Hate That I Love You

Chapter 26

Louis and Harry had been soaking in the jacuzzi for a while, with a glass of champagne in hand and the hot water that soothed them in a sublime way.

"Okay," Louis smiled. "It's your turn. Your first relationship went bad."

"Predictable, Tomlinson" he teased him. "His name was Nick Grimshaw. And it didn't end badly, but terribly."

"Grimshaw? The radio guy?" he asked.

"Yes, him," he nodded. "I lost my virginity to him at fifteen, I won't tell you the pain I felt."

"You're such a whore," he grinned, moving his foot in the water to be able to touch him. Harry and Louis, for reasons that are obscure to the latter, hadn't gotten too close in the end. The curly haired boy had been clear, they would have sex but he had started talking about their contract and some absurd things that Louis had seemed strange to him.

Indeed, he was strange. He was moody.

"I don't even have the strength to correct you," he complained. "But anyway, he ended up ditching me because I was too immature for him. Well, we were only five years apart, but he was a 20-year-old snob, so I knew he'd be bothered by me. But in the meantime, he took advantage of all the benefits of being with a Styles. "

"Do you know I remember that guy?" he said. "God, I think out of all your boys, he's one of the worst."

"What an exaggeration," Harry muttered. "There weren't very many!"

Louis wrinkled his nose. "Well, I think you've had a few too many," he said.

"You're the one to talk, when you are changing girlfriends every day," Harry laughed, splashing him with water.

"They aren't engaged!" he protested. "I'm sleeping then leaving, it's different!" he defended himself.

"Well then who are your boyfriends?" he asked, folding his arms.

"I've only had a couple. Hannah, a completely superficial girl in love with my money and not me that I left after a few months, I must have been sixteen," he shrugged. "And Aiden who dumped me because he said I wasn't into him, and various whores."

"Why didn't you have anyone besides them?" He asked.

Louis stared at him out of the corner of his eye. "I didn't find what I was looking for in others," he explained. "And then I've had a very nomadic life in the last few years, I don't know if you've noticed, but there wasn't much in London lately," he said wryly.

"Ah, that's right," Harry nodded. "And where have you been?" he asked.

"Anywhere," he replied, smiling. "My father sent me to all the companies he knew to do internships. I changed a lot of fields," he chuckled.

"To do what? Financial consultation?"

Louis laughed. "To make the last wheel of the wagon," he explained. "I made photocopies, I brought coffee, I served important people in all their whims, and there were many. I worked like never before, just to be able to learn something about the field. They let me attend their lectures, sometimes they explained to me important clauses of the contracts" he said. "But otherwise I was their little slave."

"And your father allowed you such a thing?" he asked in amazement. "Didn't you make fun of the Tomlinson's name like that?"

"No. Hard work is always an honour. Just because I was a slave doesn't mean it's a shame. My father says every job is to be respected and not degraded," he said. "Then, after years of wandering, I returned home, ready to take on my company, ready to carry it on with my head held high. More or less - as soon as my father gives me a say."