The CEO // l.s

Chapter 1

A cold autumn's night at the Tomlinson's Residence, the freezing air blew in from the half open windows. It was a day after Thanksgiving. The telly was on; displaying a non-live football match the whole family was excited to watch. "Mum, I'm going to me room," said Louis, the oldest sibling. He was a ruggedly charming young man aged 24, polite yet humble.

"But you usually sit with us and watch the match. What's wrong?" His mother asked, as her eyebrows raised and her palms on Louis' arms.

"I'm just not feeling it. But tell me everything about it later," Louis said, smiling widely and ran into his room. He quickly shut his door and jumped onto his bed. He looked through his window and saw a light across the street. A curly, long haired, young man came into view, his body covered with tattoos, printed onto his perfect fit body. Louis stared. He was obsessed with him. He never get to knew the man across the street, but every time he got the chance to stay at his parent's place, he would try his very best to just look through his window and admire what the man was like at night. The man across the street never actually had girls around, he always seem to be alone. "I wonder what he's like," Louis said to himself, trying to grab a cup on his nightstand. "Looks like I ran outta tea. I need to get some more." He ran outside his room, into the kitchen. He took his favorite tea and poured hot water into his cup.

"Glad you're out again, Louis." His father turned his back, to see what his son was doing.

"Oh no, dad. I'm just getting a cuppa tea. Don't mind me." Louis went back to making his tea. His sister crept up behind him, putting her chin on his shoulders.

"Don't you get tired of tea?" asked Fizzy, the third oldest sibling. She was just observing what her big brother was doing.

"Yeah, because tea is like boring. Don't you think, Daisy?"

"Yeah, its boring, Louis." The twins, Daisy and Phoebe chimed into the conversation.

"Louis just loves tea. Doesn't he?" asked Lottie, the second oldest sibling, jokingly to her older brother.

Louis just rolled his eyes. 'These 4 little things just wanted to piss me off.' "Yeah, yeah. It's just fookin good, okay. Now leave me alone." He ran back to his room and shut the bedroom door close. The light across the street was still on, meaning the young man wasn't asleep yet. "Great, he hasn't slept yet. I still have time." Louis said, proud of himself cause he got back in time. The man came back into Louis' view, dancing gracefully across the floor of his room.

"Louis! Remember to pack your stuff! You're going back to your flat in the morning!" His father's voice echoed through the empty hallway.

"Yeah, dad! I will!" answered Louis back. He was still admiring the man across the street, as he was disappointed he couldn't admire his obsession by tomorrow. He started to pack his things whilst his gaze still on the man across the street, wondering if he would ever get to meet him some day.

After he was done packing his stuff, he then slipped into his bed sheets and saw the light across the street dimmed. "I guess next time." His hand reached for the lamp right next to his bed, switching the lights off. "See you sometime later, curly. Good night," he mouthed as he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

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A night has passed, the sun rose up to its peak. "Louis! Get outta bed, breakfast is ready!" Lottie screamed out from the kitchen, trying to get her brother's attention.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec," Louis answered back, his eyes still shut as he went back to sleep. The sound of footsteps slowly drew nearer to Louis' room. The twins started to jump on his bed, waking up their brother instantly. Rubbing his eyes, "Okay, I'm up. Happy now?" The twins giggled and ran back to the kitchen. His feet hung from the bed, his eyes still red. He walked out of his room, into the kitchen.