Skeletons

Chapter One

Louis huffed as he struggled to tame his quiff. One day he swears he's going to shave his head. Soon, he promises himself. He lets out a loud wail, throwing his hands up in frustration and falls back onto his bed with a loud sigh. Closing his eyes, he vows to always dry his hair before he falls asleep.

Once he opens them, Zayn Malik in all of his beautiful, sickly glory is standing above him cocooned in about ten blankets. Louis flails his arms in a desperate attempt to get his flat mate away from him. Louis promised not to fall ill this season.

"I need to get this nest cut, asap." Louis groaned.

"What you need to do is get to that interview." Zayn's eyes narrow into literal slits.

Zayn is Louis' roommate of three years and best friend of ten, and today of all days he has chosen to give in to his bug. As a result Louis must attend his interview with unfathomable CEO of Styles Enterprises Holdings Inc all the way in Birmingham. Louis has heard some very unsettling things about Harry Styles.. Don't think Louis didn't look him up before he agreed to this interview (not that he had a choice). Number one boy scout rule: Always be prepared.

And prepared Louis was.

Well, not really. All Louis knows about this man is that he's filthy rich and incredibly stuck up. Blame TMZ.com

The things he does for his best friend.

"Louis, please, you know how much this means to me. It's taken me three semesters to land this interview.. This is my one shot. I would love to go, believe me, but how would a sniffling, sneezing, snot nosed twenty-one year old man, wiping gunk on his sleeve every half a minute look? I realise this is unprofessional and super last minute bu-"

"Zayn," Louis cuts his babbling best friend off, "You know I would do this for you in a heartbeat. Hopefully I can pull this off as well as you would have been able to."

He's even beautiful when he looks like Rudolph the red-nose goddamn reindeer, how does he do it?

"You'll be great, Lou, just don't think too much about it. You've always had such a carefree attitude and that's what makes everyone swoon." Zayn says with a frown, almost like he wishes he had that 'ability' and what the hell? Everything about him is breathtaking.

"I guess so.. You going to be okay? Should I call Niall?" Louis checks his watch, pulling out his phone before he gets a response from his best friend.

"Louis, put your phone away. I have the flu, not a life threatening disease. The questions and tape recorder are on the vanity near the door, press the little button on the side to record and take as many notes as you can. Go. Don't be late."

"Okay, boss-man, I'm leaving. You better call me if you need anything." Louis narrows his eyes at the gorgeous man that lies before him.

Zayn releases a chuckle that soon turns into a coughing fit.

Louis is out of the door before Zayn can say "Nyquil."

Stepping out of Zayn's brand new Matte black Huracan, Louis has to tilt his head back in order to experience all that is Styles International Enterprises. It had to be at least twenty stories high which wasn't quite surprising, most of the buildings in this city corresponded in terms of height but that did not mean SIE didn't stand out.

"Holy shit." Louis whispered to himself as he did a once over of what must have been the lobby. The interior design was sleek, very new and in style. Louis averted his gaze to the ceiling and squinted his eyes as he was met with a very large, very golden chandelier.