For my lovely friend Maya. 3

The phone almost broke as he hung it up on the receiver. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. How many more times are they going to call him? It was actually, properly, disrespectful at this point.

Liam brushed his face with a hand before checking his watch. Only an hour before he could call it a day. He was tired of dealing with the higher-ups who thought that he would just magically produce whatever they asked. He was head of the marketing division, not the fucking CEO of the company.

Tapping his desk he scanned the room. The plant given to him by his mum was illuminated by the large windows lining the wall to his right, almost making it look real. A picture of said woman smiled up at him form the edge of his desk. He reached forward and grabbed a pen to write on a sticky-note to call her later. He had bad habit of forgetting to do that during the week. A low mechanical whir reminded him of the air conditioning, incase he couldn't tell by the chill already. He wrote another note to talk to the building repairmen about it. He underlined the word 'again' 3 times.

God he really wanted to be in his flat right now. It was Friday and the temptation to leave early was strong. But then, a blinking light on his desk intercom told him that his assistant, Gregory, was call him.

He pressed the button, "Yeah Greg?"

"You've got a call from Niall."

"Thanks. Put him through."

He picked up the phone, waiting to hear the tell-tale click, and humorously thanked god he didn't actually break the phone five minutes before.

"Hey Niall."

"Woahh Liam! I can't believe you actually answered your fuggin phone!"

He chuckled while leaning forward, putting away the pen.

"Yeah, sorry for being busy 'cuz I have like, a job and stuff."

"Oh we are proud!" Nial mocked him with an almost perfect imitation from My Fair Lady. He was in a mood, which meant something was happening.

"Have you been watching movies all day?" He loosened his tie a little, prepping to make an excuse and get off the phone if need be.

"Nope. I've actually been prepping for tomorrow. Its gonna be sick, man." Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Niall was just excited about his bar opening, called 'Lucky's Charms'. Yeah. There was a good long laugh when he first talked about it. And Niall is extremely proud. And they were all of him as well.

"So I'm calling you, Liam James Payne, to remind you that if you are late I will end your life." This time Liam actually laughed out loud.

"And I supposed you gave Zayn the same call?"

"Of course! And he swore that you would be up at least 3 hours before. And then you would be awake at least an hour and a half before." He could practically hear Niall's eyebrow's waggle through the receiver, along with the bustle of honking cars in the background. He groaned inwardly at Zayn's rude joke.

"Well I promise you, Niall James Horan, That I will be there on time." Niall blew a raspberry into the phone, probably alarming the people around him on the sidewalk. Liam took that as an 'Ok'.

"Well if you are done being a five year old, I'm going to finish some work." Ok, that was a lie, but he really, really wanted to go home now.

"Yeah, alright. Don't forget, we're meeting up at Nandos on Sunday." Shit. He had forgot.

"Yeah, sure. Bye." Hanging up the phone for the second time in 20 minutes, he made the decision to leave early.

He shuffled the remaining papers on his desk, making sure to pocket the sticky notes along with a note written in stylish script saying 'Pasta. With lots of cheese.' and a heart under it. He grabbed his suitcase, and opened the heavy glass door to his office after turning off the lights. Saying a quick goodbye to Gregory as he passed, he made the mistake of glancing at Jamie's desk on his way out through the main lobby on the ground floor. The stout woman waved him over with a big smile on her face and a loud "Oh !".

He trotted over with a slight smile. was always sweet to everyone in the office, but he just really wanted to go home.

"Yes?"

"Oh ", she repeated, "You have an urgent message." She shuffled through the multiple colored coded notes on her desk untill she found the right one. "It reads: "Need chicken broth. Low Sodium." She showed him the note. "He made sure that I emphasize the low sodium."

And indeed the 'low sodium' bit was underlined. He couldn't help but smile. Always mindful of his kidney, even though the surgery was a year ago and a success.

"Thank you . Have a nice day!" He waved at her still-smiling form and walked out the rotating doors.