Louis sighed as he stepped into work. Now, don't get him wrong, he is thankful for the life he has been given, and yes he still crosses himself when he sees an ambulance drive past, but when it comes to sitting in traffic because of an accident for thirty minutes.

Well. He isn't for that life. Especially when it means he is forty-minutes late for his second day at work.

And of course, he is greeted by a less than impressed Harry Styles and Zayn Malik. Louis bites his lip, breathing in as he watches their faces contour into one of disappointment.

"Late again Louis," Harry speaks slowly and it is very intimidating.

"Well I have a very good excuse-" Louis begins only to be cut off with by a raised hand from Zayn.

"No excuses Louis. Late is late. Because this is your second day, there will be no repercussions but just know that your job is on the line."

Louis stared at the two CEO's who were sitting behind their huge desk, his mouth hung agape at what he considered unreasonable, "well excuse me Mister but unlike some people," he paused to point at the two millionaire husbands, "I can't just take my 24/7 helicopter instead of my million dollar car."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the twinks comment, standing up with a soft smirk. He walked forward until he was chest to chest with Louis, Zayn watched on curiously. He noted how Louis almost shrunk in on himself under Harry's stare.


"And as I said yesterday Louis. Unlike some people, Zayn and I dress appropriately for work." Harry shook his head displeased as he took Louis' hand a made the boy do a little spin.

Louis gasped at the action, twirling like a ballerina only to be criticised, "you look better than yesterday, but I think Zayn would agree you must wear a suit."

Louis dropped his hand back to his side, taking a step away from the man who spoke with a slow voice.

"Well, I better not have to dress like you. Once again you look ridiculous. Mr Styles, I have to ask, are you wearing your grandmother's picnic blanket?"

Harry sighed, as he and his husband shared a glance, "Zayn take him shopping love. Rodeo Drive will do."

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Louis bit his lip as he stepped outside of Zayn's McLaren, as much as he hates to admit it. That car is worth more than his existence, and he doesn't even feel worthy to be in it, let alone touch it.

"Okay Louis, I'm taking you to the tailor we use for our suits. Cross your fingers that he isn't busy."

Louis looked up at the raven haired man who was walking hastily. 

"Slow down!" Louis sassed as he jogged to keep up with his boss, who suddenly paused turning to face the much shorter boy.

"You see Louis." The addressed gulped, as he and his boss were now chest to chest, and he stared up at the man as Zayn continued, "I have much better things to do than showing my assistant how to dress appropriately. So will you make this as painless as possible and do as I say. Understood?"

With a nod, they were walking into a shop which Louis was sure was also was worth more than his life.

"Zayn-" Louis began only to be cut off, "Mr Malik." With an eye roll the twink continued, weaving his way behind Zayn in the shop, "Sir, I can't afford a single thing here."



And for the first time, Zayn looked genuinely confused, "why would you think you were paying?"

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Zayn stared at the boy who looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than in a suit tailor right now. 

"Is this the last suit I have to try?" Louis whined as he emerged from curtain, body wrapped in a beautiful cotton suit.

Simple but work appropriate. Unlike Louis' current outfit.

"You have one more after this. I need to find five for you." Zayn commented as he motioned for Louis to turn around. Standing up he tugged on the hem of his shirt.

Louis made a little huff of distaste.

"Would have to get it altered. Try this blue one, last one."

Louis pouted, however, held his hands up in surrender when he saw the stern expression on the millionaire's face. Soon enough he was back inside the curtain.

Zayn waited, seconds ticked by and for some reason Louis wasn't changed yet.

"Louis?" There was no response. The CEO waited another minute before standing with a curious frown and walking to the curtain, cautiously opening it only to gasp at the sight.

There was a near naked Louis, pants on the floor, and phone in hand.

"Ah!" Louis squeaks, eyes wide as he notices the intruder, quickly tugging the curtain closed and popping his phone back in his bag.

Zayn took a step back, because Louis wasn't wearing boxers... he was wearing panties, pink frilly panties. His mind played over the mental image once more before stuttering out a shy response, "Umm just um, pop out here and we can grab these four suits. They will be enough."

Zayn can truly say he has never had an assistant surprise him the way Louis does.

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