cocktails | larry ✔️

two

"h-hot chocolate... sir."

harry raises his hand again to signal the waitress to come.

"hot chocolate." he says and looks at the still standing boy. "why don't you sit down?"

the boy nods shyly and takes the seat opposite from harry. his cap in his lap.

"so, what's your name?" harry observes the boy. he clearly needs to relax. it's not like harry will bite him.

"louis william tomlinson, sir." the boy answers. "and may i ask what your name is?"

"you may." harry chuckles. "i'm harry styles. and because you told me your second name, i will as well. harry edward styles."

the boy's face gets red again, his blue eyes are wide and he gulps. "styles company." he mumbles.

"you are correct. that's my workplace. that's my life."

harry thinks that the boy looks so stressed out, he'll just stand up and run out of the café.

but he doesn't.

the hot chocolate arrives and harry drinks a bit of his cooled off coffee. his tongue still hurts.

louis stares into the cup. it's warm - no: hot. that's long ago. that he had something warm to drink.

"do you want to know anything else? maybe about me being a hybrid? you seemed curious."

louis's eyes land on harry's again. "uhm... maybe i guess."

"we play, okay? maybe that's the cat part of me but let's say you tell me something about yourself, then it's my turn. no better: i ask, you answer, you ask, i do."

harry leans forward. smiling at the boy. a bit sinster. watches him. harry's tail has slipped around one of his legs.

louis sees it in the corner of his eye. "yes."

"okay you go first." harry laughs, leans back and waits.

"is that your... tail there?"

"yes." harry chuckles. "that was your question? okay. it's my turn..." he thinks for a bit. then: "do you live on the streets?"

harry knows he should be more sentimental or just not ask that stupid question but it bugs him to not know anything about the boy.

and there is this awful plan in his head. and harry can't get rid of it.

"well, mostly, yeah."

"mostly?" harry's eyebrows raise.

"sometimes i go into this house... a lot of homeless people sleep there."

"oh, i understand." harry nods. "your turn, louis."

louis wiggles around in his seat, another look into his cup of hot chocolate, then in harry's direction. "do you have cat toys?" 

dammit! why is he so stupid. louis wants to throw a fit at himself. right now. why is he always so embarrassing?

"cat toys? you mean like... literal cat toys?" harry seems amused but this sinister way doesn't leave his face.

"yeah?"

"no. i'm not a cat, you know? i don't need things to play with."

"oh.. fine."

"yeah... where are your parents?"

louis gilps. "have none."

"is that really your answer?"

"yes, it is." louis looks down sadly, takes the cup in his hand and sips.

"okay, small one: your turn."

louis nearly spits the hot liqour out. small? why?

"do you have hybrid friends?"

"no, i don't." harry looks at his watch. "oh no, the time. i need to go to work. do you want to join?"

"pardon?" louis's eyes go wide again.

"yeah.. or do you have something better to do? i can ask the waitress to fill your chocolate into a coffee to go mug and then you can join me at work. i have a nice offer for you."

> =.= <

louis doesn't know how this could have possibly happenend. louis doesn't understand why harry styles, owner of a big world wide company, would invite him to his work. he doesn't know what will happen.

but one thing he does know: whatever it is,o will be better than to live on the streets and fight for every bread crum.

so he follows harry to his car. so he sits down in one of the leather seats and like this they drive to the company's building, which is just in the next block.

louis leaves the car again. cap in his hand and in his other the lukewarm chocolate. he suddenly doesn't have too much appetite.

"come on, little guy." harry goes in front of him and louis can observe his tail and his cat ears. it is fascinating how hybrids can... exist.

harry doesn't look like louis has imagined hybrids. in louis's imagination hybris are small and fragile creatures. who need someone to guide them, to help them understand things.

harry must be an anti-hybrid because he doesn't seemfragile at all.

harry is a wealthy man with a tall body, a lot of muscles and short curly hair.

he is attractive. louis thinks harry is attractive. maybe even the most attractive human being on earth... or hybrid. whatever.

"here we go." harry holds the door for louis, smiles at him friendly and let's him go first.

it's harry's office with a wall build of windows. it's a huge and firm office.

professional...

unpersonal.

it seems like out of a catalogue.

louis doesn't like it here but he is still impressed and exited to hear harry's offer.

"my manager has told me that i need a image change. do you know what that is, louis?"

his name. louis shudders. how harry says his name. like he doesn't want to break it. like louis is the fragile one here.

"yeah, i know what that means."

harry nods. "fantastic. so he said i need kind of a charity project. something personal. he thinks i'm too unpersonal."

louis nods in approval.

"you think so, too?" harry seems amused. again.

"i'm sorry" louis whispers and looks down.

"no, it's alright. i need to hear the truth. so my manager thinks i need a specific person to... guide... to support. so people will see me as a human being, not just a heartless business man."

"but sir, you work with charity." louis says confused. "isn't that... charity enough?"

"my manager thinks no. he says it's still to unpersonal and we will loose people if i don't change my social appearance."

louis nods understanding.

"my offer for you is: be my charity project. i can support yu. i can give you money, i can give you a home. all you have to do in return is to tell the interviewers how great and heartwarming i am." harry grins. "you in?"

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and another chapter. :)

harry is kinda cold right? well... we see how that goes...

and louis is a smol bean i'm in love *-*

but yeah.. what do you think?

what do you wish for, my little princes and princesses?