Privileged Murder

Twenty One

< Louis' POV >

The car pulled up outside the hotel and a number of flashes appeared on the street and I knew it was going to be a challenge getting into the front entrance. Our driver turned round to me "Security is already located inside Sir, you obviously know where you should be staying and would you like the car for later in the evening?"

"No thank you. We'll walk it"

"Sure thing Sir" I looked back down at Harry and even though he looked absolutely gorgeous sleeping we really did need to get in and booked in

I shook him slowly awake "Harry darling?"

He hummed as he slowly returned to consienceness "Lou. What?"

"We're at the hotel darling" He shuffled around and mumbled a 'oh' as he covered his eyes when he looked at the flashes taking place outside the window "Sorry about that. A few celebs around at this time of night"

"Um" He didn't really know what to say but just stared out of the window

"Let's go then" We stepped out of the car and a few flashes of cameras came our way but most of them were focused on someone which I knew very well, but also knew would probably cause Harry to have a heart attack "Jennifer!"

She turned away from the paparazzi "Louis! How are you?"

I hugged her tightly after giving her a kiss on each cheek - the paps clearly getting some good shots there - If I wasn't keeping Harry close to me they would probably try and spin a story out of it "Amazing. And you?"

"You know, same old, same old" She looked around as a limo pulled up "Well I better go. I'll call into your office the next time I'm back in London"

"Of course, have a good night" She winked at me as she got in the car

I led Harry into the entrance hall of the hotel and walked up to the reception, giving them my name and bank card. As the receptionist at the front desk turned away Harry pulled on the hem of my jacket and looked at me with wide eyes "Was that JLo?"

I snickered slighting before winking "Might've been"

Upon hearing him mutter 'fucking hell' I hurried the receptionist along whilst laughing and grabbed our bags from where they were placed next to us. I spoke to Harry but he clearly wasn't listening "Sorry what?"

"I said we need to get up to the suite, get changed and then I have plans for our evening okay?"

"Sounds good. But where are we going? Nothings open this time of night"

"I beg to differ but I'm still not telling you anything" He pouted but followed me as I walked towards the elevator, pushing the button and waiting for the doors to open before leading Harry inside and up to my suite that we would be staying in. The doors pinged open and we walked onto my floor "Right, bedroom is down here. Have you got a suit?"

"Something similar" I took that to mean he had something smart but not a matching suit and tie, that didn't bother me too much

"As long as it's smart" He hummed and headed towards the bedroom with his bag, I went into the separate bathroom to change seeing as I didn't want any distractions that could lead to anything else when we have somewhere to be.

I changed into a sort of sparkly suit - I suppose you could call it speckled - that I had been saving for something special, well more special than work and business trips really. Walking out into the main seating area I was confronted by Harry. He was wearing a black sheer shirt, similar to the one he wore on that night I cooked us dinner, with some leather trousers that made his arse look absolutely sinful