Can you shut up for once

8. Breath touched their Lips

Louis PoV:

It was now two days after he bursted out of the factory but the thoughts about his father wouldn't leave his head. Louis watched his father's moves precisely even though it was hard for him, when he was at work.

Louis' doubts grew more and more, which only made him angrier and more pissed off. The only thing that could clear away all of his questions would be a small look into his father's office at home but since he was little, nobody was allowed in there.

It was about 3 p.m and no one was at home, his siblings where out with his mum and his father was at work. Now was his time to know the fucking truth. Louis stood in front of the dark wooden door, his heart pounded from his fingertips to his toes, even though he knew he was alone. He stared at the golden doorknob, slowly raising his hand.

After a small but deep breath, Louis entered the office, which furniture was made out of Mahagoni. Louis analysed the whole room to see where to start. He figured out, it was the best to start at the closet on the wall and work his way to the desk.
The wall was covered in compartments, which were filled with envelopes and papers. Louis looked through some of them but they all looked the some. Just random papers with random words and random digits. Just the typical impressive-but boring stuff his father works on.

After he finished with the closet, Louis worked his way through the desk as well but nothing seemed special.

He should feel so much better now everything Harry said was false but he didn't. He felt something was not right. His mind was just too much right now, his thoughts seemed to grow and grow.

Louis sat down, leaning back on the mahagoni desk.
Why would Harry say something like that about his father if it's not true?
What if there is still something about his father's job?
What did James mean?

All of these questions weren't going away and he didn't know why. He just proofed, that his father was clean. Louis sighed and breathed out in frustration, with that he banged his head at the underside of a drawer from the desk.
Normally it would just worsen his situation but it took him a few seconds to realize that something sounded strange. Something rose at the bump, which lead his attention from his mind back into real life.

He jumped up and looked at the drawer again. In comparison to all the other drawers, this one seemed a little but smaller. Louis cleaned the ground of it with fast motions and indeed at the bottom of it was a small leather loop which covered an extra area under it.
In it were other papers printed with rondom digits and names.
This can't be what it looks like, right? What is all of this?
Without thinking twice, Louis pulled out his smartphone and took a pic of every single piece of paper. He cleared everything up, closed the drawer and took a quick controlling look.
This got way deeper than he thought.

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Harry PoV:

Harry's motivation was like zero, he was clearly not in the mood for anything not even bullying Liam with Ni's help. All he did the last two days, was laying around and annoying Z by distracting him, while he did their bills and finances.
Exactly that was he right about to do, when he ran into Niall, who sprinted straight in the direction of his room. As Niall realized who he bumped into, his typical grin grew even wider. He grabbed both of Harry's shoulders and give them a good shake.

"Uhh, H, I think you have some visitor downstairs. Your lover boy is here."

"Louis is here?"