The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

5. Crystal clear

Harry's routine was the same for the couple of the following days: he went to Starbucks, ordered a mint tea (because that one was fairly good), ran to the small kitchen in Runway, poured the tea in his own tumbler, and prepared Louis' Yorkshire tea in the Starbucks cup.

He realized he couldn't do that every day, so an idea that might work occurred to him.

First, he looked up in the address book if Runway had any contact in Starbucks. The number or a woman named Eleanor Calder was on the list. Apparently, she was chief of the marketing department of UK Starbucks, so Harry guessed she'd do.

Harry waited for Liam to leave, before calling her.

"Aló?" She answered.

"Good morning, Miss Calder. I'm Harry Styles. I'm speaking on behalf of Louis Tomlinson, from Runway fashion magazine,"

"Oh, what a pleasant call. What can I do for you Mr. Styles?" She replied politely.

"Please, call me Harry," he smiled.

"Well then, you can call me Eleanor, Harry," he did notice she had a young voice.

"Thanks, dear. The reason I'm calling is that Louis requested Starbucks cups, you see? We will need, around, two hundred of them," Harry informed hoping that his voice sounded as confident as he needed.

"Oh, wow. Two hundred cups? With what purpose?"

"Well, I'm sure you are aware of the fact that Louis Tomlinson shares very little information about his future plans. I know not much more than you, now. But I can assure you, this request has no wrong intentions,"

She seemed to ponder a bit, "When does he needs them?"

"As soon as possible. If it was tomorrow it would be perfect, but I'm sure he can wait a day or two."

"Don't say more," Eleanor easily complied, "You'll have them tomorrow, then. I'll ship two hundred cups to the Cowell building myself,"

"Thank you so much," Harry smiled, "Take care,"

The cups did arrive the following day with a note from Eleanor, with fancy cursive writing, which sent Louis her regards. He was happy to find out that the package came with the respective lids and sleeves.

If it was Harry who used a Sharpie every day to write Louis' name across the cup with caring handwriting, no one had to know.

~

It was Saturday night. Harry was sprawled on the couch with his laptop on his chest while he checked Facebook. He had gone out for a run and hadn't bothered to change his clothes, he was lazy as that. Ed had the telly on with some vet show that Harry didn't like to watch for all of the gooey, bloody stuff they showed.

His phone rang, and Harry wasn't surprised to find out it was Louis,

"Nick Grimshaw's portfolio is ready. Go fetch it so I can take a look at it on Monday," was what Louis said when Harry picked up.

"Got it," Harry replied.

"That's all," Louis said back before hanging up.

Harry closed his lap and stood up, stretching his body, "I'm going out," he told Ed.

"Now?"

"Yeah. Just a quick errand. I'll go change,"

"Alright,"

He took a shower and used two of the four hair-products Lou had given him. When he got out, he used another one on his damp curls, and blew dried his hair; pushing it back only with his fingers, like Lou had taught him.