Guardian

Chapter 6

Louis sighs loudly and watches Zayn throws clothes into a suitcase for him. The case file is spread on his lap and while he's not looking at it, his mind is on it.

Why... and what...

He has so many questions.

He thought this was a small bonus job to get extra money before he starts a proper mission, but Mr Azoff was there. It must be a big deal, because Louis's only seen that man a total of two times, both of which were very, very important meetings.

And that's not even the part that covers his confusion on things. It said Fleur Styles, like a kid, a seven year old, but the position was to protect Harry Styles...

Louis never questioned why his clients needed protection before, he works in a field that no normal human would even think exists, but Harry Styles is really famous. He doesn't seem like he's gonna fall into crippling depression, or that he has a drug addiction. He doesn't even look like the type demons would be after... which, it could be plausible, but he doesn't look like he'd make deals with the devil. Especially not if he knows Mr Azoff...

"I don't know Zayn," Louis starts. Maybe Mr Azoff is Harry's angel... Is Mr Azoff even an guardian, though?

"Lou," Zayn sighs, "I don't know either." He checks a shirt, it's his scoop neck, and throws it into the suit case. For a stylist, Zayn's very careless with clothes. "But you got some kind of job, yeah? That's good news"

Louis looks back at the file, eyes falling on the picture of the little girl. He's never been given child cases because he gets attached to kids easily, which would be a huge draw back. He already feels slightly charmed at the pretty smile with dimples, like some one else he knows, some one with the same glossy chocolate curls, but with green eyes.

He said he wanted Louis to wear suits.

"Suits!" Zayn exclaimed and Louis feels confused until he realises that he probably said that out loud, but doesn't say anything when Zayn is taking out a bunch of suits Louis' sure Zayn brought just for him. It a fetish or something, Louis thinks, he likes dressing men in suits.

He watches Zayn throw out casual stuff he'd thrown in before and neatly place suit without judging them the way he did the poor clothes now hugging the ground. He's pretty sure he sees Zayn put a velvet suit and a sparkly suit Louis would rather call speckle suit, it's when he picks up a floral one that Louis cries out.

"What?" Zayn asks like he doesn't already know.

"Flowers?"

Zayn huffs and thankfully sets the suit down, but picks up one that's a sliver satin with subtle designs in a slightly lighter silver that makes Louis groan. He watches with narrowed eyes as Zayn's packing simple traditional ones. He knows to not be deceived, they'll all probably cling to his bum and biceps, maybe cling to thighs and shoulders too. Louis totally going to wear a graffiti-ed shirt with skinny jeans under a plain back, loose fitting, blazer to all his important events, just to piss Zayn off. But god bless the asshole for packing his suit case for him when they both are the laziest fucks. If anything, he hopes Mr Styles appreciates Zayn's taste in suits.

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"Louis!" Paul greets happily as the gates open. Louis smiles at him because he wishes he could be just as bright and chirpy in the morning. Paul offers him tea when they get to the house and Louis mumbles his thanks. After everyone from the day of the interview arrive, Louis's had one more cup of tea and a cup of coffee that Stacy made him after he was still half asleep. He excuses himself to the washroom to do his business and while he's washing his hands, a knock sounds on the door.

"Just a minute" he says, quickly turning off the water and drying his hands on his shirt. When he opens the door, the person behind it, stumbles into him and Louis quickly steadies them.

"Sorry" Mr Styles mumbles. He definitely just woke up, if his hair and rough voice are anything to go by. Instead of moving away, Styles wraps his arms around Louis' shoulder. His eyes are closed and Louis wonders if he knows it him. He stays like that for a few more second, mostly because Harry's still waking up and Louis doesn't know what the fuck he should do, but Harry finally pushes away, eyes still closed.

"Sorry" he mumbles again, "I need tea to function" he's leaning back into Louis but stops before he almost lays his head on his shoulder, "I need to wee really bad too" he says and finally opens his eyes.

Louis never seen someone turn pale and then red so fast, if he does again, it probably won't be at the same proximity, because Harry's literally inches from his face. Harry removes his arms from Louis' shoulder so fast that if Louis wasn't still holding him, he would've fallen back with the force. Harry let's out an embarrassing sound before hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm so sorry" he says, his voice higher than it was before. Louis' not sure if he should be amused or worried.

"S'fine" he says, letting go of Harry's waist, which... why is he just noticing this? "You needed to take a piss?" He says in his half panic and mentally slaps his forehead on a job well done.

"Yeah" Harry squeaks.

Louis takes that as a please leave, so he goes around Harry and hears the door slam just as he's round the end of the hallway. As he's making his way back to the room they were all in, all the other guards are leaving. Louis internally curses and gives Paul an apologetic look. Paul claps him on the back and hand him a paper.

"You're going to be Harry's personal body guard. As you'll see in the schedule, you spend most of your working hours with him, you won't need to guard him in his bedroom or study, but you are to check and make sure no one is able to get in or out of his private rooms before he enters them." He says and hands Louis another paper, "these are the password to the security system and safety check procedures and measurements you'll need, if you have any question, my number is on it too"

After that, Paul leaves Louis groaning at his schedule. He doesn't need this, especially after that awkward encounter in the morning.

"Oh! Good morning Mr. Tomlinson" the Styles assistant says. Louis can't remember her name.

"Hello," Louis mumbles and watches her set her take out a notebook from her bag.

"Follow me" she says and Louis blindly does. Not like he has any idea of wtf is going on since he missed the meeting. The assistant moves around the the kitchen and makes a bunch of teas and hands Louis two cups.

"One for you and the other for Mr Styles" she says and leaves him in the kitchen blushing for a reason he doesn't know. He doesn't have to take the tea to Styles as he walks in himself and plucks his cup from Louis' hands. He takes a sip and sighs, prompting Louis to do the same.

They calmly sip tea, the silence filled with background noises of sprinkles, birds and soft chatter.

"I'm sorry about what happened in the bathroom" Harry says, "I thought you were someone else"

"No, no, s'alright. We're all weird in the morning"
Harry smiles into his cup and they sip at their tea in some more silence.

"You're my personal guard, right?" harry asks and Louis nods, "well then, we better get started"