SOOOOO I've decided to make this an acutal story!!!! I hope everyone enjoys this. A LOT. An I really need feedback on this one. Please guys don't leave me hanging. ANYWAYS. Here it is, I hope you enjoy!!!
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"Son, I've already given you my reasons. Starting today each of you will get an additional 8 security guards that will attend you to every event, take you to school, and stand outside your bedrooms in case the air sirens go off. Is this understood?" The President took a moment to let his eyes flicker to every face sitting on the couch in front of him daring them to speak up against his authorities. When not a single peep was whispered he smiled briefly, turning towards his wife who stood supportive at his side. "There. All settled!" He exclaimed, his smiling widening proudly before he began walking towards the door his hand clasping his sons shoulder and giving it a strong pat. "I don't want to hear any more complaints from you. I'm just keeping the family safe Louis, it's for the best." He finished before quietly making his way out of the oval office, leaving Louis irritated and gripping the arm of the plushy couch. With a huff he stood, glancing about the large office, his eyes landing on the isolated desk near the glass windows, the Presidents emblem on a large flag stood next to the American flag reminding Louis of his position. For a moment he debated on wither grabbing a lighter and setting the annoying pieces of fabric on fire, which the young boy would of done if it weren't for the fact it would be bad for his appearance and his sisters happened to still be in the room. A soft growl escaped his mouth as a hand was placed on his shoulder once more, this time much more softer and almost carefully. "Mr. Tomlinson you have a dinner to attend in a few hours, I suggest you go to the cleaning room and prepare yourself." A strong deep voice spoke calmly in his ear. Louis felt his knuckles clench as his eyes came in contact with dark black sunglasses on the face of one the head security guards. "Don't touch me." Louis snapped, shoving his shoulder forward and knocking the guards contact off. "I think I can handle my time on my own, so don't bother." Louis finished, lifting his chin slightly and heading for the door waving his hand to his sisters whom obviously had no problem with the enhancement on the guards. He knew they enjoyed the attention it gave them, and after all they deserved to have so many guards. They were the princesses of America. Nothing could happen to them, and briefly Louis was almost pleased with them having so many people on their tails. "I promise to be back to give you girls a bed time story." He said softly, his features softening as the little twins gave a giggle and nodded with excitement running into the arms of his mother. Louis gave her a soft smile before walking through the door which had been opened for him as if he were the President himself. Instead of going to the cleaning room as suggested, he wandered himself down the halls, passing his bedroom and walking straight into the backs of the kitchens. This was a usual routine for Louis. The young muncher snapped his fingers at one of the chefs, probably some new girl and cleared his throat. "Can you make me a shake of some sort?" He asked not even bothering to add in a please. Just as the chef had finished his delicious dessert he heard several footsteps entering the large kitchen, and a groan poured from his mouth, his head sliding forward, his ears growing red from anger. "Can I not get one fucking second to just have my alone time?!" He barked, his back to whomever happened to be behind him. "Mr. Tomlinson." someone announced, and Louis gripped his shake turning in his stool to face a sudden mob of bodies in black suits, some with glasses, some without them. "Mmmm?" Louis said in response, not showing any interest as he took the bendy straw in his mouth and began taking gulps of the chocolate goodness, his eyes looking anywhere but the guards in front of him. "The new guards are out of training, would you like to be introduced?" said the man from the middle, a cord running from the inside of his collar to the back of his ear. Louis had seen this guard before, usually this man would take him to his athletic training sessions. A grin spread across Louis face as his attention was finally caught an he let out a chuckle finding that question humorous. "Do I want to be introduced?" He repeated with a snort, setting his empty glass on the counter. "I already think they know who I am. An if they don't, well I guess they'll learn pretty quickly since the little shits will be following my every footstep." Louis said with annoyance, his irritation dripping with every word. He could physically see a few of the guards stiffen at his words, and Louis smirked in approval, glad that he had scared some of them. "Thanks for the consideration though." Louis added as he pushed himself off the stool and brushed past the fancy Men in Black group, cringing as the guard from the middle jogged after him. As if moths attracted to a flame the other security guards fell in step after him, and Louis could feel his patience slipping with ever click of their in sync footsteps. He came to a stop outside his bedroom, his fingers grabbing the door handle harder then needed. "This is where you stop following me." He reminded the group behind him, turning to face them, gasping as one of the guards stood at an incredibly close distant, his nose reaching just about chest height of a skinny boy about 18 years of age. Louis blue eyes traveled up the guards chest until they reached a set of green, and quite beautiful, pair of eyes. They stared back, showing no emotion for a moment until they widened and he took a step back, his cheeks turning a soft shade of a pink obviously having not expected Louis to turn around so quickly. Louis swallowed, controlling his surprise and backing up against his door placing anger on his face. "Rule number one twats, keep a good distance from me when stalking. Got it?" He said loudly, his eyes glaring down the boy from early, hiding his excitement as the young boy turned his gaze to the floor, his curls trying to hide his diverting eyes. "An if you make a mistake, you should learn to apologize for it." He continued, crossing his arms as he leaned his slender body against the large doors behind him. "Want to say anything curly?" Louis asked with sweet sarcasm, his eyebrows lifting with expectancy as he studied the tall guards motions. The curly haired teen snapped his gaze up as Louis spoke and he could feel the words getting stuck in his mouth before his eyes narrowed at him. Harry had hated that nickname for as long as he could remember, and the way it rolled off Louis tongue made every nerve in his body pinch up in anger. How could all the other guards just stand here and allow someone this immature to ridicule them? In a matter of seconds Harry had gone from widely embarrassed to a very brave and slightly angered boy, his eyes piercing back with just the same amount of equal force Louis was giving. "Yeah I do." Harry spoke back, surprised that he had even said anything. It was clear that the guards usually didn't speak back to the venomous words of Louis Tomlinson because suddenly every pair of eyes were locked on his face, holding shock. Even Louis was quite surprised that someone had the nuts to speak back against him. "Is that so?" Louis questioned, letting out a breathy laugh and waving his hand in the air, motioning for him to step forward. "By all means, poodle, go ahead and say what's on your mind, ." He replied with a devious smirk aware that these name's were getting to the young boys core. Harry's lips formed a tight line as the name's continued and if not having the common sense to not land a punch to the Presidents sons face, he would have done it then and there. "I'm just doing my job, you can't expect me to apologize for doing something correctly." Harry retaliated, stepping forward to where he was closer to Louis, his head having to tilt down just to look him in the eyes. Louis rolled his eyes, turning back to face his bedroom door as Harry stepped forward. "Well then let's change that. You're fired." Louis simply stated twisting the handle and stepped through the open door. Harry felt a smile twitch on his lips, laughing softly under his breath as Louis attempted to fire him. "I was hired by your father, not you. So you don't have the authority to fire me from your fathers job." Harry pointed out teasingly, enjoying the fact he could openly be a bitch at the moment. Louis froze on the spot as the guards words settled into his brain and he turned abruptly to face the boy, quite annoyed by the pleased look on his young and beautifully sculpted face. It was at that exact moment when his eyes took a second to look over who was standing up to him, that he noticed just how handsome this young boy was. An unknown smile crept onto Louis face. "What's your name bushy?" Louis threw out, catching Harry by surprise. "Harry Styles." He answered flatly, his cocky smirk fading as he wondered why on earth Louis needed his name. "Well Harry, consider yourself bumped up to being my personal guard." Louis replied with a smug expression. An with that he slammed the door in their faces, turning to face his large room and laying himself on his bed, allowing the dirty and arousing thoughts that ran through his mind at the thought of all the things his new guard could do. It would be the first time Louis could use his secret toys in his 'office' given to him as a present. Harry remained still for a moment, staring at the front of the door with full on confusion. "W-what?" Harry said out loud softly, turning to face the other guards who were equally hit with confusion. "That's the softest he's ever closed the door" Said the guard from earlier, the wire in his ear suddenly letting out noises of voices. "Dinner party is in an hour and a half, have him ready and out 10 minutes before." The guard announced, taping at least 5 of the 8 guards standing outside Louis bedroom door. "Mr. President wants any available guards in the C wing, on the double." He finished. An just like that Harry was left standing by Louis door with 2 other guards, his brain mushed up into a confused puddle of mess.
