It's Complicated

Chapter 15

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His mom and the kids were being suspicious. Whenever Harry walked in the same room as them, they would talk in hushed voices. Harry knew something was going on and he did not have a good feeling about it.

Instead of asking them directly, Harry chose to ignore it for now. His mom had finally stopped pestering him and she wasn't being rude to Louis anymore, so he counts that as a win.

"Oh papa there you are," Beckham said as he spots him in his office.

Harry doesn't bother to look up from his laptop. He was currently writing a new report and he needed it to be done by the afternoon. "What do you need love?"

"Well grandma is gonna take us to the movies. We just wanted to let you know."

"Alright that's fine. Just make sure to bring Mila's sweater it might get cold in the cinema."

"Okay, oh and grandma made reservations at that restaurant you like."

Harry stops typing and furrows his eyebrows. "The Ivy?"

"Yeah that's the one," Beckham confirms.

"That's kind of fancy isn't it?"

"Well you know grandma, she has expensive taste." Beckham chuckles nervously. "Anyway we'll all meet up there around 7 okay? Love you papa!"

Harry watches as his son quickly leaves his office and he can't help but feel a sense of dread in his stomach.

What the hell was his mother planning?

Harry slipped on his pea coat and tousled his hair until it looked up to his standards. The Ivy was one of those restaurants where they had to dress up, so he had on some black pants that flared at the bottom and a cream colored blouse with ruffles as the collar.

"Explain to me again why your mother picked The Ivy?" Louis's voice echoes through the empty house.

Harry turns around and his heart stops for just a second when he sees Louis. He was dressed in simple black dress pants and a navy button up with the top two buttons unbuttoned, showing off his chest tattoo.

"I have no idea." Harry clears his throat. "I guess she wanted to treat us after the shit she pulled at dinner the other night."

"I hate dressing up." Louis looks down at his clothes and then back up to him. "You look really good though. Is that top Gucci?"

"Like you even have to ask." Harry smirks. "But thank you. You clean up nice as well."

"Thanks, so you want to drive? My legs are sore from practice."

"Of course your majesty. I can't have the king driving himself when his legs are hurting him," Harry teases.

Louis slaps his arm and pushes him out the door. "Shut up, let's go you idiot."

They didn't say much on the drive there but it was a comforting silence. Harry missed moments like those where they didn't say nothing at all. Sometimes it was better to just be quiet.

When they arrived to the restaurant Harry sent a quick text to his mum saying that they're there but that was a half an hour ago and they still haven't responded.

"Damn it where are they?" Harry asks as he tries to call his mum again.

"Olivia and Beckham aren't answering their phones either. Do you think something happened?" Louis asks worriedly.

"I don't know. Come on let's go and-"

"Mr. Tomlinson and Mr. Styles?" One of the waitresses call them over. "We have your table ready for you."