The CEO // l.s

Chapter 5

The sun shone through the sheer curtains. The air around them was warm; Harry turned on the heater at 2, not to wake Louis up from his slumber. "Good morning baby boy."

"Morning daddy." Louis answered him. His eyes flutter, showing off his long eyelashes. His messy after-sleep hair framed his amazing face and his sharp jawline; Harry was blessed being able to wake up next to a guy like him. "Wait, are we in a relationship now? I mean I just called you daddy." Louis looked up the face right in front of him.

"Louis, we just met for a day. We can't have a relationship in just one meet up, even if we are already sleeping in each other's beds." Harry answered. Harry shrugged, his face turned red and tears went down his cheeks.

"Harry, no don't cry. You did nothing wrong," Louis panicked a bit as he didn't know how to react. So he took some tissues from the nightstand and wiped Harry's tears away.

Harry smiled and touched Louis' hands; rubbing them on his face. "It's that, we just don't know each other that much. I really want to be somebody to you," Harry frowned. His mouth formed a pout and his curls messily covering a part of his face. Louis' fingers moved the hair away from Harry's face.

"Well, we can fix that." Louis took Harry's hands and pulled him to the tiny couch near the window. "Now, I'm going to make some tea. Want anything, Haz?" Louis asked as he swiftly moved to the counter filled with overpriced convenient store snacks, free tea bags and instant coffee.

"Chamomile tea sounds nice."

"Sure thing, Haz," Louis answered back. Louis' face was decorated with a shining smile. After he was done with the tea business, he skipped back to the couch with 2 teacups in hand and gently placed Harry's chamomile tea on the coffee table. "So, since you said you wanted to know more about me, you can ask me anything."

Harry looked down to his feet, "I want to know your hobbies. What do you like to do?"

"Well, I like to go clubbing. It's weird I know, because I'm shy and shit. But when I get drunk, I kind of become this party animal that loves to just kill it on the dance floor. I love to sing, apparently but I can't sing that well. The people that actually like my singing are Liam and my family. Never shown my singing skills to anyone except them." Louis shrugged.

"I would love to hear you sing, if you'd like to show it to me."

"I think, we better save that for a later time," Louis smiled to him. "What I want to know about you is what do you like to do in your free time? What do you do for fun?"

"Umm, I like to sing as well. But yeah, I don't actually know if I sound good."

"I bet you sound amazing, your voice is raspy and sweet. Who wouldn't fall in love with your voice?" Harry smiled. Louis gave him a quick peck on the lips, and continued their conversation. They chatted for 3 whole hours. They got to know each other's interest, what they do, what they like to eat, all those couple-y kind of stuff.

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It was 11AM and the hotel room phone rang. "Hello? Harry here."

"It's Bond, James Bond." A familiar voice came onto the line, sounding chirpy as ever.

"Niall, we know it's you." Harry rolled his eyes; that Irishman has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Hope he actually felt better, since he was so drunk last night.

"Jeez, don't ruin my spy dreams Harold. You have no rights to do that," Niall exclaimed. His voice sounded mad.

"What is it you are going to tell me, Nialler?" Harry asked.