I watch him gently sway his hips to the music and its actually really cute. He organizes the mail and dances over to me when he discovered an important piece of mail. He moved his hips in a circle then chorus came on. I watched him intently.

"You're a good dancer." I mumble. His attention turns to me and he blushes.

"Oh, thanks. I practice all the time since I don't have anything better to do at home." He says before returning to his work. I raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I ask, resting my chin on my hand.

"Oh, haha. Zayn doesn't usually let me leave the house." He explains.

"Zayn?"

"My boyfriend." He explains. I make an "o" shape with my mouth. So he's gay? I mean, I could've guessed but I don't really like labeling people I guess.

"Well, you have lots of work to do. Lets get on that."

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