CEO // Harry Styles

3

Getting up was dreadful. With a quick tug of the sheets, my almost naked body was revealed to the chilly air.

"Come on Adelaide! Big day!" I could hear the grin in his not so innocent voice, making me want to hurl the covers over my body once again, and drift off into a peaceful abyss, forgetting the horrendous encounter I will face today.

"Nrgh." I managed to get out of my pursed lips. I opened one eye, focusing on the hardening gaze that was sent my way by none other than Louis himself.

A wicked grin popped onto his lips, leaving me confused as to his motives, but from previous memories, I knew that scandalous smirk could mean no good.

I closed my eyes again, huffing, preparing myself for the worst, when sure enough, the air was pushed out of my lungs when his scrawny legs pushed himself onto me, landing on top of me with a squeal.

I had no time to rest before his devious fingers committed assault on my exposed torso, trailing his long fingers up and down the expanse of my waist.

"No!" I screamed, following a shriek of giggles. The expression on my face, and the tone of voice being used were incredulously contradicting, leaving no room for serious manner as his tickles dipped into the curve of my stomach.

The balls of my feet kicked, blindly searching for a leg, arm, or stomach that could feel the wrath of my treacherous foot.

"Truce!" I squirmed, my defense doing me no good, as I gasped for air. This deed was a goad, and I wasn't pleasantly surprised by his unruly character so early in the morning.

With a lucky shot, my foot collided with his leg, sending a whimper running out his foul mouth. I huffed in triumph, glad to win.

The thought came too soon, as one last offense came to my ribs. Erupting in giggles, he cackled at my helpless state.

He stumbled off me, hitting the floor with a loud thud. "Get up!"

I groaned again, burying myself into the white sheets of my soft bed. I want to stay here all day.

"It's already 6:45 Adelaide get up!" He tries again, but his offer repays me none, resulting in no movement on my part.

"I'm going to get the bucket." And I'm out of bed, rushing towards the running shower, ready for me before he could turn the knob on my bedroom door.

His promise wasn't empty. I knew that for a fact. I learned that before I went without a mattress for a week, while it dried at my mothers house.

Stepping into the shower, I grabbed the metal rod, steadying myself for a great fall. Washing my hair was a slow, rehearsed practice. The shampoo was massaged into my scalp with the help of my non-manicured fingernails.

Conditioning was the same. Slow, and uneasy. My fingers delicately grasped the large bottle of body scrub, the slippery residue left from the soap making it slippery, gliding right out of my palm, hitting the floor with a boom.

"Shit." I bent over to grab it, crouching down the slightest. I swore I heard a laugh from the kitchen, and I pictured the many beautiful pieces of furniture that could be made out of Louis' bones.

Shaving, and the rest later, I sulked out of the shower, the sound of soft patters on the tiled floor following my footsteps as I moved to the bedroom.

Of course, the best outfit possible lay on my white duvet. "Dammit, Lou." I mutter under my breath.

Some sort of dress, and blazer were lazily thrown on, matching a pair of studded Steve Madden heels, that I surely couldn't manage at this hour.