Sugar and Spice

Chapter 2

TW: foul language

LOUIS' POV
Eleanor's hand felt traitorous in mine, like a knife going straight through my heart. We walked together from my car to my office, her sweaty hand gripped onto mine. As we got closer to the door, I remembered what Simon said she had to do, and was dreading it already. 

We stopped at the front, and I watched as she moved her head closer to me, slamming her lips upon mine. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss, a goodbye before the "rich boyfriend" left the "perfect girlfriend" for work. Eleanor must have not gotten that memo, though. She tried to slide her tongue in my mouth, but I was able to retract myself from her body before she could. 

I tried to play it off for the press, but the disgusted look on my face had probably already been captured. Luckily Harry was standing right behind us, face displaying an emotion I couldn't quite place. All I knew was he looked like he was ready to kill. 

I directed my look of disgust toward him in hopes the press would catch it, "Wow, somebody needs a happy meal." I commented before opening the door to my office, which was conveniently located right next to the Styles Incorporation. 

"Hey Amanda." I greeted to the receptionist, stopping at her desk. 

"Hey Lou, I saw you and El." She replied, her face sympathetic. She was one of the only ones in the office who knew I was gay, and that Eleanor wasn't really my girlfriend. 

"Oh, yeh, she forced herself onto me. Pushed her off, did I play it off well?"

"If you mean by glaring at Harry then yes. I'm sure the next headline will be Louis Tomlinson Glaring at his Enemy Harry Styles After Heated Make Out Session With Eleanor Calder." Amanda said, changing her tone of voice.  

I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully, "Did you see Harry today? He looked like he was going to kill somebody."

"Yeah, or maybe he didn't want to see you kissing another lady on his way in." She spoke. She had made up this crazy conspiracy that Harry was in love with me or some shit. I know, crazy, Harry hated me. Not as much as I hated him though. He had everything I wanted, an accepting management who wouldn't force girls onto me for their own sick pleasures. 

I scoffed, "Harry is not in love with me A, we were practically born to hate each other."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Lou." With that, she turned back to her laptop, and I walked toward the elevators. 

I pressed the up button and waited patiently for the door to glide open. Once it did, I stepped into the shiny box and pressed the button to the 28th floor, where my office was located. 

The floor numbers slowly creeped up until it hit the 23rd floor. The door slipped open to reveal one of my employees, Nick Grimshaw. He was one of the many people in the building who didn't know that I wasn't actually straight. Still, he loved to display his attraction to me every chance he could. 

I mentally sighed and plastered a smile onto my face, "Morning, Mr. Grimshaw," purposely saying his last name instead of his first. 

"Lou! So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?" He said in a flirtatious tone. 

One thing I forgot to mention, the pickup lines. 

"Nicholas, we work in the same office, you know what my job is." I said in an exasperated tone, watching the numbers go up. 

28, finally, my floor. "Get to work Mr. Grimshaw." I said, formally. 

HARRY'S POV
Eleanor shoving her tongue down Louis' throat was not what I expected or wanted to see while walking to work this morning. Louis told me he wasn't dating her. To top it all off, he glared at me before shoving past to get to his office. I remember getting a waft of his scent as he walked by, musky, yet sweet. Perfect. 

Opening the door to my office, I took in a deep breath and took in the view outside my windows. Tomlinson Enterprises' building was right next to mine, impetrating any view of the city I would have. Still, Louis' office was directly across from mine, and I was able to see into his windows when his shades were up. Not that I've ever looked. 

I set down my bag in its appropriate place and rolled out my yoga mat. Locking the door to my office, I stripped off my suit to reveal a pair of tight pink yoga shorts and a white tank top. I started every morning with 30 minutes of yoga and meditation to relieve the stress of my workdays. 

I pressed play on my Morning Sunshine playlist and started on my first pose. 

LOUIS' POV
I finished signing the stack of papers sat on the corner of my desk before taking a break to look out my window. Although it was just another building identical to mine, the way the light reflected off the glass windows was somewhat beautiful to me. However, as I looked out my window, I saw something that made me want to run to the bathroom pierce my eyes with water until they were clean. 

Harry Styles was doing yoga. 

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. 

Suddenly, Harry looked up, he must have seen the look I was giving him as he looked mortified. He scurried to his desk to grab something black. I was beyond confused as he pointed it at the window. Then, it hit me, it was a gun. 

HARRY'S POV
As I pointed the remote toward the window, the shades slowly rolled down. I can't believe I forgot to do it earlier. Louis just saw me doing yoga, how embarrassing! 

I noticed what I was wearing, "Oh no," I said, panicked. Louis must think I'm a freak!

LOUIS' POV

As the shades came to a complete close, I felt like a complete fool for thinking Harry was going to shoot me. Who would want to shoot such a beautiful face? Suddenly, my phone buzzed along my desk, notifying me of a meeting I had in a couple of hours. I skimmed over the detail until I came across a certain name, Harry Styles. Why was he going to be at this meeting? I called Simon, my manager to see what the hell was going on. 

"Hello, Louis?" Simon asked in an exasperated tone. 

"Why the hell is Harry going to be at the meeting today?"

"Relax, Louis. It's just about some new PR stunts." Simon said in a calm tone, but to Louis this was anything but good news. 

"What do you mean? I already have Eleanor."

Simon hung up the phone. 

"Bitch." I said to no one in particular.

Slamming my phone down on the table, I sighed and looked back out my window to see Harry's shades taunting me in the morning sun.