Until The Truth Is Exposed (Larry AU FPIBKS Sequel)

Chapter 14: For Him

"Yours?"

Louis repeats in his point of view, sarcastic tone included while the mans lip purse into a tight line, not really surprise.

"Harry. Get off your knees."

The boy pulls away his hand from the mans, and Harry nods his head slowly, looking down at the ground while he sets pressure on one leg first, standing.

He looks up again and he's been joined by a third party, a brunette woman standing behind Louis. He looks back to him, and is convinced he doesn't know she's here, seeing the way she disappears with other bystanders on the sidewalk.

Louis turns to see what has the Man's attention but he sees nothing, the woman having turned the block mere seconds before he noticed.

"Wha-"

"Is it because you know?"

Harry speaks monotonely now, fists clenched behind his back as he stares down at Louis. The boy turns back around and looks up at Styles, who's face turned from sweet and charming to an angrier, stern demeanor.

"Know what?"

"What I do for a living, Louis. The position I stand in now "

"No you haven't mentioned your employment to me ever since we started speaking.....but the man standing behind the bushes over there just gave me a pretty upsetting idea."

Louis floating finger mid air slowly retreats, the corner of the mans lips slightly curving up to smirk. The boy observes nervously at the man in black before looking back into Harry's eyes, shaking his head. He whispers,

"Why?"

A frown descends upon his face and the man doesn't reply, still clutching to himself behind his back.

"You were very successful, Harry. There was never a need for you to be part of it."

"That's not necessarily true. I wasn't exactly wealthy at the beginning of my career."

"But you were when I met you, didn't need to be a part of it then, and don't need to be a part of it now."

"I enjoy it."

Louis nose scrunched and Harry slightly chuckled, so silent it could be labeled mockful.

"Why are you telling me?"

"If you're considering applying the theory that I trust you, that's not quite correct. I was asking cause I thought, maybe, that was the reason you didn't want to be my partner a second time. Were afraid of the baggage being mine brought along."

"If you're implying I'm afraid of your little mafia rivals, I'm not."

"Oh of course not, totally not why your heart skips a beat every time I'm near. Because you know where ever I stand, danger is not so far behind."

"I'm not afraid, Harold. That's not the reason why I'm not dating you."

"Sure, whatever you say."

Harry turns towards his home, walking away from the boy as he approaches his door. There's a huge smile on his face because he knows what's about to occur, studying Louis quite enough his younger years to know what ticks him off and doesn't.

"Alright Styles. Saturday Night, The Griffin Entertainment. 11pm sharp, not one minute earlier, not one late."

Harry looks over his shoulder and grins, seeing from the corner of his eye the smaller man with his arms crossed against his chest.

"I was actually busy that night, but I'll see what I can do. But I'll pick you up on Friday, 7pm, for what I was really looking forward to this weekend. Thanks for the offer though."