Picture Perfect | Larry Stylinson

Four

*There's some bedtime fun towards the end btw. Consider this your warning.

Louis padded down to the hotel lobby with the Xbox console in his hands to renew it for the day again. He was a bit hungover from the amount of shots he had had the night prior, but he knew that it could've been worse. However, he certainly didn't fit in when he walked through the lobby with his wild bedhead paired with his pajamas. The employee behind the desk gave him a dirty look, most likely judging his appearance.

"I'd like to renew my rental on this," he requested.

The woman stayed quiet and took the console from him, typing something into the computer. Louis silently stood there, fighting to keep himself from looking like he was about to fall over and sleep right there on the floor.

"Hi, I got a call about a limousine for Harry Styles."

Louis' head snapped over to the woman that was at the register next to him. She was a petite blonde that would normally be Louis' type if he had any say in his relationships. However, she wasn't because Louis found himself wondering who the hell she was to him. Was she a girlfriend? Louis swore that Harry was gay - well, not straight anyway. Either way, she would know where the model was headed off to, which would help Louis' search immensely.

"A limo, eh?" Louis piped up.

"Yeah. Apparently, the photographer that my client is shooting for is buttering him up. I have a feeling they're going to offer something that my client might not agree with," she shrugged.

"At least you get a limo. They're just sending a town car for us," Louis scoffed.

"Really? You must not be working with the Tatler then," she chuckled.

"No, no, I am! You are too?" Louis fibbed, but it was all for the sake of love, so it was okay.

"Yes! That's crazy! I hope they didn't double book...had that incident last week with Bella Hadid. That was a mess on my end. Not so much Harry's," the woman said, tapping away on her cell phone.

"Harry?" Louis asked, pretending to play dumb.

"My client. He's a real sweetheart. He's my favorite client I've ever had because he tries to make my job as easy as he can, unlike my last one," she continued. "Wish I would've had him at the start of my career."

"Sounds like quite the guy," Louis continued.

"You know, you're pretty young and...carefree for a modelling agent," she pointed out, giving him a once over.

"Eh, not really. I look young for my age," Louis smirked. "That and I had a bit of a rough night last night."

"I see..." she trailed. "So, you say that you're doing a shoot with Tatler. Who's your client?"

"His name is Justin. He's a pretty talented model. Bit of a wanker though," Louis shrugged, not lying.

"Here you are, sir," the receptionist interrupted, passing the Xbox back over the counter.

Harry's agent quirked her eyebrow at Louis. He just shrugged. "Did I mention that he thinks I'm his slave as well?"

"Sounds like you've got your hands full," she said. "I better get back to round up the troops. Maybe we'll see you around, mister...?"

Louis smirked. "A real man likes to keep a woman guessing."

Louis grabbed the game console from the counter and made his way back upstairs. He was going to have to rush to get himself to actually look alive and like a successful actor that actually has a career. He wanted to make a great first impression on Harry. One that the boy wouldn't be able to get out of his head.