CEO // Harry Styles

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"I said wake up god dammit," my obnoxious roommate shrieked, relentlessly tugging at the white duvet that covered my almost naked body.

"Louis it's too early!" I groaned, not ready for the day that has yet to begin. Amanda will surely be a pompous bitch, the new column up for charts. This is going to be a tough one.

"Come on Adelaide!" He huffed, pulling the comforter from my head that nicely shielded me from the wrath of his hands. "You're going to be late!"

"Fuck! I'm up! I'm up!" The covers were thrown from my body, swinging my legs over the edge off the much too tall bed, my feet not nearly touching the floor.

My jump made as my feet hit the floor proved all too much, as I stumbled and fell against the plush carpet of my bedroom.

"Shower. Just because you're getting over a cold doesn't mean I will keep waking you up and keep taking care of you." He pointed mischievously at me, awaiting for my feet to move finally from their planted place. I didn't want to move, nor go to work. Do I really have to shower? Or do I smell decent enough to come back to work for the first day with a slight odor?

With a quick sniff, I safely decide on bathing, though the lazy thought of skipping it is appealing, Amanda would spoon my eyeballs out if I came to work unproper.

"I will not be doing this once you're better. God knows what hour you'd have me up to cook you breakfast. Although I do enjoy making you a fashion icon in the office, those battered skirts the old ladies wear are horrendous."

"Yes, but Amanda's brown skirt is worse." I snicker. "Hopefully she'll stop being so rude once this deal with the other publishing company is over." I mutter, and dismiss him.

Soon enough my body is bare, and the only feel on my body is the steaming water trickling down my body as I shower, in hopes of today going smoothly. I know that the chances of today working out in my favor is slim, and I have no idea how I will face Amanda if she acts the way she normally does. Hopefully that fiance of hers is keeping her satisfied. Oh god.

"Breakfast is ready, and your clothes are on your bed!" Louis shouts from what I pressume to be the Kitchen, as I enter my bedroom.

Thank god my best friend wants me better. Although, I know I'm being a bitch since my snotty nose came into play.

Sure enough, as I pad over to my bed, my body clad in a warm towel, I see it lying perfectly fashionable outfit lying on my bed, styled by Louis himself. My eyes trail over the sheets, contemplating whether or not to make it.

My haste descision decides no, and my towel drops to the floor. Soon my hands pull up printed shorts up my short legs, and a graphic tee shirt over my head. My eyes fleet to the tall mirror in my closet, as I give myself a short inspection. Good enough.

My feet move me to my bathroom, searching for my small makeup bag. With high hopes, I'm defeated, and result in turning to Louis for help, asking for the location of the damn bag.

"It's in your overnight bag you left at Niall's last weekend!' My feet move to my closet once again, profusely searching for the bag that will save me from my tired appearance, making me come to life once again.

My hands find the Micheal Kors bag, and unzip it quickly, dumping out the contents onto the floor of my closet in front of the ful length mirror.

My lips are painted a deep, scarlet red color, and my masara is quickly swiped onto my long eyelashes, deciding I'm done with Louis' constant shouts. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I loudly grumble, regretting the desision of waking up in the first place.

My hands quickly find the last peice of clothing Louis had selected for me, a black blazer, and I stumble out of the door to my bedroom, quickly find him sitting at the table, typing away on his phone in one hand, with a mug of coffee placed in the other.