A loud ringing woke Louis up, dragging him out of his dreams. Drowsy he tried to put out his alarm clock by just sticking one arm out of his cozy blanket nest. After a while of searching and not finding the source of the annoying beeping, he grunted, turned around and smashed the small clock on his sidetable aggressivly. Then he tugged his large blanket over his head again while closing his eyes, hoping for a little bit of sleep till the alarm would go off the next time.

Louis hated getting up early, and it was just 6:30 am. Way too early for the night owl, who loved staying up late which bit him in the ass every single morning, because he couldn't get himself to wake up properly. Usually he layed in bed as long as possible, but then he would always have to hurry to get to work on time.

As every morning, Louis eventually dragged himself out of bed about half an hour later. Yawning and stretching, he made his way into the bathroom, getting ready for the day. With tired eyes he starred into the mirror, where his sleepy self looked back at him. His blue eyes were still half way closed, the brown hair was messed up and his cheeks were still glowing red by the warmth of his bed he just left.

He sighed, turned away from his mirrorself and stripped down his clothes he was wearing for the night, to get into the shower. The cold water finally woke Louis up as it rinsed down over his short hair and his slim body.

A while later, when he got out of the shower, dried himself and walked over to his closet with just a towel wrapped around his waist, Louis felt already better then when he first woke up this morning. With a critical look he scanned his clothes before pulling out fresh boxershorts, a huge yellow sweater, some black sweatpants and some white socks. A pretty casual look for the small man who loved wearing baggy clothes.

Louis glanced over to the big clock on the wall, before starting to swear as he saw how late it already was. He had to hurry, so he threw on his clothes as fast as he could, not without cursing himself for wasting his time in bed earlier this morning. Hasty he ran through his small apartment reaching for his working bag and all the other important stuff he needed for his day. Then he slipped on his white sneakers and put on his favourite cap, before heading out of the door. For breakfast or a coffee was no time. He would have to get himself a cup on the way to the office. Just like every morning.

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When he finally arrived at the huge building he worked in, with a coffee to go in his hands, he was just right on time. Not that his chef would've cared too much if Louis was late, but it was important to Louis himself to at least try to be punctual, which wasn't always working out.

Luckily his chef Liam and himself were good friends, which made working a lot easier and that's why it was not a problem, if Louis was a few minutes late sometimes. They met a few years ago on a party and realised that they had similar goals in life, although Liam was way up higher on the business ladder then Louis. They were about the same age, Louis even a little bit older.

Liam had worked hard to get his own music label going, while Louis just had graduated from his music college, where he studied to become a producer. Liam had offered him a job at his label, because he could need the support getting more recognition and a friend to help him through tough times. The rest was history!

His hands covered by the yellow fabric of his sweater and wrapped around his warming coffee of which he took a sip from time to time, Louis stood now in the elevator to the office. He would probably have a chill day, because there was not much going on at the label at the moment. Here and there Louis had to help a few musicians at the studio, but sadly there were no huge jobs for the music industry in sight.

After a while, the elevator stopped with a bing and the doors opened, so Louis could step out into the bright and cold light of the room in front of him. He strutted through the open concept working space where some of his co-workers were already working, greeting them with a nod and casually tossing his empty cup into a bin nearby, just to get to his own small office.

His "office" was an extra room he got for being Liams' helping hand. When you walked through the wooden door, the first thing you noticed, would be the huge window which covered a whole wall with an incredible view all over London from high above. The other wall was covered with prices Louis had gotten for all of his work till now. Below there stood a comfy looking couch and a shelf with some books. In the middle of the room was a desk with a computer on it and some plants Louis took care of. At least he tried to.... There was also a big chair, a coffee machine, a guitar and some weird stuff Louis had just thrown in here, because why not.

Just right after Louis had walked into his office and got himself seated in front of the big monitor of his computer, it knocked at the door and before Louis could even answer, Liam came in and tossed himself on an armchair in the corner of the room.

"Good morning?", Louis greeted his chef with a confused look on his face. It was against Liams good manners to just storm into a room like this.

"Lou. You gotta help me out!" The sleek looking man in his suit rubbed his face and the concern in his voice scared Louis a little bit.

"What's wrong? Is there a zombie apocalypse going on? Or... no... I got it!", Louis exclaimed with a cheeky grin. "You peed yourself and now you need my clothes! Sorry mate, got nothing to change into."

"What the hell...?! What is going on in your brain!", Liam laughed, his worries gone for a second. "Even if that was the case, I would definitly not wear your stinky sweatpants." As if to prove his point, he fixed his neat looking suit and his soft curled, brown hair.

"Hey! They are fresh out of my closet!", Louis argued, relieved that he could make his friend laugh for a moment. "But no seriously, what's wrong mate?"

Instantly the stress took over Liams soft facial features again. "So... we got an offer", he began, clearly thinking about his words. "A newcomer is considering our label to produce his music..." He stopped.

"But Liam, that's great! We hadn't had a proper thing going in like a month. We do need the money and we can bring him out real big!", Louis said excited. He couldn't see the reason why Liam was so stressed out.

"Yeah, I thought so too, especially because he definitly is going to be a star. He already has a number one hit out and wants to produce a whole album now." Although those were great news, Liam seemed not happy, he rather furrowed his brows into a frown. "There are some conditions the musicians wants to have set straight though..."

"Oh", now Louis new where the bad mood came from. There were a lot of strange artists out there and the two friends had to deal with specific requests before. Nobody in the company was really keen about having another weirdo around. But they really needed the money, so there was no way they could not take the newcomer.

"It's not much... He wants a personal assistance, who gives him advice and guides him through the process", he winked at Louis at this point to signalise him, that this would be his job. "Also he wants to work rather isolated, without the press getting wind of it. The rest would come as working on, he said."

Liam sighed heavily as he finished his sentence. He glanced up to Louis who sat in the chair, sunk in his thoughts, thinking about his options. "I know, it's a lot to ask for and I would talk to someone else, but you're the only one I really trust with that job, Louis."

Before he could carry on with his river of words, Louis shushed him. "It's alright Liam. I'm going to do it. We need the money and it can't get worse then the dude who wanted to record everything naked." He giggled at the thought of the old famous singer, who had cost him so much nerves. "Also, I would love to get into proper recording after this long time!"

Liam started smiling out of relieve, his brown, puppy like eyes sparkling at Louis who sat there, overthinking if he made a huge mistake. Then Liam got up and wanted to walk out of the room, but Louis stopped him. "Wait! What's the name of the man? I need to prepare myself."

Liam stopped in his movement, slowly turning around to Louis with an excusing smile. "Well.... He said his personal assistant should be like a friend to him and he does not want him to know, who he is till the end of the process." Liam gulped. "If you're lucky, he will tell you his surname, but he isn't that popular, that you would know him from his looks. He doesn't want to get googled, before recording the whole thing. He wants a proper meet up, getting to know each other and then hopefully forming a friendly relationship. You'll meet him tomorrow. I'm going to tell you the exact time and place later today."

Louis sighed loudly: "Well then... see you around, Payno!" And with those words, Liam left the small office space, shutting the door behind him.

Stressed out, Louis took off his cap, let his head fall onto his desk and ruffled through his brown strands of hair. The cold of the table pressed to his face, his thoughts started running wild. His mind was full of scenarios that could happen, especially because he could not prepare himself to every possibility by researching the artist.

With an annoyed grunt he finally picked himself up after a few minutes, turned on his computer and tried to focus on his work. He didn't want to think about the encounter awaiting him anymore. That would make him just more anxious and so he went on with his day, trying to shut out all of his thoughts.