Polite//l.s

Eleven

"Harry?" Gemma's voice came from the other side of my door, she entered before I could open the door for her.

I gasped at her intrusion. "What?" She stopped when she saw my shocked expression, "Oh, right. Forgot you were that way," she walked out and closed the door behind her, "Mr. Styles, may I come in?" She spoke more politely than I would have expected from her. Ever since we had a 'sibling bonding' moment, she's been different with how she acts around me. She seems less restricted.

"What is it Siste- Gemma?" Even after a day I found myself making small infractions like that. I could see it hurt Gemma's feelings, and it made me feel like a truly horrible human being. I didn't mean to hurt her, I was just not used to referring to her using her name.

"Father asked for us to make reservations at the hotel today?" She sat down on my bed, "Grab your casual suit and let's go,"

"Casual?" I asked, it didn't seem likely that we would be going out in casual wear; especially considering Gemma was dressed in a sleek A-line dress with matching black heels.

"Okay, semi-formal. Per Father's request." She corrected, motioning me towards the walk-in where I assumed she wanted me to dress. My current attire of a Nuatica sweater and sleep pants were shameful, even in my room.

Once changed, and deemed appropriate by Sister, we left. It was well past eight by now, and we had to rush through breakfast in order to make the appointment we had set with the
hotel event planner.

Certainly, if we were late the planner would bend her schedule; especially considering the annual donations our family makes, but it would be flat out rude to postpone.

"This is a big step then, yeah?" Gemma decided to start conversation once we had stepped out of the car, giving quick instruction to the driver before leaving. "Father letting you set up for C.P?"

"I suppose," I responded after a moment. Setting up a Christmas party isn't really a very large promotion. Considering the fact that all I will be doing is conveying Father's preferences to the planner; all makes it less spectacular.

"It's November. You have all the time you need to fix any hitches," she laughed, going off into a story about her first C.P she planned. That must've been hard on her. She was all alone in the experience, at least now, I have her to help me.

"Conference with Mrs. Mea for Styles. 9:30," Gemma spoke to the desk agent as we approached. I respectfully kept my head down, letting Gemma take lead.

"Alright, let me call her," a familiar voice filled the air. I looked up to see Louis blue eyes boring into mine.

"Louis?" I blinked as he picked up the phone.

He only sent me a completely breathtaking smile before he began talking professionally to the woman on the other line; I assume it was Mrs. Mea.

"She'll be down in a moment to take you to a conference room," His eyes flicked to Gemma momentarily, before returning to me.

"This is the boy," I whispered to Gemma after I had caught her confused stare directed to Louis. I could practically hear her wondering why he was looking at me.

"Oh my god, hi!" She reached her hand out to him. "I'm Gemma, Harry's sister,"

"Oh god," Louis sighed in relief, "I thought she was your wife or something,"

"Oh no," I shook my head, "How are you?" I asked, deflecting the subject away from me.

"Tired as fuck," Louis ran a hand down his face slowly. I cringed slightly at his word choice. "I get off in half an hour though, so it's cool,"

"You just cursed in front of Harry," Gemma spoke quietly, as if she were thinking to herself, "Harry, do not ever say those type of words in front of Father," she gripped my shoulders.

"Of course not, I wouldn't dare speak them at all," I gently removed her hand.

"So you're to good?" Louis was smirking, leaning against the desk that separated us.

"For what?" I wanted to reach out, run my hands through his soft hair.

"To good for bad words!" He spoke the phrase childishly, and if anyone else had I would be slightly offended.

"Of course not," I smiled, only to be soon interrupted.

"Mr. And Ms. Styles," a woman called through the expensive lobby. "I'm Mrs. Mea, I'll be showing you around the hotel and planning your trip." Gemma shook her hand and I turned to Louis once more.

"I'll try to get Gemma to cover for me, maybe after you get off we could head back to yours?"

"Actually, the conference package your father has set up lasts two days, you and Gemma both have rooms for the night. I think I'll just head up to yours after my shift ends." He smiled, nodding his head for me to follow Gemma and Mrs. Mea.

"What's the plan?" Gemma fell back behind our guide, ignoring her talking to hear me. Apparently it was obvious that I had something going on.

"Actually, it's Father's plan," I spoke, watching here eyes widen, "He booked us each rooms for the night, so we'll be staying here and planning more tomorrow." It was a convenient, yet very inefficient plan.

We would plan for about an hour today, thirty minutes tomorrow, then the hotel would call Father and finalize the plans. Simple.

"Alright," she shook her head. "This gives me an excuse to spend money," she flicked her eyebrows up, "I'll need a new outfit for tomorrow," I laughed lightly at the wink she sent me; all I could do was attempt to suppress the sound enough so Mrs. New wouldn't hear it. It's rude to ignore people; as we were doing now, but it'd be worse if she knew we were ignoring her.

If given the opportunity, I would leave right now. It's been well over thirty minutes and the tour was only halfway through. I knew Louis was up in my room waiting on me; the thought made me restless.

If I were anyone else I would nudge Gemma, ask her to take care of this while I went up to my room, but this is my responsibility; and ditching that wouldn't be very polite.

Double update since I'm useless and boring