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Chapter One
Hectic mornings & Arctic Monkeys
My alarm began to blare. I groaned, and tried to hold on to my last dream as the alarm continued to blare. My hand flew up from underneath my covers and shut it off in one go. Success for Niall.
I sluggishly rolled on to my back and stared up at the ceiling, my brain slowly clicked over from sleep to functioning twenty four year old. A large wolffish grin spread across my face as I realized that today was my first day as a employee at Styles Publishing.
Just the thought of it made shivers run up and down my pale body, I hesitantly kicked the covers off my body and got out of bed slowly. My socks slid across the floor due to the lack of friction from my apartments' hardwood flooring. I yawned and arched my back up slightly, the morning was like every other morning. Cold.
I felt slight goosebumps grow on my arms and bare chest. I walked down the corridor and turned the lights on for the kitchen and conjoined living and dinning area. I began to cook up some toast when I realized just how quite my apartment was. You could hear a pin drop. I felt a weird shiver of uncertainty run through my body as I walked into my living area and turned on my new Arctic Monkeys CD. I always loved CD and vinyl, the sound always better quality on them instead of songs downloaded off iTunes.
The smooth sound of Do I Wanna Know began to fill my apartment, I smiled satisfied at the volume and walked back into my kitchen and finished making my toast. Once I had fished my breakfast and I may of danced a little to much to Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High, I was walking into the bedroom with a towel on my arm and a belly full of food. I always loved showering in the morning, I think it's the fact it's so cold on one side then when you enter the shower it's like a warm Neverland. I placed my towel on the counter and stopped off the remainder of my clothing I still had on.
I looked at my reflection dead on, I glanced down at my pale and creamy body. My veins were slightly visible and I had the faint outline of a six-pack. I ran my hand over my stomach, my mind flooding back to the times I used to go to the gym. I chuckled at the pointlessness of Physical Exercise and stepped into the shower, remembering to take my socks off before I entered.
As soon as the warm water collided with my cold skin there was a slight burn making my face scrunch up slightly before my skin got used to the water. My grimace slowly turned into a loopy grin and a small throaty moan left my throat. I ran my hands down my chest and up and over my shoulders, enjoying the feeling of my own hands. I stepped underneath the shower head and felt my hair get stuck on my forehead, the water trickled down my nose and over my now moist lips. I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of the water giving my face and the top of my head a massage. I quickly stepped underneath the shower fully and grabbed the shampoo and massaging my scalp with it before turning around so I was facing the shower curtain and washed the soapy bubbles out of my hair. I did the same process with the conditioner before washing my body with the nicest smelling body wash I owned, I wanted to make a good impression on my first day of work.
I stepped out of the shower, the cold polluted New York air attacking my bare skin before I had the chance to wrap a towel around my waist. I quickly brushed my teeth and grinned at myself in the reflection, enjoying how my teeth looked after braces I wore for almost three years. I turned back around and walked back into my cold room, my feet leaving small puddles of water wherever my feet were last.
My room was relatively large I'd like to say. My bedroom had a large window that also had a glass door that led out on to a small deck that contained a sole lawn chair and a cardboard box as a stool beside it for my beer. I smiled at the memory of my first day in New York and I sat out on the balcony for almost two hours enjoying the city that never sleeps. I had a large double bed that was lined with blue and gray sheets and a few more pillows then needed resting messily against the bed head. This was the only room in the whole house that contained carpet and it was also a dull gray colour that seemed to match with the sheets. A wooden desk sat on the far right corner next to my small closet that contained all my clothes hanging up on hangers. My wooden acoustic guitar sat resting against the desk, it was really the only colour in the room.
I drop my towel and pad over to closet, my blue eyes scan the different clothing for something suitable for today. I picked out a nice black polo with a black blazer and a pair of black skinny jeans. I quickly change into the clothes I had chosen and looked at myself in the wall to floor mirror plastered on to the wall beside my closet. I gave myself a weak smile as I ran my hands over my blazer, smoothing out the bumps and creases, I wish I had an ironing board so I could get rid of these horrid crinkles in my expensive blazer. This is probably the most expensive item of clothing I own. I glanced over at my phone and felt myself pale, I had less then fifteen minutes to get to Styles Publishing or I'd be late. I gulped and grabbed my phone and wallet, I'll need to style my hair in the car.
After I ran out of my apartment, almost forgetting to turn my stereo off and lock my apartment I was in my car. God I hopped they had a coffee pot there or I was a goner for sure. I got stuck in slight traffic so I took it as a perfect opportunity to style my hair. I flipped down the visor and began to use the hair wax I had in my car. I smiled at the steep shape of my hair. My blonde hair was up in a quiff and god I hoped it didn't look terrible at the back because I couldn't see a thing. I quickly drove through the traffic, my eyes glancing from the road to the clock on my dashboard.
"C'mon." I spoke to myself quietly as my knuckles balled around the steering wheel. Nervousness running through my veins as I riskily cut some guy off in a cab.
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First chapter! I hoped you enjoyed it! This story is nothing like 50 Shades of Gray, Suit and Tie (which I love btw) or The Mogul (Niall Horan fan Fic)
Please don't say I am copy writing this idea, the story line is just used in a lot in stories. This is my original work and if you would want to translate it into a different language please don't feel hesitant to personal message me x
Sorry for the long authors note lol
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