On A Whole New Level.
Louis woke up in a sour mood. It was much more than sour actually. It was bad. One of those moods where Louis prayed that no one would get in his way and save him from having to go to jail for unpremeditated murder. Not even this morning's gym session, which included a round of kick boxing had done anything to relieve his mood. He felt irritated and frustrated and annoyed with everything and everyone.
He made his way into the kitchen and found Leonard having a cup of tea with Mrs. Davis.
'Good morning Sir,' Leonard told him, picking up instantly on his boss' mood. 'I got your mail and newspapers.' Louis didn't reply. He just nodded at him and slid on a stool at the breakfast bar.
'Breakfast?' Mrs. Davis asked him noticing the scowl on his face and the deep furrowed lines between his eyebrows.
'Just coffee,' he said. Leonard and Mrs. Davis exchanged a knowing look. They had seen plenty of these moods and were accustomed to them by now. Leonard cleared his throat to get his attention.
'Sir there is an issue I need to speak to you about,' Leonard told him, treading carefully. He really didn't want to lose his job or end up decapitated. Louis kept going through his mail.
'Can't it wait?' he snapped at him. Leonard took a deep breath.
'I am afraid it cannot Sir. It's regarding this,' Leonard told him as he handed him a copy of The Sun which Louis snatched from his hands. He looked at the front of the newspaper and his eyes went wide and his frustration and annoyance sky rocketed.
'What the fuck?' he yelled as the looked at the bold headlines staring him in the face as if mocking him. "Multi Billionare Louis Tomlinson on a romantic night stroll with mystery brunette." It was above a grainy picture of him and Harry last night walking hand in hand by the Tower Bridge. The full story was splashed on Page 8 where it said how the most elusive bachelor Louis Tomlinson had found love with the mystery brunette as they took a midnight stroll by the Tower Bridge where they exchanged a passionate kiss. There were more pictures of them, even one of them kissing! Louis slammed down the newspaper hard making Leonard and Mrs. Davis jump.
'Fucking Dan Wootan!' he bellowed. 'He has fucking paps everywhere the fucking troll! Making a fucking story where there isn't one. I'll sue his motherfucking ass. Leonard, call my God damn lawyer. NOW! And my fucking PR. I need them to issue a fucking statement denying this shit. Motherfucking cunt! I'll show this asshole what happens when he messes with me!' Louis got up off the stool and thundered towards his room hoping that a hot shower would ease the tension inside of him.
He got to his room feeling like a volcano ready to erupt and destroy everything in his wake. He paced the length of his room and back again. This was wrong! He shouldn't have been papped! His private life was his own and what he did shouldn't be of anyone's concern. Suddenly he stopped short of what he was doing. Harry! They were going to get attention on Harry and drag him through the dirt. If they found out who he was, the media would hound him. People who didn't know Harry wouldn't recognize him but those who knew him would clearly see that it was him even though his face didn't show in the pictures. Louis didn't want a spotlight on Harry. He had his studies and his future to look forward to and he didn't need this kind of exposure especially not from Dan Dickhead who lied and printed shit in The Sun. Who the fuck made him a journalist anyway? He would find out and sue their fucking ass too!
