The CEO // l.s

Chapter 2

Morning finally came. The air around Louis was freezing and Liam was not by his side. "He must be outside, making breakfast." Louis stood himself up, rubbed his eyes and walked to the kitchen. Just as he thought, Liam was there making breakfast.

"Morning. Thought you wanted some eggs and beans, so there you go." Liam pointed to the food on the countertop.

"Thanks Liam." Louis took a seat and ate his breakfast.

"Ready for the interview?" Liam asked Louis; he looked back and saw Louis fumbling. He saw Louis swirling his thumbs, he knew Louis was scared as fuck. "Look, Louis. You're gonna do absolutely fucking amazing later. You're gonna fucking do it okay. It's not that hard." Liam said, thought it would motivate Louis for the day that was chasing him.

"Liam, ever felt like you were stabbed in the lungs, and your balls just fall off and your penis just waiting to break off and your head just swirls in a sea of confusion and anxiety? No, SO YOU ARE NOT HELPING ME." Louis yelled, he was so not ready. He felt as his brain was exploding and his body felt like it wanted nothing but the bed.

"Woah, I'm sorry. Liam ain't know it's that bad. Chill." Liam put his hands up, motioning to Louis.

"I'm just not that ready. It's not that I don't want to do it, but I'm just scared as fuck. I don't know what Harry's going to be like. I don't know if I'm going to accepted." Louis sighed, as he was just so tired from yesterday.

"Well looky here, Louis the Smarty Pants isn't gonna do the interview, ain't gonna get the job. Boohoo," said Liam, jokingly. He was trying to motivate Louis by joking he can't do it. Was it going to work? Well, he might take the bait.

Louis felt anger. He was mad, alright. "Okay, listen here Mister posing-arsehole. You think I can't do it? Well, I certainly can! Give me a hundred pound if I get this job. And if I don't, I'm paying you a hundred pound. Deal?" Louis slammed his hands onto the countertop. He didn't want to lose the bet. A hundred pound is a lot, a lot to buy food at the grocery store to be exact.

"Deal. Now, go take a shower. I'm dropping you off there," Liam answered, he was grinning to himself, as he was proud of what he's done. Louis nodded and hopped off into the bathroom.

Moments later, he was ready, in a suit and tie. It was not a Louis thing at all. Liam clapped his huge hands, "How dashing. So mature yet so sophistica-"

"Shut up, Liam. If the company is going to allow me to wear tees and jeans, I'm going back to me old self, okay." Louis covered Liam's mouth. Liam licked a stripe up Louis' hands, causing Louis to flinch and take his hands off Liam with disgust, "Liam, what the fook." Louis looked at his now saliva covered palms.

"That's what you get, swagmasta from doncasta."

"Don't bring up Doncaster into this, please. You know I don't like you mentioning stuff about it." Louis hated the fact that his biological father was from Doncaster. Louis was born in Doncaster, and lived there for 18 years. But then, his parents went through a divorce and Louis' biological father started to get rough. Louis lived with his biological father for a while, and he hated every moment he spent with him. So Louis ran away, driving his car 164 miles just to see Liam and his mother. He didn't want to bring up the disgusting memories he had in Doncaster.

"Oh my Lord, I am so sorry. I forgot about that," Liam covered his mouth, as he regrets everything he just said.

"You know what? It's fine. I don't care about it anymore," Louis said. He couldn't keep with the Doncaster thing anymore, might as well let go. "It's nothing to me anyway. He's gone and I'm not. That's what matters."