Niall Horan Imagines

Mr. Horan- Part 2

When you returned the following Monday, you held a coffee in one hand and your new employee badge in the other. Listening to your heels click as you walked, you tried to focus on maneuvering around the herds of people that were scattered around every floor of the building. You were able, however, to make it to an elevator without spilling the coffee. As soon as you stepped off on the fifth floor, the very top floor and also the floor that Mr. Horan's office was on, you spotted a clock. Squinting so you could see the time, a hurried panic rushed over you. You literally had two minutes to get to his office before you'd be late. Tightening your grip on the coffee cup, you tried to jog as best as you could in your heels.

His office was all the way at the end of the hall, as you remembered. You breathed a sigh of relief when you made it with a few seconds to spare. You hardly even had time to catch your breath before Mr. Horan turned into his office and pushed the door shut behind him. He smiled widely at you while dropping a stack of papers on his desk. "Mornin', sweetheart," He said to you as he grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled the chair forward before falling into it. As he pushed himself closer to his desk, he told you, "You dressed up for me. I like it." He laughed and winked before grabbing a pen from his Irish mug. You were dressed in a black skirt and a white blouse, with black heels on your feet. Mr. Horan never gave you a dress code or anything, but you'd noticed the proper apparel of all the other employees, and picked your outfit based on what you'd seen everyone else wearing. It was a professional office setting, so you had to dress the part.

Mr. Horan was looking rather fine, himself. Opposed to the dark blue one he wore at your interview, today Mister CEO was sporting a sharp black suit that pronounced the intensity of his eyes even more. Once again, he smelled heavenly of cologne. As a soft smile pulled at your lips, you offered the coffee cup to him, saying, "I - I brought this for you, sir."

His tongue licked across his teeth as his eyes flickered up to meet yours. A smirk formed on his lips and he said, "You're such a sweetheart." He gladly took the coffee from you and set it beside his stack of papers. You could still see steam escaping through the lid. He clicked his pen open and began figuring small numbers on a few papers. "Trying to look at expenses," He mumbled, focusing on the reports in front of him. You nodded, though he wasn't watching. "You know what - that's what you could do for me, sweetheart. Dial up my treasurer and tell him I'd like to see him, will you?" He kindly asked, without looking up at you.

"Of course," You shyly replied. You were nervous beyond belief. "Um, sir... I don't - do you have the phone number?" You could hardly form sentences. Inhaling a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself as Mr. Horan chuckled and set his pen down. He pushed himself back and pulled a drawer open on his desk, pulling his phone out. He scrolled through his contact list until he spotted the number he was looking for and handed his phone to you. You took it in your shaky grip.

"Just call him on that," He told you, before bringing his attention back to the papers in front of him. You did as you were told and excused yourself into the hallway to make the phone call.

There were exactly four rings before the other end picked up. "Niall!" A loud voice boomed through the phone, startling you so much that you nearly dropped your boss's phone. "How you doin'? Busy over there, isn't it? It's funny because I figured you'd be calling m-"

"Excuse me, sir," You timidly interrupted, "This is (Y/N), Mr. Horan's assistant. I'm calling because he'd like to meet with you."