Substance over Styles | H.S.

XXVIII. Like a BOSS

Hiya everyone it's me again!

Here's another chapter for you to again make up for my absence. So I decided that I wanted to get to know my readers a little more, if that's possible. So I'll be asking some questions along the way, join the party and answer if you want. It's all up to you.

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I looked up from my computer when I heard my phone ring. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone, still being very annoyed and very worried about what happened in the elevator with Louis. I didn't want to hear, nor see anyone, unless it had something to do with work. I had locked myself up since this morning and even went through the trouble of making coffee on my own and having Harry's sent up to his office. The only thing I wanted to do, was work my arse off, so this day could go by quickly and I could crawl into my bed after a nice meal of Phad Thai. I huffed when the phone didn't stop ringing and picked it up without checking the caller ID.

"Mia Peterson, Harry Styles' assistant. How can I help you?" I said, trying to cover up the annoyance.

"Hi stranger." I recognized Eleanor's voice. It made the corners of my lips lift up in what could look like a smile.

"Good to hear you, El." I said, returning to my computer once I heard the beep of a notification, informing me I had a new email. It was from Harry telling me to come and see him when I could.

"Yeah, you too. We haven't really hung out in a while. You know just the three of us." She sighed.

"I know. We're all really busy with work and God knows what." I was being quite the hypocrite at this point, because I knew very well why Niall and I weren't as available as we used to. It all had to do with new romances in our lives, some official, some secretive.

Secretive? Probably not for long.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Uhh, me too of course." El answered in a stuttering way, which made me realise that she too, had been hiding something, I knew her well enough. I had seen quite enough to know that a certain Louis Bastard Tomlinson had to be involved in some kind.

"So when?" Eleanor's voice pulled me out of my daze.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe we should ask Niall, since he's the one who has to deal with another person being involved." I tried to stay vague.

"Really, Mia? You're sure about that?" I frowned at her remark.

"Of course, what are you on about?" I asked in a way too defensive tone. I didn't know what it was, but my mood kept on getting worse.

"What am I on about? Shouldn't you be telling me something?" El asked. I sighed because I knew exactly where she was going with this. Louis was already spilling.

"No." I said in a clipped tone.

"Is it true?" El suddenly asked with a small voice, which probably had to do with my shortness in answers, something she wasn't used to.

"Is what true, El? Stop being so bloody vague." I snapped while massaging my head. It was indeed a perfect time for a head ache to come through.

"Oh, I'm being vague now?" El raised her tone. "Seriously, Mia, what meds are you on today? You're being a total bitch to everyone." This made me so irritated and annoyed that I had to physically hold onto the top of my desk to not hurt anyone.