Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

*22*

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~Two weeks later~

*Niall's POV*

I walked over to Zayn's table. It was five in the evening, and I was at the office, doing my work.

Zayn sat scheduling appointments for Louis. I said, "Hey Zaynie-waynie."

"Yo, what is it?" He said, without looking up.

"Harry's coming back tomorrow." I said and Zayn smiled, "Yes! Finally, I have someone's company to handle you." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Really funny."

"You must be sad, though. No more one-night stands." He said and my eyes grew wide, "Zayn, what the fuck?" "It's truth, isn't it Niall? I see fresh love bites on your neck every day." He said and I didn't know how to convince him that it wasn't true.

"Shut up! I would never do such a thing." I said. "Why? Are you like a church-boy or something?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, "I think I'll just go tell Louis that his partner will be back tomorrow."

"Alright, bad boy." He said, chuckling and I flipped him off while saying, "And you should control your dirty mind before my niece or nephew comes into this world."

"From when did you become my baby's uncle?"

"I was born for being your baby's uncle. That was decided even before you and Gigi met each other." And before he could say anything, I starting walking towards Louis' cabin in a hurry.

I didn't bother to knock, and just walked in. He sat there on his dusty table, which hadn't been cleaned in God knows how long, attending a webinar. If Peter Collins accepted our games, it would be like an icing on the cake, because my birthday was in two days.

I waited there for a few minutes, until Louis was done. Once he was done, he shut the laptop and said, "Yes, Niall?" "Hey, just came to inform you that Harry will be back tomorrow. I just received a call from Gemma." I told him; I was still angry with him.

I saw the way his eyes lit up, but chose to ignore it. His stressed out face broke into a smile and said, "Harry's coming? Oh my. That's-that's awesome, because Peter just accepted our games."

My turn to smile! "Really? He did?" I asked and he nodded, still smiling like an idiot. I reached forward to hug him, forgetting the anger for a while. He hugged me back and said, "We should have a party. A big party, equivalent to four small ones."

I pulled back and wiggled my eyebrows. He said, "One, your birthday. Two, the games. Three, Zayn and Gigi's baby, and four, Harry's coming back!" I didn't miss the way he exclaimed during the last part, but again ignored it. I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah. Right."

He then walked back to his table and said, "Niall, could you get me a coffee? I have a final call in fifteen, then we'll be done for the day. Peter and I have to decide a few terms."

I nodded and left the cabin.

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*Louis' POV*

I sat ready in my shiny black suit, hair in a fringe and my desk clean. I was earlier than the earliest today, wanting to be the first to meet Harry in the office.

I sent my mum a text that I wouldn't be able to talk to her that morning, because I was a bit busy. I didn't know why the thought of Harry excited me beyond extent. It never had before, but now it did.

Weird things.

The door swung open half-an-hour later and someone stumbled in.

Harry in his weird bedsheet-like grey and white floral suit; his choice of suits was so weird. With cufflinks done like always, hair undone like always, he stumbled into the cabin in his never-ending doe-like legs. The backpack was on his shoulder, one hand on the door handle and other in his hair.