the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 17

"holy shit," i curse once i woke up. my head is killing me worse than ever. i groan in pain while sitting myself down and scan over the room.

great! now i have to think about another way to run out from here.

i can't even remember anything besides getting drunk with my friends at my apartment, so why the hell am i here, wearing my working clothes? thinking about it, i walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face so i can leave this fucking expensive penthouse. i check my watch and see the screen reveals that it's half past five in the evening.

"fuck!" i yell. i swear this time niall will get tired of my behaviour and i'll end up unemployed again!

i walk hurriedly to the table next to the bed to grab my phone and walk to the door to exit this room. i grab the room card from it's place and open the door, to see harry styles standing in front of me. he stands there, smirking devilishly at me as i stare at him in shock, not being able to move an inch.

"going somewhere?" he asks.

"yeah... to pay for the room bills," i answer, after swallowing my own spit.

"it's a penthouse. you know that right?" he asks, smirking cockily.

"i'm well aware of that," i nodd slowly.

"so it's like five grands a night," he calculates.

"holy sh-"

"ah! i forgot," he runs his tongue along his lips, "that is the price for suites."

"how much do you earn every month?!" i squint my eyes at him, feeling curious.

five grands for a freaking suite?!

"if you are going to pay," harry pulls his hand out of his pocket, "i got your bills with me." he raises the paper between his fingers.

"how am i even end up here?" i whine, tugging my hair. this penthouse costs so much money and i'm pretty sure my debit card can only afford a pair of sandals from target right now.

i walk back and forth, trying to remember what happened last night that makes me ended up here. if i recall correctly, i was shit drunk and telling stories with my best friends and at seven in the morning i walked to my bedroom to have a nice sleep. so how am i here?

"scarlette, the foods are here," harry says from the door.

"thank God, i'm starving," i turn my face to him. "what do we have?"

"two portions of tuna steaks with mashed potato also some vegetables as the side dishes and a bottle of champagne," harry says, grabbing the bottle from the bucket of ice.

the food and harry are both sounds delactable.

wait-

"i didn't order any food!" i shriek.

"too late." harry shruggs.

"no- no, no! i didn't order any shits! fuck! i'm going to the receptionist now to pay for the bills!" i stomp my feet and walk to the door.