One Direction Imagines Book Three

Liam - Colleagues

This one is a little bit different, but I hope that you all enjoy. <3

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"Seriously, again?" You mutter, completely fed up with the printer breaking down on you, yet again.

Working in an office wasn't always fun, but it got you by. The writing side of it was why you came into this type of business, finding it interesting to type up letters and documents.

However, having a certain someone working in the same office as you was not enjoyable.

Your offices were joint together, with only a glass window and a door separating them, yet you still felt as close as ever to him.

And what's worse is that the door of your office had been 'accidentally' smashed in by Liam last week, when he decided to throw objects at it 'for fun' where he ended up causing a hole, meaning you were no longer separated by a door.

"You should consider asking the boss for a new printer." He sneers, the familiar voice of Liam filling your ears.

He was sat at his desk, his feet on top of the counter as he smirks at you, completely amused by the idea of annoying you.

You're not even sure what you did to make him behave like that, but you were fed up to say the least.

You simply ignore him, heading out of your office and into his where you used the printer in there instead.

"You can't use my printer." He taunts, but you only shake your head, pressing 'print' as the pages begin to flood out.

"It's not your printer, it's the businesses." You argue and he scoffs.

"I think you'll find your in my office."

"Do I look like I care?" You retort, childishly, but you really didn't care.

"You know, you should really get that door fixed," He adds, referring to the door that was currently missing.

"What are you still doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He replies, sarcastically.

"Not a lot, to be honest." You scoff, rolling your eyes.

"I'm working."

"Then why don't you get on with your work and stop bothering me." You say, suggestively.

"Because this is way more fun." He chuckles, throwing a screwed up piece of paper at you.

"I'm sure you've got better things to do than pick on girls." You reply seriously, picking up your printing and heading back into your office.

"I don't pick on girls as a rule, just you." He tells you, and you silently groan at the fact that you can't slam the door to block his voice out.

You ignore him, continuing on with your work for a while before Liam's constant taunting and teasing pushes you to the edge.

When he first started working here, you showed him around and he was nice to you, that was until he started constantly wanting to argue with you.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'm complaining about you to the boss." You warn, getting the exact response you were expecting.

"Ooh, I'm so scared." He chuckles.

"You should be, because with the way you're going, you're sure to be fired." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're all talk, Y/N." He says, shaking his head.

As if on que, your boss, Mrs Smith, enters the room.