~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis holds his breath as Harry studies the canvas on the wall, and he knows the instant Harry realizes it is himself he is viewing in the photo. Green eyes slam into him. “Lou.”
“Hazza.” Louis reaches up and gently touches the cut on Harry’s face. Rage fills him at the sight of the swollen, broken skin.
“What the fuck is going on?” Harry’s dad bellows, shattering the moment between them. “Why are you here?”
“I believe you have a meeting today,” Louis nonchalantly responds, eyes remaining on Harry.
“Not that it’s any of your concern, but yes,” Harry’s dad confirms. “Now leave before Mr. Tomlinson gets here. I don’t need him getting any ideas that we would associate with the likes of someone like you.”
Harry laughs, his eyes flashing in merriment. A big honking noise that projects from him unintentionally, and Louis can’t hold back the fond smile that overtakes his face at his boy’s glee.
“Son, control yourself! I don’t know why you invited Tommo, but it is very unprofessional. Get rid of him.” His eyes land on the key resting against Louis’ neck. “And have him unlock that goddamned lock around your neck.”
“That’s never going to happen,” Louis replies, voice quietly lethal.
Harry continues to laugh as he turns to face his father. “Let me introduce you.” Harry unhooks Rayne’s arm from his and smiles boldly at his dad. Louis reaches out his hand to take Harry’s, immediately entwining their fingers and pulling him by his side.
“We’ve met, Harry. Don’t play smart with me,” his father warns.
“Oh, but I don’t think you have. Dad, please meet Louis Tomlinson,” Harry says by way of introduction, mirth still shining from his eyes.
A soft knock interrupts whatever his dad had been about to say. “Excuse me, Mr. Tomlinson. Miss Gemma Styles is here.”
“Thank you, Tristan. Show her in, please,” Louis acknowledges.
Gemma walks in and immediately goes to Harry, hugging him before moving to stand at his side to face their father. “Hi, Dad.”
“What is the meaning of this nonsense? We have a meeting with Mr. Tomlinson of Markum. Quit playing these childish games,” Harry’s dad blusters as he becomes more rattled.
Harry rolls his eyes and hands the folder his dad had given him to Louis. “His proposal is inside.”
Louis accepts the folder and flips through the pages, his eyes returning to the first page, sure he had misread the document. Reconfirming what he knew he had seen, he slams the folder closed. “Please have a seat.” Louis motions to the couches.
Harry steps over to the nearest couch and sits down. Rayne follows and perches next to him as close as she can get, letting her hand rest on his thigh, precariously close to his crotch.
“You’d do well to remove your hand from him,” Louis idly comments, barely controlling his jealousy and anger at someone else touching Harry.
“I’ll do as I please.” She leers at Louis and drags her fingers up and over Harry’s stomach drifting visibly lower with her words. “Unless you’ve changed your mind. I’m still willing to have a threesome, or just you. I’d still be down for that, too.”
