Back Together

chapter 1

Louis woke up to the sound of his phone ringing obnoxiously in his ear, and a dull throbbing in the back of his head.

He rolled over, groaning, and reached out blindly for his phone.

Once retrieving it, he cracked an eye open to see who was calling at such an absurd time in the morning.

Given it was almost midday, louis liked to sleep as long as possible.

It was management.

He answered, slowly muttering out a greeting in his best 'you didn't just wake me up' voice.

Louis rolled his eyes when he heard the painfully annoying drawl that was Simon cowell's voice.

"Louis, I need you to come into the office right now." He said slowly, as if louis was a child who had just smeared paint all over the walls.

Louis groaned inwardly, but sat up slightly in his bed.

"What are you calling me in for? Because if its stupid shit then there is no chance in hell im showing my face there." He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He heard Simon sigh quietly on the other end. "We will tell you when you get here, but if you don't turn up, I will come to your house and drag you there myself."

Louis sighed, noting that there was no chance he was getting out of this.

"Alright, ill be there in like half an hour. Don't miss me too much," he added cheekily, biting his lip awaiting a response. All he got on return was the beep of the phone signifying that Simon had hung up.

He groaned, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and easing himself up. He still had the dull throbbing of a headache, which he couldn't quite place where he had got it from.  

He slid a white shirt over his shoulders, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie which was undoubtedly Harry's.

He hadn't seen harry in 4 years, but he still kept every bit of him he could close to him.

He went into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth, sorting his hair out into something that didn't look like he had been dragged through a bush backwards.

Once he settled with a messy fringe, he grabbed his phone and keys off of his nightstand, slipping on a pair of vans and heading out of the front door.

He began the short walk to his management office, smiling slightly to the people he passed. He stopped quickly in a Costa to grab a drink since he hadn't had anything that morning, then proceeded his walk to the office.

He knew he was going to be late, so he just took his time walking, taking in the view of the city.

He wasn't one for sightseeing, but it was fascinating the things that you could see if you just looked about more.

As he turned the corner towards the office building, he stopped short. He peered at the car that he could have sworn had Liam's number plate, but he shook his head and frowned. Liam wouldn't be at louis' management office, would he?

He cautiously stepped forwards, steadying to a slow walk as he walked into the building. He smiled at the lady in the office, before plopping down on a seat in the waiting area. He closed his eyes for a second, leaning his head back taking a deep breath. What had he been called into the main office for this time? He hadn't exactly left the house in a month or so, so it wasn't something to do with the public. There was a slight tugging in his chest, worrying that somebody had ended his career, but he pushed the thought aside. Of course not.

When he opened his eyes, he did not expect to see the back of a curly headed lad that he knew all too well. Nor did he anticipate the look of pure resentment directed at louis as he turned around.

Louis shrunk under his gaze, Knowing he was wearing one of Harry's old jumpers, he wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously, as if to shield himself from the seething glare from the man he once loved.

He directed his eyes to the ground, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

He looked beautiful as always, hair styled perfectly but as if he had put no work into it at all. He looked the same as four years ago, slightly more matured, the only difference being the look or pure hatred on his face and the dark bags under his eyes.

Whenever louis had seen harry on a TV show, he had always flipped the channel. In the slight glimpse he got of the boy, he always looked cheerful and well rested. Now, standing in front of louis, he looked the complete opposite.

Harry walked slowly to the waiting area, tearing his eyes away from louis to find a seat. He glanced around, only to be met with the fact that the only seat left available was next to louis.

He begrudgingly stalked over to the chair, falling stiffly onto it. Louis shuffled away, scared harry was going to talk to him.

He did.

"So what brings you here then, louis?" He said venomously.

Louis frowned even deeper.

"Well I could ask you the same thing, because last time I checked you weren't with my management." Louis said quietly.

Harry scoffed. "Well, I was called in. Am I not welcome here?" He said, louder this time, causing a few people to glare at the pair.

"Sorry. Yeah, You're right. Sorry." He said, looking back at the floor.

Before harry could open his mouth, Simon marched into the lobby. "Harry and louis, get into the office please. Everybody's waiting for you." He said, before turning on his heel and stalking off.

Harry got up straight away and sped off towards the door, while louis did so slower, with his arms behind his back. Being in a meeting with harry could only mean bad things, and louis did wss not in the mood to be yelled at.

After all, you wouldn't want to be held in a meeting with your ex, would you?