Dirty Thoughts (l.s.)

Part 4

"Do you like it?" Harry chewed on his lip when the track ended and Kit was still silent behind him.

It was the worst part of doing art. You never get to the point of being totally sure that it's not something absolutely shitty. You can pour your soul out on the paper, spend many hours crafting it just like you feel is right and then still be hesitant about it. Maybe he should've stuck with math back at school. He misses the ability to be right or wrong. He was wrong most of the time but at least he was sure about it.

"It's decent," Kit said with monotone voice. His usual voice. "I'd change the second verse, but the course is good. You will finish it and sell it or go with it into a session?"

Harry shrugged not sure again. "I'll think about it."

Kit squeezed his shoulder going back to the couch. "We have a session tomorrow with this new girl-band, maybe they'd like it. Come around too, we'll see then."

Harry lit up at the news. "You think they'd like me there?"

It all seemed like a dream sometimes. He was working for the agency for less than a month and it was pretty monotone, a lot like Kit's voice. But sometimes he'd sit in some of the writing sessions, pitch in his ideas and get genuine approval from these people, who do that for a living for ten or twenty years. It's insane to think about. It'd only be cooler if he was the artist writing his own album. But he needed to keep reminding himself that it wouldn't get that cool. And he was okay with that. Old habits just die hard.

"Of course, kid," the man chuckled, gathering his things. "Free for lunch? We go out with some people from the fifth floor."

"Oh," Harry smiled at the invite. "Thanks, but I told Louis I'd meet him for lunch."

Kit smiled, rare occasion. "Tell him I said hi," he nodded.

It was weird to work for Louis' friend. Weird is an understatement. Harry was constantly reminded of the cheating nature of his place at this company, in this building, in any room, to be honest. He didn't like to cheat, was never good at it. He was good with lying only because he felt like he did it for a greater good, but cheating his way into this position seemed immoral, especially knowing first-hand how hard it is to get here on your own. To his surprise, a lot of people here were in the same boat as him. They got the job because they knew someone who knew someone and so on. Their connections just came from their work, while Harry's was literally sleeping in Louis' bed.

For obvious reason it wasn't the thing that bothered Harry in the first place. He was okay with people knowing how he got here. He was ashamed for dragging Louis' name into this. While Harry was used to it, he never wanted Louis to be roped into his dirt.

His thoughts were interrupted by a vibration of his phone.

From Lou: 'I hate my job.'

Harry snickered, glad that Kit was already out of the room.

'No, you don't'

'Why?'

'This meeting is a disaster.'

'Why are you able to text if it's so bad?'

'Zayny is screaming at our PR department at the moment.'

'hot'

'...'

'okay. maybe it is.'

'I'm still gonna be late for lunch'

'I can bring lunch to your office'

'can I?'

'If by that you mean me sucking you off...'