➳ capo dei capi // l.s.

2.1

Somehow, Harry managed to persuade Louis into accepting him in his bedroom, so he wouldn't sleep alone in this unknown place, which slightly made him feel better. Though, he stayed alone for what felt like an eternity, his eyes scrutinizing the ceiling constantly as he waited for Louis to finish his work and join him. He couldn't sleep if he didn't feel him next to him. He despised the fact that he was so frail in his presence.

To his dismay, when he woke up, he was all alone in the gigantic bed that was made for two people especially. That pissed Harry off really much. But soon that anger morphed with sadness while the boy didn't dare to get the blanket off his face and get off the bed. He looked like a kicked puppy.

    A soft knock was heard on the door, which snapped Harry out of his trance that helped him drown in his thoughts. " Yes? " His voice trembled at the sound. He doesn't realize how long it has been since he's been tangled in this Mafia shit. All thanks to his father.

    " Are you awake, your majesty? " A thick Geordie accent wrapped around the tone addressed to him before the owner of the voice revealed herself. The timbre held a tone of sarcasm which caused Harry's blood to boil.

    He huffed, before throwing the blanket off himself and got out of the bed. " Who are you? " He inspected the British woman before him as he padded towards her.

    " No one important to you. Louis asked me to check up on you. " She padded his shoulder gently. " Come on, there's food waiting for you downstairs. " Why would he? Where is he?

    " Can't believe I'm not being served on a tray in bed. " He joked bitterly, deep down truly wishing that.

    " Tell me next time and we'll solve it out. " The woman rolled her eyes jokingly as he led him downstairs.

As he neared the enormous kitchen, voices emerged from the room, his ears concentrating in hopes he'll hear the one he desires.

" Come on, Leigh-Anne, you know you love me! " The Irish voice that lately became a soft spot for Harry could be heard as it was directed to a brunette woman that was sitting on a chair, minding her own business.

" Hey, shut it. " Another voice rose in the clearing, this one belonging to a white haired woman who supports her body on the counter.

Harry's eyes widened in the slightest at the sight of the beautiful women in front of him. That was before he felt a smack across his head from the one next to him. " Forget it. "

" Harry! " Niall jumped happily towards him, wrapping his pale arms around the boy.

" Hi, Niall. " He smiled softly as he took a seat at the table, his mind pushing him to ask what he wanted. " Where's Louis? "

" Italy. " He replied dismissively, not even the slightest bit impressed. " Anyways, let's go to a club this evening. "

" Did you do your chores? " The white haired woman asked, her tone giving away the fact that Niall hasn't done his chores.

" Yes, Bebe. You can check. " He rolled his eyes boredly.

" Uh, mommy. " Harry lets out in between munches which caused Bebe to grimace and roll her eyes.

" Gross. Can't understand why Louis keeps you around. " She murmured as she took her phone out, before storming out of the clearing.

" I guess you aren't going to school. " Niall talked to Harry, his sentence sounding more like a question.