KITCHEN TABLE _ LARRY STYLINSON

Chapter 14

17.04.24

L POV

At this specific moment in time, I was glaring at the clock on the wall which has become my enemy in the last week. It was currently twelve o'clock at night and I am up yet again for the third time. 

The longer I look at the clock the more frustrated and confused I get.

My husband is telling me he is going out for business meetings with his business mates. He is coming back home at un-godly hours in the morning and keeps everything very brief. 

Harry would never cheat so that's completely out of the question. What else? What kind of meeting does one go to looking all smart and coming back looking like a hot mess? I don't know but I'd love to attend.

There's an idea, I'll just ask to assist him. After all I am his main business partner, we share each other's businesses for the most part so why not? If this business meeting scenario comes up again, I'll simply ask to come with.

With a firm nod to myself I got up, turned the telly off and walked back to the bedroom with determination to not only get covered in the warmth of the bed sheets but to get this silly situation done with.

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Once again I am awoken and now I'm not even surprised when I look at my phone to see 04:12 I shook my head in disappointment. He has a business to run and sure taking a few days away is fine and it wouldn't affect the business as it's doing so well as it is. But, Harry isn't taking time of, he is working as normal and getting approximately 3-4 hours of sleep every night. He's making business decisions whilst being fatigued and that is dangerous. Lucky bastard has me to keep him on his toes. Like now.

He walked into the room and as usual goes straight to the dresser practically tip-toeing and he has now changed his blue suit for a sheer red top and skinny jeans. I nearly chuckled at the situation.

I quietly opened my draw, very thankful it's silent and carefully picked up a condom packet. I suppressed a giggle as I closed it and got into a position I could easily get back into to make out I'm asleep.

I unwrapped the condom, placing the wrapper under the bed and while he was pulling his jeans down I lobbed it at him and it wacked him on the back off his neck. I watched as he squealed and squirmed as it fell down the back of his shirt before I closed my eyes pulling the duvet over my lower part of my face to cover my smile.

"What the-" I felt Harry turn around to look at me and I stayed as still as possible and tried to breathe steady and slowly. I heard his footsteps and a crinkle sound. He must've put it in the bin.

I felt the bed dip and his body come close to mine. I laid limp as he turned me to face him.

I felt him stare at me for a few seconds before he spoke, my face was itching to smile but I kept steadily breathing.

"Louis did you throw a condom at me?" He asked calmly.

I was doing so well but couldn't stop myself from bursting out into laughter. He started chuckling a little and I was in hysterics. "The way you squealed was world class" I wiped my eyes as tears started to gather in them from laughing too much.

"I thought I was going crazy" He mumbled as he tucked himself into my neck. That invaded my thoughts for a second. I gasped and gently slapped his arm and he looked at me in shock. 

"You are crazy!" I said exasperatedly and he looked at me as if I had lost it.

"You are crazy for staying out so so late Harry, you have work in a few hours that's hardly a decent rest!" I explained and he looked at me in a way I can't pinpoint. "Is the meetings really that important?"