Call It What You Want

Chapter 4

(Louis Pov)

I'm having dinner with Harry Styles tonight.

I'm not sure if this is a casual dinner or something else. We aren't really friends and the request is right after I came out to him so this is a little interesting. I walk into my room, seeing as Harry doesn't plan on leaving his until dinner I might as well take a quick shower. Fuck I'm tired.

I lay my suit out, walking into the bathroom that connected to my room in my boxers before I take them off and get in the shower. The water is warm and soothing, and feel good on my skin.

Harry.

The boy is a problem.

I remember whenever I first met Anne in the hospital, while the nurse was cutting Harry's hair off for their examinations. "He might seem independent or antisocial. That's just the way he is." Anne had said to me.

I think she either lied or had never properly talked to her son before. Harry is clingy and very talkative. He's like a lost puppy.

But it fits him I believe, the happiness when I see him, it's nice.

He's gorgeous. That was undeniable.

His eyes were breathtaking and he had the cutest curls atop his head. He was adorable.

But I'm a murder and he is a literal human teddy bear, he is the president's son and I'm just his bodyguard. It's not in the cards for us. Besides, he obviously denied liking me to Niall, like he said, he's straight. And even if he wasn't he wouldn't want me.

I finish taking a shower and turn off the water. That's when the aggressive knocking on my door starts.
I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and grab my gun walking to the door and throw it open with my gun in the air making Harry's mum jump. I almost shot the First Lady.

"Good god." She says, placing a hand on her chest in shock.

"Sorry Ma'am." I say hastily, lowering my gun.

"Tom, is Harry okay? He wasn't answering his door." She says. I tighten my grip on the towel on my waist and walk over to my laptop and look at the camera, finding Harry asleep on his bed.

"Yes ma'am. He's just asleep." I replied.

"Oh, thank you. Do you know if he has any plans for the evening?" She asks. Here we go.

"He planned on going out to eat." I responded.

"Excellent. I'll join him, can you schedule a place to eat?" She asks. My expression falters only momentarily.

"Of course." I sigh to the oblivious women who knew nothing of ruining our plans.

"Perfect, thank you Tom!" she smiled before walking away.

Suddenly Harry's door opened causing me to quickly begin close mine, seeing as I was only wearing a towel. How did he get out of bed so quickly?

"Hey! Tom, wait!"

I closed the door nonetheless.

I quickly tried to dry my hair the best I could, making it a quiff on my head as I button up my shirt and slide on my pants. I finally put on my glasses and then step outside to see Harry still standing there. "Yes?"

"You closed the door in my face."

"I'm aware."

"You're rude."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"I know."

"Anyways, I got us reservations for the Martha's Cafe tonight. It's a smaller place but I thought it looked cute." Harry grinned.