Just One Little Favour

Fourteen

A small hand shakes Louis. He's in a deep sleep, so his brain isn't really recollecting what the fuck is going on. He groans into his pillow, nuzzling his nose deeper into the fabric. 

"Meow," Joe whispers. "Is Mr Styles coming for a playdate today?" he ponders.

Louis with a fuzzy brain, just replies with a grunted, "yeah," then turns over in his sleep.

"Yay! Did you tell him?"

"No," Louis grumbles, stirring further out of sleep.

There's rumaging beside his head at his bedside table, a thump, then pitter patter of feet on carpet, before the door closes and silence rings after. Louis' brain shuts off again, putting him back into a deep sleep.

...

Harry is surprised when someone messages him. It's not even eight in the morning, and it's a Saturday, no one he knows wakes up this early. Well, besides his family, but they messaged yesterday checking in, so they wouldn't do it again this close together unless it was something urgent. 

He sips on his smoothie, sweat sheering his forehead after his spontaneous morning jog. He never really does a work out in the morning, never finds the time, but today he decided why not? and put on his gym wear, and started running. 

He grabs his phone from the kitchen counter, eyebrows narrowing at the id.

LouisT: Hi Mr Styles wen r u cuming over

Harry tucks his tongue in front of his back teeth, typing out a reply. He's pretty sure that someone as high and almightily powerful as Louis freaking Tomlinson, would not type like that, but he doesn't question it as of such. 

H: Hi Louis, when do you want me?

He waits a while. The next message makes him smile slightly.

LouisT: I kant reed wel I no my abc so I maken it up cum at 8

H: (Voice note:) "It's already gone 8"

LouisT: Wat tim is it

H: (Voice note:) "eight thirty four"

LouisT:  Cum at 9

H: Okay

He shakes his head. This is fucking ridiculous. He's quite literally just made plans with a child. But something in him urges him to go. He won't admit that he deliberately wants to see Louis again. So the guy is good looking, sue him, doesn't make him any less of an idiot.

He quickly takes a shower and gets dressed in some flared denim jeans and a white cotton shirt, keeping the first two buttons undone so his collarbones are on show. He grabs his wallet and car keys, climbing into the car and driving toward where Louis lives.

...

Louis wakes up with a yawn. He peels his eyes open and realises that the time is ten to nine. He doesn't think anything of it as he looks out the window, the sun beaming through happily, until his track of thoughts begin whirring, and the phone call he had with Leigh yesterday slams into the front of his mind.

He flails out of the bed, stubbing his toe against the bedside table. "Mother fucker!" he screeches, charging toward his walk-in wardrobe. He doesn't have time to shower, instead, he drowns himself in some Legend Spirit cologne and fishes out some grey striped trousers and a shirt. He finds a matching blazer, draping it across his shoulder, and charges down the stairs. 

He spots Joseph already up in his pyjamas, watching Spongebob on the big TV in the frontroom. There's spilt milk on the counter, and cheerios knocked over onto the floor. Joe gives him wide puppy eyes, bottom lip quivering.