Falling In Love (L.S)

Epilogue

"I can't believe you would take this internship over mine." Harry rants as he continues to pace back and forth, in front of the bed. Louis sighs and leans back on the bed so he can rest on his elbows; he and Harry have been having this same argument for the past twenty minutes and he's getting bored with it.

"Like I said before, I want to prove that I can get an internship on my own. You aren't responsible for me at every turn." Louis replies back in a bored, yet tired, tone. Harry scrunches up his nose and keeps pacing. He feels insulted that Louis would choose some mediocre firm, which only has one location and ten employees, over Harry's own. Feels like a slap in the face.

"Please." Harry probably sounds as exacerbated as he feels. "You're fucking brilliant Lou. You've made Deans list all two years of your school." Harry starts to list. "You are president of SGA, you're on the Debate team, you do so much community service, and you're brilliant. Why wouldn't I want someone like you interning at my firm? You are gold." Harry throws his hands in the air and looks to Louis in bewilderment.

Louis bites on his bottom lip and pats the bed so Harry can sit down on it.

"No, I refuse to sit down while you're being unreasonable." Harry pouts and Louis casts him with a look.

"Hazza." Louis warns and the elder frowns harder but relents and sits down like he's been told.

"Look Harry." Louis starts and then he stops to run a hand over his face. "I don't want to live my life under your thumb." Louis winces at his own poor choice of wording and back tracks. "Not that there's anything wrong with that it's just—how can I know that I'm the best if I don't branch out?" He questions tentatively and Harry sighs and leans his head back, exposing his neck.

"I understand where you're coming from but that internship doesn't pay, and you'll be spending more money on the bus than anything else." Harry tries a different approach.

"Also that firm is so small that you won't get noticed with it written on your resume, unlike my firm. Malik and Styles is known widely and with us on your resume you'll be able to get that White House internship next summer easily." Harry tries and there's an immediate change in Louis' face.

Louis wants to be angry at Harry. Wants to shout at the man and argue that he has too big of a fucking ego, but then he deflates because he knows the man is right. The White House internship has been Louis' goal since freshman year—he wants it so bad he can practically taste it.

It's a craving that won't go away, and he needs it. He also knows that his resume showing that he's interning at Harry's firm will definitely help do the trick; he just hates that it has to be Harry's firm.

The same Harry who is paying for Louis' education, and his books. The same Harry whom Louis lives with, and it's Harry who pays all the bills. The same man who continuously opens doors for Louis without wanting a single thing in return.

It's a hard thing to grasp sometimes. Louis knows Harry does this because he's in love with Louis, but the boy still can't help but feel like it's too much—that he's not pulling his weight like he should.

"Hazza." Louis begins and then climbs in Harry's lap like he always does. "I love you more than anything in this world but I can't keep letting you fight my battles for me." Louis explains and Harry goes to wrap his arms around the boys' waist.

"Lulu, in this world it's not always about what you know but who you know." Harry is speaking a lot of sense. "Having connections is a good thing, especially considering you have the brains to back it up."

"I love helping you out because I know you'll be successful and it'll all pay off in the end. I believe in you." Louis tucks his head in Harry's neck so he won't cry. Even though he's twenty-one now, he's still a crier and it's fucking annoying.