Daddy Gets High

Chapter 7

Harry

Arriving at Louis' hotel I definitely know the desk manager is keeping an eye out for me. He watches as I walk straight through to the elevators.

Just act like you belong.

He doesn't say anything and I mange to make it into the elevator without the confrontation I was worried about.

I put my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket as I wait to get to Louis' floor.

Coming straight from the club was interesting. Louis wasn't there tonight, but Mr. Payne was.

Zayn wouldn't go out to do his rounds of the floor. I had to cover for him and he snuck out the back to meet Jeremy for a client.

I told Mr. Payne that Dash left and he seemed to know what I meant by that.

He told me to tell Dash to call him. So they can work things out.

I don't think it's going to be worked out easily over a phone call.

But I'll forward the message anyways.

I knock on Louis' door and wait for him to answer.

It takes a moment but I soon hear the tumbling of something being knocked into the floor and a loud curse word being said.

I chuckle and pat my thighs with my hands.

He opens the door and he's in grey track pants with a red Adidas shirt on.

"Shit." He says , "I forgot you were coming."

"Should I... Come back?" I ask with a raised brow, looking past him to investigate what I can about that smell.

"No, no. Of course not. Come in." He turns around to walk back into the room, leaving the door open for me.

I walk in behind him and close the door.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, kind of scared of the answer.

"I just needed a little break. I'll put it away." He calls from the main part of the room.

I walk further until I see him. He's rummaging to put something away while simultaneously waving his hand in the air to clear the air.

That smell is already there.

"Drugs." I say with a nod of my head.

Going over to his desk I see at least six opened file documents. That is a lot of fricken reading.

"Hey don't look at those!" He says and is soon by my side, closing up the manila folders.

I raise my hands and walk away, "I saw nothing."

"Damn right you didn't." He chuckles.

I've never seen him so flustered. The Louis I know is settled, and sure of himself.

This Louis seems like he doesn't know up from down.

"You alright?" I take a seat on the bed, putting my hands back in my pockets and looking up to where he's looking frantically left and right.

"You're just unexpected that's all." He runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm not exactly CPS. It's me. Relax." I grin at the way the man is so bent out of shape.

He takes a deep breath, "You're right. You've probably some drugs before. What am I worried about?"

"Never." I say with a small smile, watching him pull out the desk chair and sit on it, facing me.