Some things change. | l.s.

9

When Harry came into the office the day after the elevator incident Louis wasn't there.

He just wanted to see if he was alright because he didn't catch him the day prior, Niall must've taken him home or whatever, so he just quickly wanted to check up on him, but his office was empty and dark.

Throughout the entire day he thought about their conversation before and he understood that Louis wanted him to leave him alone, but he couldn't accept it. He felt the need to prove to him that he changed and that Louis deserved not only an apology, but also a good life at work that wasn't dragged with fear whenever he left his private office. And that was what Harry wanted to work towards, he wanted to take his fear from him, but he had no idea how to do that.

When he came to work the day after he wasn't lucky either and sighed deeply when he trudged to the shared office where a few of his co-workers were already sitting, including Sheila who already seemed to be waiting for him.

"Good morning, Harry." She smiled.

"Hey, everything alright?" He asked, not bothering to put on a smile or to act as if he was in a good mood.

"Yes, sure. Well, not really. I couldn't sleep because I was wondering where Mr. Tomlinson is, you know?" She admitted unbothered and Harry shot her an expectant glance as he unpacked his bag.

"Are you aware that you're obsessed with him or do you actually think this is normal?" He asked bluntly.

"What do you mean?" Sheila asked with a frown and slightly offended.

"I mean the comment you dropped two days ago, then you always want to know where he is and what he does, now you couldn't sleep because you thought of him and you literally wrote Mrs. Sheila Tomlinson on a sticky note the other day." Harry said with a quirked eyebrow.

"What? No, I didn't!" Sheila gasped with deep red cheeks.

"I don't know any other person who works here with the same first name as you." Harry said knowingly.

"This is private, stop snooping through my stuff!" Sheila snapped.

"It was laying in the bin which we share and I saw it by accident." Harry said. "Nothing wrong having a crush or whatever that is, just make sure no one else finds out, some already think weirdly of how you talk about him."

"I d-don't have a crush!" Sheila contradicted embarrassed. "It's just...he's just...well...he's great in what he's doing and one day I want to achieve the same things he did, nothing wrong with that."

"Mhm, sure." Harry pursed his lips with a nod. "So he's just your 'professional superhero'. Got it." He grinned and turned to his work, not believing a single word coming from her.

"It's true! The note was just a joke and when I said to not lose hope I was joking as well. I wouldn't want to be with him anyway." Sheila said with a grimace.

"So you wouldn't want him to take you out for dinner? Getting flowers from him? Show everyone here in the office that you belong to him?" Harry wondered amused.

"N-no, o-of course not!" Sheila squeaked out.

"Okay, Sheila. Sure." Harry laughed.

At first he didn't care when Sheila dropped comments or babbled his ear off about Louis, but by now it didn't sit right with him since more and more of those occasions occured, especially since she admitted she wanted him to notice her, but never actually did anything about it until now.

Was he worried she would actually get through with it and Louis might noticed her and saw what a kind person she was unlike Harry and possibly liked her more in the end? He asked himself that question for a while now, but whenever he wondered if it could be jealousy he waved it off and pushed it to the back of his mind. He couldn't be jealous, otherwise he would also dislike that Louis was soon going marry Mallory, but his only problem about the upcoming wedding was that it was her because she was such a bitch towards him and Zayn, so it couldn't be jealousy, he just didn't like her anymore.