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"fuck." louis says as he drops his feet from his work desk.

the new intern brought in the wrong meal for louis and he was sick and tired of this boy getting his order wrong.

louis gets his phone out and dials niall horan - his best friend since middle school and photographer for his business - and tells his friend to get up to his office.

meanwhile louis eats his salad, picking out the cherry tomatoes and checking his emails for any new clients.

louis will admit that he's quite the workaholic, but that necessarily doesn't mean that is a bad thing.  he will also give in to whatever company is around and loves having his friends and family over.

because one thing he hates more than tomatoes, is being alone.

he worked hard and it brought him up in society to where he is now and he couldn't be more proud.

"hey lou, what's wrong?" niall says while knocking on his opened door.

"the new fucking intern put these shit tomatoes on my salad."  louis exclaims dumping the rest in a garbage can nearby.  he hates tomatoes and he specifically told the boy to not put any on it.

niall rolls his eyes because he knows his friend can be quite the drama queen when he doesn't get his way.

"gosh louis, i swear you need to get laid.  you're the first one here and the last to leave."

"you're right ni, but how else am i supposed to pay my fucking bills!?"  he says while throwing his hands in the air, his expensive silver watch falling down his delicate wrist.

niall just shrugs.

"oh we have a new client by the way.  his name is harry styles."

louis looks up from his computer wondering why he didn't get an email from this 'new client'.

"okay what time is his appointment?"  

niall looks down at his watch.

"actually he'll be on his way in around fifteen minutes," niall can see his friend start to panic, "don't worry lou, he's hot and famous i'm sure we'll get him in for a shoot."

louis's sleek brows shot up in the air with an interested expression.

"okay send him up when he arrives."

niall winks.

"sure thing, boss."

niall closes louis's office door with a small bang leaving the business man wondering who this harry styles is and why he contacted his business.

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louis's phone rang while he was sipping his yorkshire tea.

"tomlinson co. how may i help you?"

"hello, mr. tomlinson.  this is harry styles speaking.  i'm running a bit late because i need to run to a coffee shop."

louis's jaw dropped and for a second he forgot he was talking to someone because this man's voice was sexy and very deep.

"so you think caffeine is more important than being on time?"

"well, i was going to ask if you wanted anything from here but i guess i just removed my offer."

"fine, get me a black coffee with three sugars and be here in less than fifteen minutes."

"demanding now are we?"  he says while laughing against the phone.