Some things change. | l.s.

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Harry was whistling to himself when he strolled along the hallway feeling well-rested and happy, all his worries about everything were washed away since their relationship was going amazingly well.

He noticed how Louis got more comfortable with each day which resulted in Harry seeing a side of him he never knew about before. He was incredibly funny, sarcastic and relaxed when he wasn't haunted by self doubts or had to worry about anything. He seemed so confident when he was happy, the easiness he was talking with and how he treated Harry as if it was natural was astonishing and Harry loved every second of it.

He loved how easy going everything was and that it felt like they were together since forever and not just for a few weeks- was it because they finally took the step on being intimate with each other or because they got used to their relationship. Either way he was incredibly happy.

"Harry?" Harry groaned quietly to himself, but stopped and forced a smile on his face as he turned to Sheila who was calling him from the office, sitting behind the desk Laura usually sat.

"Sheila, I was already wondering where you were this morning." He smiled falsely.

"Yeah, Laura wasn't feeling well and because I'm soon to take over her work entirely I'm stepping in." Sheila grinned. "Where were you about to go?" She wondered.

"How many offices are past yours down here?" Harry asked back leaning against the doorframe.

"Only Mr. Tomlinson's." Sheila frowned confused.

"Then I'm sure you'll figure out the answer." Harry said with raised eyebrows and spun around on his heel about to finally go and see his boyfriend.

"Harry, wait!" Sheila called and rushed after him grabbing his arm which Harry snatched away immediately.

"What?" He asked annoyed.

"Mr. Tomlinson is a really busy man." Sheila said.

Harry almost made a terrible mistake by letting slip what remark was on his mind which could've turned out fatal for everyone, but he bit his tongue just in time.

"I can imagine." He forced another smile on his face. "Nonetheless I have to discuss something with him, so if you'd excuse me now."

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in. You didn't announce yourself and he is busy right now." Sheila insisted.

"How would you know if I announced myself or not? And now leave me alone." Harry snapped slowly losing his patience.

He shook his head and stomped along the hallway ignoring Sheila who was gasping and rushing after him to stop him, but he didn't care.

When he reached the door he was careful to quietly open it in case Louis was in a call which he wasn't and looked up when he heard the door opening and immediately a smile grew on his face, a second later though, his eyebrows rose when Sheila appeared from behind Harry.

"I'm sorry Sir. I couldn't keep him from coming inside." She apologised. Louis' lip twitched amused when Harry rolled his eyes and mimicked her.

"It's fine, Sheila. Thank you." He smiled.

"Yes, thank you. Bye." Harry grinned sarcastically and pushed her out of the room followed by throwing the door shut before she could reply anything.

"What's going on?" Harry turned to Louis who had his elbows propped up on the surface of his desk, his hands folded together and an amused grin was plastered on his face.

"She's getting on my fucking nerves, acting as if you're untouchable for everyone but her. Fucking delusional bi-"

"Harry?" Louis interrupted Harry's angry rant with a quirked eyebrow who scowled at him.