Uncovered {Larry Stylinson}-AU

F I V E

"Lou I have to love you leave you I am afraid. I cannot be late for this meeting." Liam said. I frowned. Had an hour and a half really gone that quickly? The whole time I wasn't speaking much. I couldn't really put any words together about how I was feeling. How that man... Has such a hold on me.

"Who's the meeting with?" I asked out of curiosity as I watched Liam shrug on his Herringbone jacket. He was doing up the buttons when he looked at me with a smirk.

"Look who's Mr Curiosity today."

I rolled my eyes, pushing my glasses up, before finishing off the cup of tea, that was sitting untouched in my hand. I was merely asking because it is another means of conversation meaning I can stall my meeting with the irritating... In someway delicious man that was waiting for me.

"To answer your question... Actually I can't because its classified." He murmured with a wink. I groaned softly, knowing he would never reveal anything work wise. He grabbed up his phone, dropping it in the chest pocket of his jacket. I looked up into his eyes as he smiled down at me.

"Do you want a lift?"

I bit my lip looking down. If I am still out it means Styles... Or Stephen more likely cannot find me. Or at least it would take a longer time.

"No thank you Li. I think I will have a wonder around."

"Alright Lou. Take care okay?"

I nodded smiling up at Liam as he winked, hands in his pockets as he wondered off out of the café and disappearing into the bustling street towards the car park. I fiddled with my cup, wondering what on this earth I was supposed to do? Liam was gone. I was alone sitting at a stupid metal table on a plastic chair. I sighed heavily, rubbing a hand through my hair. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths trying to slow my beating heart down. The rate had picked up once I'd realised how stupid I was being.

"Mr Tomlinson?"

I turned round at the strong London accent. I groaned loudly, as Stephen made his was towards me. Just when I thought I could escape even for a brief moment... Stephen finds me. I swallowed, pushing up my glasses. Just as I'd managed to slow my over excited heart down Stephen comes along and reminds me who I have to put up with.

"Hello." I murmured deadpan. Annoyance was kind of inevitable of you think about it. His lips curled up, his arms behind his back. I swallowed, finishing my tea before standing up.

"Are you ready Mr Tomlinson?"

I frowned. Will I ever be ready? It's crazy. I don't think I can handle this. Not with Styles running around... Oh my.

"As ready as I will ever be." I murmured softly, as I threw my cup away in the bin. I turned around and walked towards Stephen, my heart pounding. He smiled a... Rather strange looking smile if I am being honest. It looked very forced.

"Seems you are dressed for the occasion." He said happily. He gestured to my choice in clothing. The shorts I could justify but what human plays tennis in Toms and a plaid shirt? I have never seen the likes of Andy Murray play in loose waisted black shorts, Toms and a plaid shirt.

"I dressed for the weather of I am honest." I murmured feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He lifted his right hand as if to guide me away from the café. I walked with my head down. Sometimes I do wish I had long hair. It would make blushing less embarrassing. People never normally walk me around. People normally seer clear of me.

"Mr Styles is awaiting your arrival." He murmured. He opened the door to the massive black Land Rover I saw earlier. I climbed up into the back, sliding into the cream leather seat. It was rather comfortable if I am honest. I smiled slightly, rubbing a hand through my hair, as Stephen closed the door. I pulled on my seatbelt, looking around Styles' car. Four cup holders. Two phone docks. Personal radio. Stereo but what caught my eye was the two buttons on the side of the door.