Daddy's Little Princess - l.s

Chapter 1

Before you read this, sorry for any wrong spellings or grammar or punctuation. I know it might annoy some people. 

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson. I like that name." said Harry. The name felt right rolling off the tip of his tongue. He liked that name a lot.

Harry Styles. Everybody knows him unless you've been sleeping under a rock. He's the CEO of the Styles Corporation. His parents are billionaires and the company was passed down to him when he was just 18. So basically he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Now he's 25 and looking for a special someone to fill his needs and to comfort him when he's lonely. Now don't just think that because you're a CEO of your own company that everyone will fall head over heels for you. Well, most of them do but there are just so many fakes and phonies in this world and Harry despises them. He wants to have a relationship with honesty and trust and faith. Unlucky for him, that is very hard to find these days. You have to search long and hard to find your perfect soul mate and that's what Harry has been doing for about seven years.

He always said to himself that he didn't need a companion because 'his work will distract him' or 'he'll never have time to spend with them.' The other problem was that he was gay. Well he didn't show it by having a high-pitched voice, or by his looks or personality. If you put him in a gay bar and gave him a couple shots of tequila you would think he was a homeless gay person desperately looking for someone to bang. He was loud, obnoxious, loud, hyper, loud and a downright arse when he was drunk. He didn't care about anything or anyone when he was drunk. And also, his voice was anything but high pitched. It was slow and seductive and deep. His clothes were rather boring but he did have the occasional colourful or patterned button up, which he always left like 5 buttons undone. You could see his 'cleavage' from across the room; he had more cleavage than an average slutty girl would.

So, now that you know whom Harry Styles or Mr. Styles, as he likes to be called, we can get back to the whole Louis thing. So here's the deal. Harry needs a new assistant, so he sent flyers and it was all over the papers and within 24 hours he had gotten thousands of requests from every shape and form possible. The only problem was that he only needed one. So that meant he had to take a day off work to sit in a chair for who know how long, interviewing thousands of people until his butt got numb. That was where he was right now. Louis was the last interviewee and Harry had been half asleep during the whole thing until Louis came in.

And when Louis came in, Harry swore he was the prettiest boy he had ever seen in his life, including himself. He practically drooled over his light brown feathery hair, his glimmering ocean blue eyes, his thin pink lips that he just wanted to bite and of course that cute pink blush coating the whole of his face and painting down to his neck. But Harry couldn't just dismiss what he was wearing which practicallyshould be considered a sin. He was wearing a maroon tank top/crop top that had something that looked like the Arctic Monkeys logo, a grey flannel, shorts that were indeed very short, white converse and black framed glasses perched perfectlyon top of his little button nose. Harry immediately sat up and took Louis résumé when he handed it to him. Louis then seated himself on the chair opposite him and folded his hands in his lap. While Harry was looking through his impressive résumé, he could see Louis out of the corner of his eye and he was squirming on the chair. Harry lifted his head and gently said, "Please could you sit still? Thank you." And he wished he could've taped Louis' reaction because his pink blush turned into a crimson colour and he looked at Harry in such wide eyes. He mumbled a quiet 'sorry sir'. Harry then said, "Speak up, if you want this job then you better learn how to speak more clearly." Louis cleared his throat and said, "Sorry sir" much clearer this time.

Harry smiled and put the résumé down to look back into Louis' truly beautiful blue eyes. Louis immediately lost the eye contact and looked at his lap. Harry cleared his throat and said, "Well Louis, as I can see from your résumé, you have a lot of experience with being an assistant. Am I correct?" Louis nodded his head instantly, still not looking up. "Louis, please use your words and look at me when you're speaking." Harry commanded. Louis shot his head up, "Sorry sir," he began. "Yes, I have had quite a few jobs and I think I'll be able to assist you." Harry smiled his first genuine smile of the day. Louis was so cute and delicate, that Harry wanted to cuddle with him all day long and stroke his feathery hair until he fell asleep. 

A/N

GUESS WHO'S BACK, BACK AGAIN? MONA IS! TELL A FRIEND. OMG HI GUYS! I MISSED ALL OF YOU AND I MISSED WRITING! 

but maybe it wasn't the best time to start a story when exams were coming up...

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