High-End Fancy

Main Story: High-End Fancy

Please enjoy the main story! The "Forced Relationship" tag isn't between H and Lou so no worries ;)

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Louis couldn't believe he had to wait six rings before his best friend/ personal assistant/ sort of manager/ definitely his manager since he couldn't actually find someone who is willing to put up with his shit, Oli Wright to pick up.

"Where is my dressing room again? This place is massive." Without so much as a greeting, Louis snarled into his phone.

It wasn't his fault that Oli had given him a rude awakening by pounding on his hotel room door at five in the morning. He was still suffering from jet lag since he had flown from London to Brazil for a collaboration between Adidas and Gucci.

He had been tempted to turn down the request, but since he was signed under a full-time contract, he couldn't say no to the collab.

Why did it have to be with Gucci, the most pretentious of brands? Maybe Louis was being a tad harsh, but come on, Oli had failed to bring a cup of Yorkshire to appease his rude awakening, thus the alpha was in a foul mood.

"On the third floor, sixth door down the hall, dressing room number nine and your name should be on the door." Oli rattled off, sounding unbothered.

"Where are you? Shouldn't you be here carrying my bags? They're heavy!" Louis complained as he shuffled down the hall, counting the doors silently as he dragged his duffel bag behind him. He let the rock like bag sink onto the carpet, gathering dust as he tugged it along.

"You know I never carry your bags, Lewis."

Louis snorted as he halted in front of the right door which indeed had a lopsided piece of paper with his name Louis Tomlinson printed on it.

"Be a good boy and I'll be there soon. 'M waiting for Krystle to get out of customs."

"Well, she was the one who wanted to fly to Amsterdam for an art exhibition, not me." Louis rolled his eyes.

He had given his stylist a last-minute impromptu vacation and this was what he was getting in return. Oh well, his habit of spoiling his small team couldn't be changed.

"She said she brought back some souvenirs." Oli mused as Louis jiggled the doorknob, kicking open the door and collapsing gratefully into the nearest couch.

"Better be worth it." Louis laughed, hanging up and tossing the phone onto the coffee table.

He slumped onto the couch, not even caring that his duffel bag was blocking the doorway where he had left it. He kicked off his Adidas slides so that he could prop his socked feet up onto the armrest and grabbed a throw pillow to cushion his head.

"Bed time for me, bed time for me." He sang, tired eyes already shuttering close.

Oli had said the shoot would commence at eight? Or was it eight thirty? It didn't matter since Louis knew Oli would wake him up on time. Louis chuckled before he turned on his side, tucking one hand under his cheek and went out like a light.

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Humming.

Louis' brows scrunched up as he buried his face harder into the throw pillow. It smelled stale and Louis wrinkled his nose in his sleep.

Someone was humming. It was a deep melodic hum that could count as easy on the ears, however to Louis' sleep induced mind, it was disturbing his peaceful sleep.

He groaned into the pillow, shivering when he realized someone must have turned down the cooler.

Humming. Right, the humming. It sounded oddly like a Shania Twain or was it a Stevie Wonder song... No, wait, Abba?