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Episode 2- Stripper

“We should totally do that more often,” I heard Louis mumbled breathlessly.

“Yeah, yeah totally,” Harry replied, still trying to gasp for air as he probably runs his fingers into Louis wet sex-hair.

I could totally picture what is happening.

“NO!.... You guys a re NOT gonna do that again!” I groaned loudly from the other room. I walked up the wall which was adjacent to Harry's room and hit it banged on it three times. “If the neighbors complain tomorrow I'm so gonna throw away all your condoms and lubes stack!!”

The two annoying lover broke into fits of laughter at my reaction. I swore that they purposely did that to annoy me. They just had the loudest sex ever; and I could hear weird moaning, grunting, screaming and even weird sounds like whipping and wood breaking. It was pure hell and I knew exactly why Louis was doing this; he is trying to use my raging hormones against me, hoping that I'll give in to his idea of finding me a boyfriend. I sighed and went back to his work of proof reading the new proposals and reports for Mr. Malik. It's been two weeks since the sandwich incident, and since that day forward, he requested the sandwich to be his daily breakfast, which means, I had to wake up earlier in order to make the sandwich. I even considered dropping it on the floor to make sure that it taste the same as the first one, but I was rational enough to think that dropping it on the floor won't effect the taste of the sandwich whatsoever. Lavender floor cleaner or not. I really don't know why, but I can't stand lavender scent anymore after the incident, so I changed the floor cleaner to the one that smelt like chemical and lemon.

After I finished proof reading all the proposals and reports, I head over to the small kitchen, making a Nialler-10 Minutes Midnight Meal. Satisfied with my grilled cheese, and feeling like a small chef, I plopped down on one of the chairs at the small dining table. Grinning at my grilled cheese that was leaking with cheese, I was about to take the first bite when Louis entered the kitchen with nothing but a pair of boxer covering his man sausage and balls. I internally groaned but decided it would be best to concentrate on my meal instead of my brother that smelled like sex. I moaned when the taste of bread and cheese melted on my mouth while I close my eyes, just to add the effect.

“Goodness Niall, having orgasm while eating? You're getting worse,” Louis chuckled grabbing an apple and then sat down next to me, causing his stench to invade my sensitive nostrils.

“Yeah, you will have grilled cheese as your brother-in-law Lou,” I chuckled at my own joked, with the grilled cheese still in my mouth, causing a few bread crumbs flew out of my mouth. I swallowed and spoke again “You need a shower, Lou. Badly,”

“Really?” Lou lifted his arms and sniffed his armpits, making me cringe “Mehh, Harry loves it. Plus, I would rather take baths separately; couldn't keep my hands off of that boy,”

“Aren't you guys tired? You have sex like everyday!” I exclaimed, taking another huge chunk of my meal.

“That is absurd. We don't have sex everyday; we have a schedule,” Louis replied casually.

“You guys have SEX SCEHDULE?”

“I like to keep things well organized,” Louis winked. “So how's the life of a working man treating you?”

“It's bitch,” I answered truthfully, thinking of Mr. Malik “Totally a bitch,”

“And your boss?” Louis inquired, making me nervous on the inside. I'm sure as hell if tell him that I never met my boss, Louis would totally overreact and cause a scene.

“He's cool,” I shrugged, not going into details.

“He? Is he hot?” Louis wiggled his eye at me. Now how am I going to answer this...?

“Mehh, average guy. Average look, average height,”

“Has he ever hit on you?” Louis asked seriously “If he did anything to you I could sue-”

“I doubt that he is gay Louis. Not all people are gay,” I chuckled.

“He hired a guy, Niall. And that guy is you; He's basically screaming ''I'm GAY and I TOP'',”

“Hey! I excelled at the interview! And what makes you say that I won't top?” I asked, slightly offended.

But before Louis could answer me, Harry walked in, with only a huge white towel wrapping him just below the torso. His curly hair was still wet causing it to look straight and darker.

“Hey babe,” Harry greeted Louis, and then proceed to sit on his lap. He placed a small kiss on his shoulder and pulled back chuckling “You smell babe,”

“It's our love smell,” Louis replied adorably.

“Ewwww,” I cringed “Love smell? You smell like a bag of used condoms Lou. A bag of used faulty condoms,”

Harry and I laughed at my bad joke, causing Louis to look like a small kid lost in the mall. Since we were little, I knew that one of the things that Louis hated the most is being laughed at. He absolutely hated it even if it was me. Before I could register what was happening, Louis had shoved Harry off his lap and captured my head, under his arm with my face buried in his armpit. The smell,....oh God the smell burned my eyes like onions. I tried to squirm away but it was useless, Louis is stronger then I am. After a few minutes, I went limp under Louis' arm; if condoms really smells like this, I'm never gonna go anywhere near it.

***

I stood in the middle of the living room of Mr. Malik's penthouse as I contemplate on where to start cleaning first. I had a pretty rough morning since I used up half of my facial cleaner trying to get rid of Louis ''Love Smell''. I scrubbed my face so hard causing my pale skin to turn bright pink. When I dropped off Mr. Malik's breakfast, Paul had to stifle a laugh at my face, and when Josh Devine from the finance department came up to me to submit the monthly financial report, he didn't even bother covering up his laugh. In fact, he even said ''Oh my God, you look so red like a pig Niall''.

Like I said, rough morning. I let out a pathetic breath as I reach over my shoulder for my bag pack. Which was not there. I muttered out a curse when I realize I forgot to bring my bag pack which contained my spare clothes that I use to clean the penthouse; wearing suit and tie isn't exactly suitable when you're playing French Maid. My day is just spiraling down the drain, and into the sewer that smelled like Louis' armpit. Well, there is only one option left; pulled out my S4 and turned on my “Cleaning Playlist” songs. My body swayed with the music as I stripped off my clothes. When I'm down to the last article of clothes on my body, which was my boxer, I decided to leave it on and began cleaning the penthouse singing to Bad Romance, Oppa Gangnam Style, Harlem Shake Blurred Lines, and other songs.

(Mr. Malik's P.O.V)

I stared wide eyes at the screen of one of my CCTV feed as my personal assistant stripped of his clothes while dancing to Bad Romance. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen and I could feel my junior getting warm and excited. This is so wrong on so many levels; Niall is my worker, and I'm his boss. Niall. Niall Horan. I had many imaginations on how will he react when he sees me. Mad? Excited?....Happy? I hardly think that he'll be happy to see me. Will he remember me? I highly doubt that too. I kept staring at the boys as he dance around the penthouse while cleaning it. If it was my previous P.A, I would've sent them a warning letter, and I'm kind enough, I'll fire them. But not Niall; He is finally within my grasp, so close, yet so far away. I can't let him get away from me; Not after what he did to me.

“Enjoying the view Zayn?” Paul's gruff voice echoed throughout the dark office. I immediately retreated back, and switch the CCTV feed to a different camera.

“I- You didn't knock Paul,” I scowled, mentally congratulating myself for finding a good reason; I really hate when people didn't know how to knock.

“I did, but you didn't answer, so I came in to check on you,” Paul answered with a chuckle. “So, Mr. Horan is giving you a free stripping show huh?”

“No-I was-I was just making sure he's doing his job. You know how I don't trust people with my penthouse,” My office is literrally filled with screens displaying different feeds of my pent house, the shipping dock, the warehouse, and the office building. We do have our own security, but I would rather watch how things run with my own eyes, and I don't have to make human any contact while doing it.

“Well, I can assure you Mr. Horan is a very fine and trustworthy lad. He's everything you described him to be,”

“Yeah,” I replied quietly, “He is,”

“So, when are you going to tell him?”

“I don't know. I haven't figured it out yet,” I replied, biting my lips as I turned the feed back into my penthouse, where Niall is happily cleaning, dancing and singing. “When he's ready I guess,”

“You mean, when you're ready Mr. Malik?” Paul chuckled.

“Paul, you know I hate it when you call me that,” I scolded the older lad. Since my parents died, Paul took over the roll as my parent. He used to be my father's right hand and his bodyguard. He is like a second father to me and I'm extremely grateful to have someone like him. “Is that all Paul? Or do you have anything else for me?”

“Nothing more Zayn,” Paul smiled “Enjoy your free show,”

When Paul leave the room, my eyes were immediately glued to the screen that was still displaying a half-naked Niall. He still looks the same, albeit slightly older and,....happier.

Happy.

Such a foreign word.

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