Polite//l.s

Ten

Louis

"Who was that boy?" Lottie asked while we were eating dinner. The girls had been here ever since about three o clock.

It's nine thirty now.

"His names Harry," I smiled. I don't know anything about him. He's just so.. Innocent.

"He's the Styles' boy!" My mother cut in. Of course she would know of the Styles' influence and money.

"How do you even know?" He doesn't act like a rich boy I don't think. He's just really nice.

"I asked who he was, never would have expected honestly." She continued to eat the takeout we had ordered, "He was so shy, would have thought he'd be full of himself; coming from a family like that,"

"He is absolutely the nicest person I've met," I agreed, "He does everything I ask, he always apologizes for little things," I set down my fork with a little smile, "It's endearing,"

Harry really was a little butterfly. He always wore expensive, button down shirts and always acts like such a gentle man.

"He seems nice," she picked up her fork and began eating again.

"He uses big words a lot," she glanced at me as I spoke, "It's confusing sometimes,"

"He was naked," phoebe giggled.

I smirked, I had been waiting for someone to say something.

I hadn't seen Harry before he left, but I can guess that he hadn't put clothes on before he left.

"Was he now?" I asked innocently, trying to keep my smile at bay.

My mother gave me a look, rolling her eyes and taking a drink from her glass.

"He was just in his underwear!" Daisy yelled with ridiculously wide eyes.

"That's not naked," Felicity rolled her eyes.

This time, my mother shot a look at her.

I laughed at their exchange, continuing to eat with a smile across my face.

"You should call him back over," Lottie winked.

"No." I pointed my silver ware at her, "I'm 99% sure he's gay,"

"Obviously," my mother mumbled from beside me, earning a glare for herself.

"So seriously, why don't you call him?" She asked, lifting her napkin to her face.

"He doesn't have a phone," it was ridiculous, but it was true. I've never met Harry's father, but from what I've heard he's a controlling bastard. He wants Harry to be so dependent on him to the point where he can't even go out on his own except certain occasions when he gets proper permission. He even controls how many calories he eats.

"He's bloody rich and he doesn't have a phone?"

"Nope, his father doesn't trust him,"

The subject faded away from Harry as fast as it had come into the conversation. My mother going into a tangent about an exciting vacation someone from her work was going on or went on.

Throughout the night topics were thrown round the table, who did this, the school play, my work, my mums work, the girl's football game coming up.

"Alright," I set my plate in the dishwasher, "I'm going to bed,"

My statement was met with a ring of complaints from the girls, "No," I laughed when they asked me to stay, "It's nearly midnight and I have to work tomorrow, so I will be sleeping. You guys can stay if you like, but if you don't, lock the door on your way out,"

I made way out of the kitchen to the front door. I grabbed Zayn's keys from where Harry had left them on the counter. Sending Zayn a quick text telling him where they were, I hung the keys from a little hook on the inside of the mailbox outside our door.

Zayn replied with a thank you as I walked back into the house.

"Goodnight girls," I blew them a kiss as I walked past the kitchen, where they all still sat.

"Goodnight Lewie!" They all called at different times, it sounded like a horrible A Capella group.

They had all packed up their things and we're putting on their shoes, so I assumed they were leaving. It made me a bit sad, but I'd see them in a few days.

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Fucking alarm clock.

I slapped my hand down on the annoying machine, only succeeding in knocking it off the table.

Fuck.

Alarm clock means work. And work means annoying rich people who think they're better than anyone else.

As I looked at the clock, I realized I had only slept for about two hours after my family had left.

Sighing, I rolled out of bed onto the floor to take a shower.

I wasn't that tired, considering I had a rather peaceful sleep earlier in the day; but regardless, no one likes waking up at midnight.

Luckily, tomorrow is my day off. Maybe I could get ahold of Harry and spend the whole day with him.

I smirked at the thought. The innocent boy was so interesting for some reason. Of course he was attractive, but it was something else too. Something more.

I only had time for a five-minute shower, but as soon as that was over I had to dry off and throw on my work uniform. I walked out the door moments later; yelling out goodbye to Zayn who was surely asleep by now.

I chuckled as he tiredly yelled something back. I could practically picture him rolling over tiredly and covering his head with a pillow.

I had to run my hands over my back pockets to make sure I had everything; phone, wallet, keys, random piece of paper.

Random piece of paper?

I pulled the small slip out, examining the thick material in the dim light of the hallway. It looked like it was from an old book, folded up and faded from being in my pocket.

This was in my pocket before I had put the pants on. Coincidentally, as I looked down at the jeans, I didn't recognize them as my own.

I stopped in the middle of the street, examining the material.

I do believe these are Harry's.

Unfolding the thick paper, I revealed quick scribble type writing; a neat structure I could expect from Harry, written was one line in thick ink:

9:30 A.M, Garden Spring Resort: arrangements for C.P. November 2nd.

And a smile grew on my face, because that's where I worked.

Sorry, it's a filler and I haven't updated in years and I suck sorry. Buuuuuut more Larry next.