the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 2

i shake my head slightly and sit at the chair he pointed.

"my name is niall horan," he introduces himself. i just nod slowly,  putting my head down, "this is harry styles, one of my bestfriend," he explains, "harry, this is my soon to be my assistant!"

"my name is scarlette silverstone, sir," i finally open my mouth.

i  feel harry's green eyes burning through my body, making my shoulders tense. i look up slowly and make an eye contact with those intimidating green eyes immediately. his lips form into a smirk when our eyes met and i swear my heart melts right after. he's taken his suit off and folded his shirt up to his elbow, revealing a few inks on his arm, making him looks a hundred times hotter than when i saw him at the elevator. he puts his hand on his pocket, eyeing me,

"scarlette, nice to meet you," he says.

"you'll be seeing him a lot since we're partners and share fifty-fifty of this hotel. oh, do you have a pen or paper with you? because you have to write some of an important thing." niall asks me.

right... pen and notebook! how could i forget that?!

"sorry, sir..." i try to elucidate, shaking my head at niall. he frowns at me as i bite my bottom lip in shame.

i'm actually scared right now especially with this harry guy in front of me too. judging by how rude he was at the elevator, i'm pretty sure he would snap at me in any minute, commenting on how stupid i am right now.

mr. horan slides a paper on his desk toward me as i take it carefully, not forgetting to thank him.

now, how do i write without a pen?

i see harry rolling his eyes, grabbing a pen from his pocket shirt. he throws it and it lands in front of me, above the paper, making a hard sound from the impact. niall looks a bit confused by it but shrugs it off right after. i look down to take the pen and eye it a little bit. the pen looks expensive, of course, covered by silver metal and a bit heavy when i take it. it even has his name on it.

"first day as an intern and you don't fucking know what to bring before you meet your boss? sure you want to be an assistant?" he scoffs, walking to another direction and takes his suit that was hanging by the sofa. he throws it behind his shoulder, still holding it with his right hand and walks out from the room with other hand on his pocket.

i release the breathe that i've been holding and recieve mr. horan's chuckles.

"don't mind him. that guy has some serious problem with smiling," he giggles like a fucking fourteen year old girl. "so i have this other companies and i will give you the numbers to reach those offices, incase if i want to pay a visit. but for now i'll be spending my time in here quite often because me and harry just opened it for about five and a half months now," he continues explaining what he needs and everything that is going on in this hotel. i write down some of them especially some of the important clients' phone numbers that he'll be seeing.

within the next fifteen minutes, niall dismissed me, saying that it's now lunch time and he's going to have a lunch with one of his friend. i walk out through the door, holding a paper and the pen that harry landed me.

"sarah?" i ask, looking at the receptionist' name tag.

"yes?" she answers with her big blue eyes.

"sorry, do you know where mr. styles is?" i ask her, clicking on the pen.

there's no way i'm keeping this pen even though i want to. i mean, who wouldn't? the pen is surely expensive and was given by a fine looking, billionaire man.