The Painter | L.T [A.U]

Thirty-Five

~Harry~

"Mum, tell Ella I need her in my room. Please," I asked before finishing the bit of orange juice I had left in my glass.

"Alright. You need to get dressed. Don't be snoozing around in your pajamas." I smiled and rose from my seat.

I opened the drapes in my bedroom letting the sunlight in. There were light knocks on my door. I knew it was El, I just knew it. I knew the way she knocked, along with many other small things, such as her habits when being nervous, the way she walked, and when she cleans my room. She cleans it in a way that others don't. She always puts things and clean clothes the way I do, as if she had the look of my room memorized.

"What do you want, Mr.Styles?" El had never called me Mr.Styles. I insisted on her calling me Harry. I thanked her for making me sound professional, but I told her Harry is best. I chuckled, and she didn't even smile.

"Sorry, but I can't." I gently pulled her inside and closed the door.

"El.... I need to talk to you. I love you, okay? We can have something.... we already have something...." I kissed her neck.

She pushed me away. The look in her eyes were confused, yet angry.

"Stop it. You cannot just go around with Melissa and still say we are a thing. You've hurt me enough, alright? I'm sorry but I can't deal with any of this." She turned her back and whispered something I couldn't quite understand, however I knew it was probably something not so happy.

The next morning, it was a busy morning. I spent all morning up looking for a job, a good one that would pay extremely well. My dad started to give me shit about it, and told me to "make your own fucking business." So I thought, why not?

I am fully capable of making my own business- company to be exact. So I began to look for a building, and a plan. I needed to find employees.

I found a building which my dad wanted to pay for, as he was proud of me. I didn't find it right away, it took me about a week. I made sure I was the one to get it. There were many others who were looking to buy it. I offered three times the price, nearly seven million in total. It was good for a six story building, even though it had been used and needed work. I could handle it. Three weeks later the papers were signed and all, and it was mine.

I began to look for employees. I put any advertisement I could, with my own money, and got ten employees in two weeks.

I needed my cars to be the best. Huge. I could be the next Howard Hughes! Of course with the exception of OCD and making my own films.

I would do whatever it took to get to the top.

~Louis~

The last few weeks has been quite hard. I love watching and caring for my family, but I also have to work to keep us going.

I had gotten home early from my night shift since an accident had happened to the manager. He was in the hospital.

Anyways, I checked the mail and there was nothing but bills, and I set them down in the kitchen. Also, I looked around for leftovers, or anything I could eat. Everyone was still asleep.

I came across an envelope and it was from the bank. I looked into it. It was an eviction warning. We missed 6 mortgage payments which were not expensive due to the condition the house was in.

It made me worry. I was suddenly stressed and I could not sleep, and my hunger went away. I took a shower and afterwards I just sat in the living room.

Our home soon would be gone for us. Soon. Two weeks to be exact. It was killing me. Everything just got worse! We can't catch up with the money. It's too much and I can't do it at the rate I'm already being paid.