Guardian

Chapter 5

Louis is absolutely bored. He can't tell how long he's waited. He wonders how long the other 3 have waited before him. Well, none of them can tell because there's no clocks around and it asks them on a sign not to use their phones. Louis would've probably ignored that if there wasn't a huge camera pointed towards him. He just hopes whoever is the last person comes quick or they move on or whatever. He knows that's not very possible, he's seen how many people are there and he's also seen how many have walked out without knowing about... this, whatever this is.

A guy with blonde hair and a tan huffs for what seems the hundredth time. He must've been here for very long. Next to him is a guy who's bald and staring straight at the wall in front of him. He's been doing it for quite some time so he's either sleeping with his eyes open... or he's very very patient. The third guy is sitting far from the three of them. He has his eyes on Louis. He's wearing a suit.

Louis looks away. Angels aren't supposed to talk unless they been assigned to work together. He's sure the other knows too, but curiosity must have gotten a hold of him. It gets the best of Louis too sometimes.

The door opens and a girl walks in. Another angel...

This must be a big thing. But Louis' been misinformed. That or he's come to the wrong thing. Isn't this a bonus job? It's supposed to be small, isn't it? The new person comes and takes the spot that's left, between the other angel and him and the other two. It's hardly two minutes and the door to the side opens. It's Paul.

"Please stand" he says and once they've all stood he stands next to Louis, in line with everyone, facing ahead. The door from where Paul had entered opens again, this time it three people. He instantly recognises Mr. Azoff, the director of the angels organisation, so the other man must be Harry Styles. Louis vaguely remembers seeing him on newspapers and magazines. The third is a little lady with heavy looking glasses, a secretary maybe. 

"Paul?" Harry calls, walking towards them in quick long strides. Paul steps forward and Harry stands in front of him, Mr Azoff to his right and the secretary to his left. He raises his brow his question and Paul nods.

"The best, Sir"

Harry nods and walks past Louis, to the guy at the end of the line. He takes a good look at him and then holds his hand out toward the secretary. She quickly hands Harry a file and he quickly scans through it. He nods and moves down the line after handing the file back to the secretary. He repeats the same process and moves down silently until he reaches Louis. He looks at Louis with bored eyes and Louis suddenly feels insecure, resisting the urge to fix his fringe. Right, his hair is quiffed up, he'd look stupid if he did that. Louis' sure the man's stared at him longer than he has the other's. He holds his hand out to get Louis' file, eyes quickly scanning through the first page and Louis' almost glad it's almost over, he's never felt this uncomfortable, never been in this sort of situation before. Harry looks up from his file with a frown on his face.

"Are you a fake?" He asks and Louis' almost shocked. He hadn't made that file, it came from the organisation. He has no clue what's in there other than the fact that it is his life work. He's sure he'd seen Mr. Azoff flinch.

"No sir" he manages to say, even though he is shocked. Harry looks at Paul disapprovingly and Paul shrugs. He then turn to Mr Azoff who also shrugs and the secretary is hiding a smile behind the files she's holding. Harry hands her Louis' files and turns back to Louis.

"Why are you wearing a suit?" he asks instead.

Louis' not sure if he can say he was given orders to and he so badly wants to point to the other two wearing suits too. Instead, he gives Harry a small smile.

"Suits look better though, don't they?"

Harry smirks then and looks at Paul who looks super proud. Louis not sure why.

"Well chosen Paul. Kept his calm under pressure. Stacy, you did a terrible job, you're lucky you know how to make my tea just right"

"Sorry mister Styles" she says with a giggle.

"Thank you so much, all of you, for your time and patience. Welcome to the team. I'm Mister Styles, your employer. Paul is the head of security, so he'll brief you about everything" Harry says and then turns to Louis, "Suits do look better" he turn to the other two, "Take notes"

"Thank you Harry. Don't worry, you won't be required to wear suits all the time, only for important events. Now if you'll follow me to my office, we'll have you sign your contracts." Paul says and leads them out the door. Mr Azoff, Harry and the secretary follow. Harry walks next to Louis and then walks slower which makes Louis walk slower too. Once they are behind everyone, Harry leans down and whispers, "I think I'd like you to wear the suit around me at all times" he says, then pulls back to look him feet to head and then winks.

Louis almost groans loud enough for everyone to hear. This sounds like he walked into a cliche af story.