Privileged Murder

Thirty Eight

This holiday would be our make-or-break moment without a doubt, I will try my best to be who I am and treat Louis as who he is. The man I love. The game is to watch how he reacts if he truly believes I am worth it. I still haven't spoken to him about the drugs or the drinking and I know that the longer I leave it, the worst it becomes and it will all come to a point. Which will not end well.

But I was determined to make this relationship work because we were worth it, Louis is worth it - so we must make do - the conversation will be painful, to say the least, and he will try and stray from the topic of conversation as much as humanely possible, but I will persist, those questions need to be answered and this conversation needing to be had.

With this and all my feelings in mind, I called him into the office "Can we have a talk please?"

"Does it have to be quite so formal and cold? We're both on our feet like privy councillors" He strode into the office and supported himself on the back of a chair

"Well, everything else has been cold recently..."

I thought I had whispered it enough that he wouldn't hear but he did, not so much so that he heard individual words "What was that?"

"Nothing. Don't worry" He muttered something under his breath before nodding and urging me to continue "What were you doing the other day when you were supposed to be at your suit fitting?"

"I told you, n-"

"- Yeah, yeah 'nothing important' I know" He scoffed "Well it's bloody important now. Valentino called me as I had made a payment of 30,000 pounds to cover anything you fancied getting. They called not only to return the money but to also ask if they had written the appointment time wrong, I covered for you and said that you fell unexpectedly ill. Please don't lie to me"

He huffed out a 'fine' and took a breath "I took a detour to the office to sort out a few files then went out for a drink with Mark"

"Ah, Mark" I scoffed "That explains it. What did you take?"

"Take?" He seemed shocked by the very notion that I would even ask "I took nothing"

I slammed my hand down onto the top of my desk, catching him off guard "Don't lie to me, Louis! I do this shit for a fucking career... What. Did. You. Take?"

"Coke" I stayed silent and waited for him to continue "And weed..."

Sighing loudly for dramatic effect, I ran my hands through my hair "Is that it? I want full fucking honesty right now"

"Yes, Harry. That's it" I mumbled something along the lines of 'that's good' before I was pulled into a bone-crushing embrace "I'm not an addict or anything... It just helps take the edge off sometimes, the stress you know"

"Of course I know" I whispered into the top of his head "Weed is understandable, getting high can sometimes really help but I will not sit back and let you take anything more, okay?"

"It's getting late" I pulled back to look at him "We should start thinking about food"

I chuckled lightly and sniffled away any tears that were threatening to fall, this situation taking an emotional toll on me "Yes, we should. I'm cooking"

He squeezed my hand in his "Let me help?" I smiled lightly and he followed me as I made my way out of the office and upstairs, bypassing the hallway to grab our luggage to take upstairs with us. I heard him chuckle behind me as we stepped into my bedroom "Big bed you got here Styles. Better not be bringing any strange men back here"

"Nope. You're the first" I smirked

It took him a while "Oi" He tackled me onto the bed "I am not weird"