Fix A Heart || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

A loud ringing woke Louis up, dragging him out of his dreams. Drowsy he tried to put out his alarm clock by just sticking one arm out of his cozy blanket nest. After a while of searching and not finding the source of the annoying beeping, he grunted, turned around and smashed the small clock on his sidetable aggressivly. Then he tugged his large blanket over his head again while closing his eyes, hoping for a little bit of sleep till the alarm would go off the next time.

Louis hated getting up early, and it was just 6:30 am. Way too early for the night owl, who loved staying up late which bit him in the ass every single morning, because he couldn't get himself to wake up properly. Usually he layed in bed as long as possible, but then he would always have to hurry to get to work on time.

As every morning, Louis eventually dragged himself out of bed about half an hour later. Yawning and stretching, he made his way into the bathroom, getting ready for the day. With tired eyes he starred into the mirror, where his sleepy self looked back at him. His blue eyes were still half way closed, the brown hair was messed up and his cheeks were still glowing red by the warmth of his bed he just left.

He sighed, turned away from his mirrorself and stripped down his clothes he was wearing for the night, to get into the shower. The cold water finally woke Louis up as it rinsed down over his short hair and his slim body.

A while later, when he got out of the shower, dried himself and walked over to his closet with just a towel wrapped around his waist, Louis felt already better then when he first woke up this morning. With a critical look he scanned his clothes before pulling out fresh boxershorts, a huge yellow sweater, some black sweatpants and some white socks. A pretty casual look for the small man who loved wearing baggy clothes.

Louis glanced over to the big clock on the wall, before starting to swear as he saw how late it already was. He had to hurry, so he threw on his clothes as fast as he could, not without cursing himself for wasting his time in bed earlier this morning. Hasty he ran through his small apartment reaching for his working bag and all the other important stuff he needed for his day. Then he slipped on his white sneakers and put on his favourite cap, before heading out of the door. For breakfast or a coffee was no time. He would have to get himself a cup on the way to the office. Just like every morning.

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When he finally arrived at the huge building he worked in, with a coffee to go in his hands, he was just right on time. Not that his chef would've cared too much if Louis was late, but it was important to Louis himself to at least try to be punctual, which wasn't always working out.

Luckily his chef Liam and himself were good friends, which made working a lot easier and that's why it was not a problem, if Louis was a few minutes late sometimes. They met a few years ago on a party and realised that they had similar goals in life, although Liam was way up higher on the business ladder then Louis. They were about the same age, Louis even a little bit older.

Liam had worked hard to get his own music label going, while Louis just had graduated from his music college, where he studied to become a producer. Liam had offered him a job at his label, because he could need the support getting more recognition and a friend to help him through tough times. The rest was history!

His hands covered by the yellow fabric of his sweater and wrapped around his warming coffee of which he took a sip from time to time, Louis stood now in the elevator to the office. He would probably have a chill day, because there was not much going on at the label at the moment. Here and there Louis had to help a few musicians at the studio, but sadly there were no huge jobs for the music industry in sight.

After a while, the elevator stopped with a bing and the doors opened, so Louis could step out into the bright and cold light of the room in front of him. He strutted through the open concept working space where some of his co-workers were already working, greeting them with a nod and casually tossing his empty cup into a bin nearby, just to get to his own small office.