Never Made Me Stronger

3: Horan Hotness Scale

Niall's P.O.V

I trudged down the brightly lit hallway, making my way to Simon's office; after glaring at his name plate which decorated the door for a few seconds, I hastily grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open, not even bothering to knock.

As I entered the room, I glanced around until my eyes fell on a petite girl standing in the corner near Simon's book shelf; she had her back to me so I just admired the view for a few seconds before clearing my throat, causing her to straighten up and turn around quickly.

"Hello," I said with a smirk, she must have been Simon's assistant or something, so I may as well try and put her to work, "Can I get a bottle of water?" I asked in a rather demanding tone, and I watched as her wide eyes seemed to widen even further.

I saw her eyes darken and she angrily began to open her mouth, however before she could speak, we were interrupted as Simon entered the room and made his way to his desk, "You're both here! Brilliant... let's get this meeting underway, shall we?" he asked kindly, glancing first at me, then the girl on the opposite side of the room.

Our eyes met for a moment and I studied her face; she was very pretty although she did wear a lot of make up which I wasn't a big fan of. Her hair was bleached and the clothes she wore were rather eye catching. All in all I'd probably rate her as a 7 on the Horan Hotness scale... maybe an 8 as long as she kept her mouth shut.

We looked away from one another and she stepped lightly toward the chairs in front of Simon's desk before gracefully slinking into one. I hadn't made any move to approach the desk, hell, I didn't want to sit and exchange fucking pleasantries. I wanted to get in and get out.

"Come on Niall, please have a seat," Simon said in a tight voice; I could tell he was trying to stay civilized considering our last impromptu meeting had ended in a screaming match and my first going through his wall.

I studied the wall behind him, eyeing the small picture frame that hung over the spot to cover the damage I'd inflicted last time; Simon was giving me a hard stare as my lips quirked up into a demeaning smirk, "I'm good right here, thanks though Si," I replied in an overly polite tone.

The girl who occupied one of the chairs subtly attempted to peek at me from over her shoulder and as soon as her eyes met mine she quickly turned back around, her back rigid and her leg bouncing up and down, portraying quite an anxious habit.

"The help you're hiring is getting prettier, Simon, but I wouldn't think you'd allow her to get away with dressing like that," I commented, leaning against the wall.

"Excuse me?" She screamed as she shot up from her chair and turned to face me, "Excuse you on two accounts, One: I am not, as you like to say 'the help', and Two: Who are you to judge me by my clothes? I'm not judging you on the fact it looks like you haven't showered in a week," she spat, narrowing her eyes at me. I'll admit, even though I was rather offended by her announcement, I couldn't deny the fire that lit her eyes wasn't attractive. She had a lot of fight in her... I kinda liked that.

I ignored her accusing glare and turned toward Simon, "I thought this was a meeting between me and you, so why is this cunt here?" I said in almost a whisper as I took a few steps closer to his desk. 

"Ha, cunt... wow the Niall Horan just called me a cunt," she laughed mockingly, shaking her head slightly, "Too bad no one could give less of a fuck about you, anymore," she murmured, crossing her arms over her chest before reclaiming her seat and crossing her legs.

Alright, forget everything I said before... this girl is a bitch and not attractive at all. She's a negative 47 on the Horan Hotness Scale.

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose, "Niall, please just take a seat and I will make this as painless as possible," he said in exasperation before looking at me with pleading eyes.