the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 4

"fuck!" i groan when i wake up after seeing my alarm clock. it's now past eleven and i told niall yesterday that i'll give him the folder in the morning.

without wasting any more time, i brush my teeth, wash my face, and stop a cab in front of my appartment building and just realised that i still am wearing a set pj's from last night, but i couldn't care less about it knowing i already got myself a cab.

arriving at the hotel, i run to the elevator and press the tenth floor button, impatiently waiting until i got up. everyone in this elevator is staring at me with wide eyes as if i've gone mental, but i jus look away, not wanting to answer any question. once the elevator door opens, i run to sarah, asking where niall is.

"he's already gone to the airport," she says, staring at me up and down in disbelief.

"what time did he go? fuck!" i curse.

"half past nine, why?" she asks.

"i haven't handed him the folder that he asked me to print!" i pant, grabbing my phone and call niall. 

i tap my finger on the desk until i spot harry just walked out from his office. i was about to run and hide, but he immediately spots me too. he stares at me with wide eyes, his face is red, fuming in wrath while furrowing his eyebrows. he shakes his head at me in opposed with his clenched fists next to his body that already turn into white.  even sarah pretends to type on her computer once she spots harry.

"my office, now!" he scolds at me. i put down my phone immediately and follow him inside with shaky breathe.

he lets me in first then slam the door behind him once we entered the room. he shuts his eyes briefly and i'm more than ready for his first blow, "first of all," he takes a deep breathe, "what the fuck?!" he shouts, "what the fuck are you doing?!"

"mr. styles, this is not like what you think-"

"then what?!" he cuts me off. "do you think you can get this job if you show up late, in the afternoon, wearing a fucking pijamas?"

"i-"

"and do you really think niall will be pleased to see his assistant doing whatever the fuck she wants when he's away?" he cuts me off again.

"i-"

"fucking hell! may i remind you that you are still an intern? and i'm still the owner of half of this company so i can tell you to get the fuck out whenever i like?!" he asks me furiously.

"mr. styles, let me explain!" i snap.

holy shit.

i just snapped at harry fucking styles!

"i was running late this morning because i woke up at eleven and i remember i haven't handed mr. horan the folder that i promised him yesterday so i thought i have no enough time to get ready and i am really sorry for showing up like this, i swear this won't be happening again. give me a chance, please." i quickly elucidate without a pouse.

"i slept late too last night, too bad i set the alarm too early today when i can come whenever i like," he snarls. i note the sarcasm, of course. "and if i recall, i dropped you first at your place meaning you could sleep earlier than me."

"i was busy looking for a hotel room to be booked for mr. horan, sir." i tell him. i don't want him to think that i did nothing for niall.

"i want you to go back to your place and come back in an hour wearing proper clothes for work. and i am not happy with you talking to me like that." he warns. i nod eagerly in understatement and hurried my way to the exit door.