Sugar and Spice

Chapter 4

TW: foul language

LOUIS' POV
"Fuck," I muttered as I fixed my fringe in the bathroom mirror.

​Even though I wasn't particularly fond of Harry, I wouldn't wish Simon's wrath upon anyone. I thought back to a couple of nights ago when we were sitting in Liam's living room talking about our management. Most of my resentment towards Harry came from knowing he had the one thing I really wanted, but now, he was stripped of all the freedom he had.

​I splashed water on my face to clear my head, snapping me back to reality. I didn't hate Harry any less, but a part of me was sympathetic to what he was going through. I dried my hands and stepped out of the glossy bathroom and was presented with Harry's waiting figure.

​"What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.

​"I, uh- don't know where to um, go?" Harry said, his voice slight and small.

​Guilt flooded my body as I remembered how he must be feeling right now, and he was right, he had no idea where he was going.

​"Oh- yeh, yeh, of course. Er- follow me."

​We walked silently back to the elevator. We stepped in, the same blanket of silence hovering over us. After going down just one floor, the elevator stopped revealing a short, blond woman who I recognized as Sharon. She was practically the girl-version of Simon.

Still, I smiled, "Hey Sharon!" My enthusiasm sounded so fake, I cringed after saying it.

"Louis! I have missed you so much!" She gushed. "Remember when I came up with the genius idea of you having a beard instead of having to be single that one day in my office?"

Ah, yes. Worst. Fucking. Day. Of. My. Life.

"How could I forget? Best day of my life, really" I said, faking endearment.

The elevator dinged one more, "Well, this is me, bye Louis!"

​She stepped out of the elevator, and I exhaled deeply.

​"Bitch." I said blatantly.

​"Will, I uh- have to have a beard. Or will I just do um- PR stunts?" Harry asked.

​I sighed at his innocence to this world. "Let's hope it's just a PR stunt. And I'm not saying this because I like you now, because I don't. I just- I wouldn't wish this shit on anyone. Ever."
Harry nodded his head and the elevator landed on the ground floor. The door opened and I rushed out, with my phone held to my ear talking to Amanda.

"Louis! There is a crisis going on here!" She cried into the speaker.

"What is it? I'm on my way there now, do you need me to bring anything?" I asked as I picked up my pace and started running to my car.

"No, no, just hurry up! I don't know how much longer I can handle this!"

"I'm coming." I said and ended the phone call.

Putting the car in drive, I sped out of the parking garage and onto the road, where there was, luckily, not much traffic. I put my foot on the gas, watching my speed go up until I knew I was probably a little too much over the speed limit.

HARRY'S POV
I was still in shock when I arrived at my flat that afternoon. I decided to take the rest of the day off of work just to process it all. My freedom had just been ripped away from me from Simon as if I was just another toy in his game.

​My phone buzzed, signifying a new text message. I groaned and rolled over on my bed to see who it was from.

From Payno to You, Zaynikins, Nialler, and Lou-is: Hangout at mine tonight!
​From You to Payno, Zaynikins, Nialler, and Lou-is: 👍
From Nialler to You, Zaynikins, Payno, and Lou-is: 🌯🌯🌯🍺🍻🍺‼️