Louis Tomlinson Imagines

The CEO

"Wait!" You say as the elevator doors are about to close, but the man inside put his arm in between, preventing the doors to close.

You went inside, out of breath, "T-thank you."

He just nod and smiled.

You look at yourself on the mirror. Wow, you're a mess.

You quickly finger-comb your hair, put a little foundation on your face and tint your cheek and lips. You shake off the dust from your outfit, and neatly smoothed out your blazer and skirt.

"I'm so screwed..." you tell yourself while you tap your feet, making your high heel click against the floor. You were running late for your first day of work, and you didn't have time to fix yourself at home.

You can sense the man's attention is on you, since you're the only ones inside the lift, and maybe because you're distracting him.

You stopped tapping your feet, thinking that it might make him uncomfortable. "Sorry," you apologize to him, "it's a habit."

"It's okay," he speaks, then looks at the elevator floor indicator, "Are you alright, though?"

"Yeah, just worrying that I'll have a bad first impression from the boss. And maybe he immediately fires me for being late on my first day of work." You laugh. You don't even know this man but you're already talking to him about your thoughts.

"Oh, so you're new here?" He asks again. You look at him and observe him, he's wearing a suit and his hair is in a quiff. He looks very formal more than you.

"Yes," you answer, looking away. You don't know why you stared at him for a moment, but hey, it's maybe because he's a good looking man.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you late?"

"I overslept, dreaming about myself going to work early and receiving nice compliments from my workmates about being good at my job. Now, look how the tables have turned." You explained honestly which made him chuckle.

"That was tough." He says, "but at least it's more convincing than any other excuses of other employees."

"Yeah, I just hope I can convince my boss too." You say.

"I think he will understand." He smiles, "well, you looked like you haven't had breakfast yet. And you didn't have the time to grab one, am I right?"

You suddenly feel your stomach growl quietly.

"Uhh, yeah." You shyly admit.

"Here," he hands you a cup of coffee from the paper cup holder in his hand.

"Oh no, no. It's okay." You say, waving your hands to him.

"At least have a coffee so your stomach won't be empty." He insists. There's something in him that is commanding, so you just accepted his offer.

"Thank you." You smile and gently sip on it. The heat and taste of the coffee went smoothly down your throat.

"What's your name, by the way?" He questioned and you turn to him.