Privileged Murder

Twenty Three

Monday, 20th December 5 pm

(massive jump I know, but stay with it)

< Louis' POV >

The last two and a half months with Harry since we became official have been absolute bliss, it's safe to say we definitely have not left the 'honeymoon period' of our relationship. It's perfect. He's perfect

Our weekend in Paris ended on a very romantic note, after our dinner in the restaurant of the hotel we headed straight back up to our floor and went to bed, curled up in each other's arms, our breaths synchronised, whispering sweet nothings.

The first few weeks following our little romantic getaway were not as enjoyable, for me at least, Harry was absolutely gorgeous to be around, to talk to, to laugh with and to ultimately fuck but it's been hell.

Despite the immense feelings between us, I couldn't ignore the elephant in every room - Niall. The number of times Harry has come over and I've had to shuffle Niall out of the house hours before he would usually leave, every time Harry goes to work I'm half expecting to get a call from Niall saying he's banged up. I'm sure there will come a day when I'm walking into the station to pick Niall up after he's been nicked for something or other, but the rate he goes, when he gets nicked he won't need picking up for a good few years.

I wasn't exactly lying to him, more withholding non-important information. Except it really wasn't, I knew it wasn't but I also knew it had gone way too far for me to come clean. It would ruin everything, I once lied about whether I brought milk or not and he looked like he was heartbroken. I think it's quite hard to sit your boyfriend down and say something along the lines of 'You know that guy you've dedicated basically your entire professional career to? Yeah, well he's my best mate. Fancy having sex?'

Despite my inner demons here we were, sat up in my office in my chair, Harry straddling me as I ran my fingers through his hair "I always said you should come up here at night"

He laughed a bit "It's five o'clock you dickhead"

"It's December. The sun will set in like fifteen minutes, chill" He just smiled down at me "Talking of timings, what are you doing this Friday evening?"

He thought for a moment "Raiding some warehouse, unfortunately" oh "I'm sorry if you had the idea of a big romantic Christmas dinner"

"No worries baby. Nothing planned, just ideas for a Friday night dinner" it wasn't but whatever "You going home for Christmas?"

"Fuck that" he threw his head back in laughter "I would spend the day with Gemma but Gem is going home so I'm not going anywhere near that house again"

"So... no plans?" Please say no, please say no

"Nope"

"Want some?" He looked at me with wide eyes "I mean it won't be a magical Christmas fairytale but they'll be a few presents here and there"

"You didn't have to get me anything, Lou!"

"Don't start Harry, I know for a fact you've brought me something as well" he blushed and failed to hide it "So... what do you say?"

"Sounds amazing Lou" I smiled and kissed him

I was spending Christmas with Harry. Fuck. Harry was coming for Christmas - it has to be perfect

There was a knocking on my office door which pulled us out of our kissing session "Come in"

Marcel opened the door and walked in, smiling at us both "Evening Harry"