Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER TWENTYEIGHT: STYLES ROBE

Louis steps out of the shower feeling the rage coursing through his veins, a scowl etched onto his delicate features. He cannot believe the audacity of this dickhead. This is his haven away from reality, his solace in the storm of life, how dare he come in here and wreak havoc over what little control Louis has over his life? As far as Louis is aware the dickhead in question should be in Germany somewhere prancing around like a rainbow fairy and fulfilling every screaming girl's fantasy but instead, he is here delivering flowers, ruining Louis' life, and leaving stupid notes. This entire situation is bloody ridiculous, and Louis needs to get to the bottom of it before he loses the last fuck he has to give about this pretentious popstar.

Slipping on the robe and fluffy slippers Louis towels off his dripping wet hair glancing at the mirror in front of him. He gives himself a mental pep talk about how no matter what he will not sleep with Harry. He doesn't have confirmation that Mr. All the Love is Harry even though it wouldn't make sense for it to be anyone else. Noticing something on his back Louis looks into the mirror across the room which reflects his back into his mirror and low and behold he has his suspicions confirmed. Embroided boldly onto his robe is a bright green cursive 'Styles'. "Mother fucken dickhead popstar. I've had enough of this bullshit." Louis yells throwing his towel angrily on the floor. He storms over to the door ripping it nearly off its hinges and stomps his way down the hallway towards where he knows this idiot will be hiding.

Turning the corner to where the boss's office is Louis is grabbed harshly by the shoulders and shoved into a room. "Where do you think you're going, Louis?' Alyssa asks harshly. Louis turns to her shocked and confused. "I need a word with the boss, what's it to you?" Alyssa laughs while shaking her head, "You can't get close to the boss Louis, no one can. Wait why aren't you in street clothes?" Louis is so sick of everyone underestimating him. Stepping closer to her Louis sneers, "My shit was stolen, this was left in its place. I will be talking to the boss tonight. Watch and learn how it's done, Alyssa." Alyssa steps to the side, "Be my guest, Lou, I'll be watching to laugh at you when you get turned away just like the rest of us did." Louis chuckles to himself about how stupid this girl is being. He hopes that the boss is who he thinks it is just so he can watch her face when he walks into that office.

Approaching the security outside the boss's office Louis takes a steadying breath. He didn't ever think he would have to see this man again yet here he was at his place of work about to confront him. "Hey boys, can I speak to the boss please?" The two guards look at each other before crossing their arms and standing closer together blocking the door behind them. "No one speaks to the boss face to face. If you have something to say, write it down and we can pass it on. Now move along." Louis steps closer and lowers his voice to avoid Alyssa hearing him since he can feel her presence behind him. "Please lads, I'm desperate. I know him." The guards start laughing hysterically, "He knows him. That's what they all say." Fuck this, Louis thinks to himself. Spinning around Louis looks directly at Alyssa who is wide-eyed, one hand over her mouth and the other hand pointing a shaking finger at his robe. 

"Oh shit," Louis whispers. Well, that'll be club gossip before he even gets past the guards. "Hey Alyssa, can you do me solid and not mention this to anyone? I will explain later." Alyssa stands completely still other than shaking her head from side to side. "Cool, great. Thanks for nothing." Spinning back around Louis notices the guards are now both wide-eyed and staring openly at his robe. "I know I have a nice ass lads but can we stop staring, please. I need to see the boss now. so, either let me in or I'll scream." Louis demands. The guard who had just been laughing at him stutters, "Um, what did you say, um, say your name was, um, sir?" Louis pops his hip, tilts his head and rolls his eyes, "Well dickwad I didn't give you a name since you were too busy insulting me." The second guard looks Louis up and down once more before asking politely, "Sir, can we please have your name?" Louis just sighs at how long this is taking, glancing back he can see Alyssa now recording the exchange, "Louis." He states with as much confidence as he can. 

Before he even realises what is happening both guards stand up tall, lower their heads and step aside. Louis takes a cautious step closer to the door expecting one or both guards to tackle him to the ground. "Um, can I go in?" Louis questions. Guard one who now looks extremely pale mutters, "Yes sir, you may enter anytime." The guard opens the door for Louis to walk through before hastily shutting it behind him.

What the fuck just happened; Louis thinks. Before even looking away from the door Louis can smell him.

Mr All the Love is his popstar.