KITCHEN TABLE _ LARRY STYLINSON

Chapter 21

Everything was going perfectly.

16.05.24

"Fucking Hell!" Louis yelled out in great annoyance as Zayn explained the situation to him for the 3rd time. He threaded his fingers through his freshly cut hair and groaned in frustration.

He removed his hands and placed them on the desk in front of him, his feathery hair now a little messy, as he tried to calm himself down.

"How can that possibly happen?" Louis asked calmly tapping his right index finger on the wooden desk.

"The guy put in the wrong stock numbers again" Zayn explained with a sigh. He had just given Louis his weekly report and it shown that there were too many staff on days when there were less stock passing through and visa versa on other days.

"I hate Jonathan" Louis mumbled to himself as he recalled the last time it happened.

"What are you gonna do?"

Louis huffed and stood up straight before pacing the room and repeatedly rubbing his neck in thought. Minutes went by of Zayn standing watching his best mate in amusement walking back and fourth between desks and mumbling gibberish to himself. After a while he suddenly came to halt and let out a hopeless sigh.

"I think we both know what I have to do"

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So here he was pressing his foot on the accelerator of his lamborghini racing past everyone in the fast lane of the dual carriageway. Keeping a sharp eye out for any potential undercover police cars or speed cameras he was only going 30 miles above the speed limit. He could go faster but he wasn't in the mood for racing too fast today.

He cut his travel time by a good 20 minutes thanks to all his illegal tactics and he arrived in the familiar streets of London which he hadn't been acquainted with for nearly 3 weeks. He tutted to himself having hoped he'd stay away from the capital of England for at least a month. But, here he was rapidly spinning his steering wheel single handily into full lock as he skillfully drifted into the entrance road of the 'Styles Co' Building.

The grumble of his engine died down to a simmer when he came to a neat stop directly in front of the steps to the building. He undone his seatbelt adjusting his ray bans on the bridge of his nose before closing his door. 

The two valet employees eyes were blown wide at the sudden entrance and greeted Louis with their hands held out to take his keys. He gave it to them saying a quick hello back before going up the marble steps and being let in instantly by the guards. He entered the building cinnamon filling his senses and he looked around, everything, everyone the same.

He strode over to the front desk, the two familiar girls looking up at him with happy expressions.
"Louis Styles" He said taking off his sunglasses fitting them in the pocket of his dark red blazer. "Here to see my husband" The girls were sat mouths agape as they nodded in confirmation and pointed to the lift.

"Thanks girls" He grinned before making his way to the lift and pressing the 28th button.

He started to feel butterflies flutter in his tummy out of nervousness and a bit of excitement. The floors were getting closer to 28 as he was going up and he adjusted his clothes and hair appropriately to look presentable and suddenly ding he was there.

The doors opened swiftly and he made his way to the glass door, knocking a couple times. He heard a 'come in' and he took a deep breath before opening the door.

Harry looked up and his eyes widened slightly he wasn't expecting him for another 20 or so minutes.