Men are shit

Sherlock & Watson

Tired and at the last minute, Louis packs his work bag, including the shirt that Harry brought over last night. His six alarm clocks this morning have already put him in an annoyed mood when all he wanted to do was sleep after he couldn't calm down last night. His thoughts revolved around all sorts of things, especially of course a lot about the mysterious L. Or about past conversations and moments that he analysed and even an imagined argument with that stupid pizza delivery guy who always looks at him so strangely. Louis already knows these problems falling asleep, but he usually manages them well with audio books to distract his brain, but even that didn't help last night.

So he runs yawning through the streets of London, catches his tube at the last moment and curses whoever invented work. The tube arrives at his station faster than he would have liked and he almost misses getting out with his eyes half closed.

As he pushes through the people and is about to freak out - because why is everyone walking so damn slow? - his phone vibrates and he quickly pulls it out.

Harry
Have a wonderful day Sherlock! Keep me up to date. And be careful, Oliver is in a very bad mood today. It's probably been too long since the last fuck with his affair 🙄

Louis feels so overstimulated and stressed by so many people around him that he doesn't feel able to answer Harry right now. He'll do it straight away in the office and can't wait to have some peace and quiet there. Annoyed, he pushes past people and then runs off and arrives at the office completely exhausted. Only ten minutes late, that's okay.

He quickly takes up the elevator, walks across the long hallway and randomly throws his bag and jacket onto the chair as he arrives in the office.

He still has almost two full hours until his boss comes and he has to use it to snoop. He briefly collects himself, tries to mentally throw off the stress in order to concentrate entirely on his new favourite activity - detective work.

He quickly takes the shirt out of his bag again, smells it for a long time and tries to memorise the scent. He throws it crumpled to a ball back into his bag, closes it and then sets off. His first destination, one floor below, is the human resources department. There are even two potential men there who fit the mould. At least if you go by the name. Luke and Landon. However, Luke is a straight married family man aged 54, but you never know. And then there's Landon, a trainee and if his boss is into twinks that could be the match.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star... god, Tomlinson, concentrate for once!

The elevator doors open and Louis decides to go to Luke first. Without knocking, he storms into his office and hops onto his desk.

"Louis, are you crazy?" Luke mumbles to himself and pushes him off the table with one arm.

Dramatically as he can be, Louis deliberately slides himself into the other man's lap and acts as if he has completely lost his balance. Luke is anything but sexy but a man has to do what a man has to do, even if it means quickly smelling Luke's shirt collar in the process. Nope, definitely not the man he's looking for.

"Oops, sorry Luke, I'm a bit clumsy today," Louis giggles, quickly sitting up with the other man's help.

"What do you even want here?"

"Could I have my last wage printout?" Louis asks as Luke nods and shoos him away with one hand.

"You could have called me for that. I'll send it to you by email. Now let me get back to work."

"My god, you are beaming with joy today. Do you even fart confetti when you're in such good mood?" Louis winks at him and quickly closes the door behind him while Luke shoots daggers at him with his eyes.