CIA || Larry

1- perfume

Harry parked the car as soon as he found a spot - they had been circling for twenty minutes, looking for a free spot - and both officers got out of the car, the black and blue suits they were wearing unbuttoned, so as to reveal the white shirts they wore. they had underneath.

In reality, Harry would wear a more colorful suit and perhaps with patterns, but the bosses didn't want that, they thought it wasn't 'professional' enough. When they told him, a few months ago, Harry would have started screaming if only Louis hadn't been there to stop him and calm him down.

In front of them was a huge old building. The two agents pushed the doors forward, going through them and entering. In front of them was a desk, a girl in her twenties sitting behind it. "Hello" Louis said to the girl once he approached "Agent Tomlinson and Agent Styles, CIA" they proceeded showing their badges.

The girl looked at both badges with wide eyes. "Oh, wow," she muttered, swallowing a glob of saliva. "Are you here for Mr. Fletch? I was told the case was closed."

"Yes, um... we'd just like to check a couple of things" Louis explained putting the booklet in his pocket.

"Do you have a permit?" Louis shook his head "then I'm sorry, but you can't enter his office. Orders from above, you'll have to excuse me"

"But we're from the CIA!" He looked like a child wanting attention and it was practically impossible for Harry not to smile at his expression, while the girl shrugged her shoulders as if to tell him that there was nothing she could do. So Louis sighed and looked around "Ok, can we talk to your boss then, please?"

"Yes, of course" the girl nodded "go ahead to the room at the end of the corridor, I'll immediately ask Mr. Donovan if he can talk to you" she said immediately after "Oh, and... not to be rude, but this place is full of cameras, if you ever tried to go to Mr. Fletch's office, we would know immediately."

"We wouldn't have done it, who do you think we are?" Louis exclaimed indignantly, before turning to Harry, and "that's exactly what I wanted to do" whispered to him.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded "yes, I thought so" he replied, then looking at the girl "Sarah, right?" The girl seemed a little taken aback, but Harry reassured her, pointing to the name tag on her chest, her name Sarah written in red. "Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?"

"How excuse me?"

"Yeah. excuse you?" echoed Louis, looking towards Harry, his eyebrows furrowed.

The curly one shrugged, a warm, friendly smile on his face, "I'm just curious."

"Well, um..." Sarah tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I have a girlfriend, actually, yeah."

"And what job does this girl do?"

Louis looked at him confused while Sarah took her time to answer "I don't know why you're so interested in this, but she-she works in a restaurant, she's a waitress"

Harry smiled again and nodded "thanks Sarah" he bowed his head a little "let's wait in the other room then"

Louis followed Harry to the room the girl had indicated. The curly one sat down in an armchair, so Louis sat in the same armchair, his arms crossed and an almost accusatory look on his face, as he looked at Harry "Weren't you gay once? And by once, I mean yesterday, since we literally had sex"

"Bisexual, and we decided not to talk anymore about the other night, or am I wrong?" He corrected him "this is already the second time you mention what we did, when you were the one who decided to pretend like nothing happened" he rolled his eyes "and before you start with your jealous outburst like you do every single time that I'm talking to a human being who speaks and breathes" he raised his hand in the air "I wasn't hitting on Sarah, it wasn't my intention, it was just pure curiosity"