After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 81*~

"By the time we both take a shower and lie back in bed it's almost four in the morning.
"I have to be up in an hour," I groan against his chest.
"You could sleep until seven thirty and still make it on time," he reminds me. Rushing my morning doesn't sound very appealing, but I do need the sleep. Thankfully, I took that nap, so I hopefully won't be dead on my feet during my first day of actually working at Vance.
"Mmm..." I mumble against his skin.
"I'll fix your alarm," he says and I drift off."
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"MY EYES ARE BURNING from lack of sleep as I try fix my hair. I line my watery eyes with brown eyeliner and put on my new blue suit. I consider putting on a little blush, but thanks to my night with Harry , my cheeks are still glowing. I slip into my new shoes and check myself out in the mirror. The suit is quite flattering, and I look better than I deserve. I glance over at Harry wrapped in the blanket on my tiny bed, his feet dangling off the edge, and I smile. I wait until the very last minute to wake him. I consider not waking him at all, but I am selfish and want to kiss him goodbye."

"I have to leave," I say and gently shake his shoulder.
"I love you," he mumbles and puckers his lips without opening his eyes. "Are you going to class?" I ask after I kiss him.
"Nope," he says and rolls back over.
I place another kiss on his shoulder and grab my jacket and phone. I want to crawl back in bed with him so badly. Maybe living with him wouldn't be so bad,we spend almost every night together anyway. I shake the thought from my head. It's a bad idea,it's too soon. Too soon."

"Still, I spend the entire drive imagining getting an apartment with Harry , picking out curtains and painting walls. By the time I hit the elevator at Vance, I've already picked out the shower curtain and bathmats, but when the elevator reaches the third floor a young man in a dark navy suit steps on and breaks my concentration.
"Hello," he says and reaches for the elevator buttons. Seeing that the button for the top floor has already been pushed, he leans back against the wall of the elevator.
"Are you new here?" he asks. He smells like soap, and his eyes are a crispy blue, which is a strange contrast to his dark hair."

"I'm just an intern," I tell him.
"Just an intern?" He laughs.
"I mean, I am an intern, not an actual employee," I correct myself nervously.
"I started as an intern a few years ago and was hired on full-time. Do you go to WCU?"
"Yeah, did you?"
"Yep, just graduated last year. Glad that's over with." He chuckles. "You'll like it here."
"Thanks, I already love it," I say as we step off the elevator.

"As I go to turn the corner, he says, "I never caught your name."
"Louis , Louis Tomlinson."
He smiles and with a small goodbye wave says, "I'm Ed. Nice to meet you, Louis ."
The same woman from yesterday is at the desk and this time introduces herself as Kimberly. She smiles, wishes me good luck, and gestures toward a table full of food and coffee. I smile and thank her, grabbing a sprinkled donut and a cup of coffee before I head back to my office. On my desk I find a thick pile of paper with a note from Mr. Vance telling me to begin my first manuscript and good luck. I love the freedom of this internship—I can't believe my luck. Digging into my donut, I pluck the note off the paper and get to work.

The manuscript is actually really good, and I can't seem to put it down. I'm only a third of the way in when the phone on my desk rings.
"Hello?" I say, then realize I have no clue how to answer my own office phone. Wanting to sound more grown-up, I add, "I mean, Louis Tomlinson's office." I bite my lip and hear a small laugh on the other end.
"Mr.Tomlinson, there is someone here to see you. Shall I send him in?" Kimberly asks.
"Louis . Call me Louis , please," I tell her. It seems disrespectful to have her call me Mr.Tomlinson, she is far more experienced and older than me.

"Louis," she says, and I can picture her friendly smile. "Should I send him in?" she asks again.
"Oh yeah. Wait... who is it?"
"I'm not sure... young guy... um... he has tattoos, lots of tattoos," she whispers and I laugh.
"Yeah, I will come out to get him," I tell her and hang up.