The Sun and His Moon

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Considering that this is my most popular book on AO3, I thought I'd put it up here for you all to read as well xx
-Anna 

The first thing he felt under his fingertips in the morning was lace, which meant she was still here. There's only one rule he provided for the women he slept with and yet they manage to forget that too. The rule is simple really. 'Leave when we're done. No staying over.'  He turned around to, of course, find her sleeping beside him. What was her name? He didn't bother to ask. All he knew was that she was tall and blonde and sleeping in his bed. "Wake up, grab your things and leave, miss," he demanded, still groggy from sleep. "For the record, I didn't plan on staying either. It got too late and there were no cabs available," the blond grumbled, quickly getting dressed. "I really don't care about it. Just leave," he retorted, stretching his arms before getting off the bed, "I want you gone by the time I come out of the shower." "As you wish, your Highness," she said, biting back the curses she wanted to throw at him.

Sure enough, the girl was gone by the time he had come out of the shower. His mood only worsened when his phone chimed with the notification that he would have to attend a meeting with his father. It just wasn't any meeting, it was with Tomlinson Holdings. Any meeting with them meant side-eyes from Louis Tomlinson. That man despised Harry and he hated him right back. It wasn't even like they would explicitly say they hated each other, it would always be through their excessive competitiveness. Harry ran his hand through his hair which was beginning to grow longer than he would have liked and sighed in frustration. That Tomlinson would be there no doubt, he was always there. 

Louis woke up to his cat poking at his feet and laughed. "Oi I'll feed you soon enough, stop it, you menace," he chuckled, getting off the bed. He groggily walked over to the kitchen and filled the pastel pink bowl with kibble. With his cat fed, he could browse through his closet in peace. He had a meeting with Robin. He didn't mind the man, he was as good of a businessman as he was a king. His problem was his son Harry Styles. Arrogant, full of himself, slept with a different woman every night and never really seemed to care about anyone but himself. It drove Louis mad that Harry was next in line to Robin. He didn't deserve it all handed to him on a silver platter. Yes, Louis inherited it all from his family too but he was utterly grateful for everything he had, unlike the lanky fool. 

"Good morning, Mr Tomlinson," Charles quipped as soon as Louis walked up to his car. "Good morning, Charles. I swear to God one more time you call me 'Mr Tomlinson' I will lose my bloody mind. I am Louis, Mr Tomlinson is my dad. You saw me grow up, just call me Louis okay?" Louis huffed playfully. "It's a force of habit, Louis. You aren't that cheeky boy anymore now, are you? You are all suited up every morning at 8 am," Charles chuckled. "True. There are times I feel like running away and this morning is one of those times," Louis groaned, having noticed the notification from his assistant. The notification simply read 'meeting with Harry Styles at 10 am'. "Harry Styles?" Charles inquired. "How did you know?" Louis asked. "You think I don't notice but you look at that man like you want to drown him in a well," he laughed which caused Louis to gasp. "No, I don't!" Louis exclaimed. Charles only raised his eyebrows. "Okay fine I do but I don't want to drown him. I just want him to go away, to the Arctic Pole, never return, possibly drown in freezing waters after stumbling on those stupid bambi legs," Louis huffed. "And here I was thinking that little Louis was all grown up and mature. I've missed him," Charles smiled. "Oi I am mature," Louis retorted. "Yes of course you are," Charles laughed. 

Harry walked into his office at sharp 9 am. His father would be coming in soon to discuss the meeting with Louis Tomlinson. Harry had prepared everything but his father continued to underestimate his abilities. Yes, he wasn't as uptight as other businessmen but that made him no less good at his work. Hell, he was amazing at his work. "Harry," Robin started, walking into the room, "I am busy this morning. Do you think you'll be able to handle the meeting alone?" he asked. "Sure no problem. If you don't mind me asking, what came up?" Harry shot back. "Work came up. Nothing that you would understand," his father replied. "Then make me understand, father. No, I really want to know what came up since I understand absolutely nothing in the office," Harry spoke, calmly but poison lacing each word. "You should know better than to speak to your father like that. It's pointless arguing with you anyway. Make sure you solidify the deal with that Tomlinson lad, he's tiny but difficult to deal with," Robin remarked. "Alright, father. Sorry for speaking to you like that. I will make sure we stay in their good books," Harry smiled. 

"Good morning, Sir," Stephanie chirped from her desk as Louis passed by. "Good morning, Steph!" Louis cheered back. Yes, he had a meeting with the man he wished had drowned yesterday but that was no reason to be a wet sock. "Will I ask the car to be taken out again because it is already 9:15 and I know you want to be there early," Stephanie asked. "Please do that. The meeting is at some posh restaurant isn't it?" Louis asked. "Yes sir. I've already scanned their menu and sent you a text of what you can't eat from there," she replied. "I wasn't going to eat anywhere near him anyway but thank you for doing that," Louis spoke, closing a file. "Oh um alright. The car will be taken out in ten minutes," she informed before quickly leaving. The rumours were true, her boss really did hate the crown prince. 

Hiii my loves!! I know I already have 3 other ongoing books but this prompt was too nice not o take up. This book will have VERY infrequent updates so bear with me for this one. I love you all xx