KITCHEN TABLE _ LARRY STYLINSON

Chapter 1

02.02.24

London. It is fair to say the young man didn't expect to be racing his overpriced car down the bustling streets of the capital of England on this fine Monday morning. Weaving through the streets wasn't easy due to the traffic and pathetic pedestrians that have a death wish as they cross the road.

Louis bit back the urge to scream for them to use the zebra crossing not even a few meters away as he tapped his fingers on the leather steering wheel of his Lamborghini. He pressed the gas pedal down to the floor as he sped off in the direction of one of the tallest buildings in sight.

He swiftly turned the steering wheel into full right lock as he drifted his car to the front of the building, sliding into a perfectly straight position next to the curb where a valet employee was waiting with her co-worker, dressed in dark red blazers and black trousers.

He immediately opened the car door himself with the click of a button and the door swung open appearing as a wing to his car. He stepped out adjusting his ray-bans and glided a hand through his soft hair. The man turned around and walked to the other side of his car, gently tossing his keys in the employees direction and thanked them.

Continuing in his direction, he walked up the short amount of steps to the unnecessarily colossal glass doors where two buff security guards stood either side letting him in without a word.

The 23 year old strutted inside the grand reception area glowing from the white light protruding off the chandeliers. The subtle clack sound of his dress shoes echoed with each step on the marble floor alerting everyone of his presence.

The man dressed in a slim fitting blue tux swiftly took off his sunglasses and placed them in the inside pocket of his blazer as he grinned charmingly at the receptionist who seemed to be in a trance of sorts.

"Louis Styles" he began, radiating confidence as he briskly signed his name, signature and arrival time of 8.09 on the guest forms "Here to see my husband" placing the fountain pen on the paper he turned to the lady who began to nod her head both out of her trance and in acknowledgement.

She scrambled around her desk and quickly placed a card in the young mans palm which he gladly took as she gathered herself before saying "Good morning Sir, would you like me to inform Mr Styles of your presence?" She asked with a slight tilt to her head making her ebony braids, which were tied in a neat pony tail, fall at an angle.

"No need. I think I'd like to surprise him." He contently replied watching the sweet girl nod in understanding as she said "Okay, lift is to your right, twenty-eighth floor feel free to let yourself in Mr Styles." She smiled professionally, her white teeth gleaming as she clasped her hands together on her dark wooden desk.

"Will do, thanks love." Louis nodded his head to the reception team and made his way to the lift where the girl gestured to.

"Oh my God he called me love!" Cherri-Anne whisper shouted to her collegue who was previously intently watching the gorgeous man that graced the building with his presence that morning.

"He calls everyone love, Cherri. He's from up North" The blonde giggled as she watched her friends blush die down. "I'm a lesbian Lilly, but that man-" The girl fanned herself with her hands as she watched said individual walk into the lift to her left.

Beep the brunette stepped into the center of the lift after he pressed the correct button and he listened to the somehow not annoying music play through the box. He turned his body so he was facing the window that provided a breath-taking view of the majestic city as he gradually went up floor by floor. The view was everything in comparison to Doncaster in the light of the looks and power it held with it's intimidatingly high buildings and elegant palaces. But, it didn't compare when it came to feeling like home which is only natural because he wasn't home.