Larry Stylinson One Shots Collection

Be Professional

(Writtensoul(ao3))

Summary:

Basically, Harry's the Prime Minister of England and Louis is his hot and willing personal assistant.

"Louis, I- no. Do you know how unprofessional that is? We're, you're my assistant."

"Then let me assist you to an orgasm," Louis grins, and that's enough.

Notes:

I got a prompt that Harry should be someone high in government and Louis should be his assistant and this came out, so. Posted first on my tumblr.

Work Text:

"Mr. Tomlinson," Harry greets as he walks past his assistant's desk, his arm outstretched to grab the coffee waiting on it. He gives Louis no eye contact as per usual, just glides back to his office and slumps down in his seat.

After a few minutes, Louis strides in with a stack of papers and a beaming smile.

"Looking gorgeous as always, Prime Minister Styles," he purrs, his eyes holding that glint that they always do.

"Be professional, Mr. Tomlinson," Harry chides, but his heart can't deny that he loved it with all the thumping it's doing.

Louis giggles. "Sure thing, boss man. So, you've got a meeting with Cowell and others at eleven and you've ordered that I'll be there to take notes, and Samuels called to tell me earlier that he'll be calling you between eleven-thirty to twelve to discuss business matters. Other than that, I've got a pretty stack of papers for you to look through."

He sets the stack down in front of Harry, sure to not knock over his coffee, and walks out of the room with that damn hip-swinging thing he does.

A half hour later, Louis swivels back in and fixes his soft fringe that's been styled upwards. "Having fun with that big, thick stack of papers, boss?"

Harry clears his throat and squirms in his seat. His suit is uncomfortable, okay? "What are you doing interrupting me?"

"In case you're planning on skipping the meeting, I've come to inform you that it's starting in five."

Harry curses under his breath, placing his pen down and scrubbing at the side of his palm that has ink smudged along it.

"Do you know where it is?"

Once he's standing beside Louis, his assistant nods and places his hand on Harry's lower back to guide him. As unprofessional as it is, Harry doesn't stop him. But when he feels Louis' hand slipping down further and resting right on his bum, he chokes and hisses, "Hand upwards, Tomlinson."

Louis titters and squeezes his arse before lifting his tiny golden hand back up to a respectable spot. Harry doesn't know why he hasn't fired him yet.

People have just started shuffling into the big, three-cornered room by the time Harry and his assistant arrive. Everyone gives him proper nods and "good morning, Prime Minister"'s. Harry smiles back.

Cowell begins the entire event with the usual; a kind welcome and a clap of his hands. But then, he tells everyone to direct their attention to Harry because apparently he's got to give a speech. Harry hasn't got one.

He nearly passes out. He's about to run out of the room screaming when Louis slyly slides a paper over to him with the title: "Harry's Big, Sexy Speech."

So Harry gives the somewhat impromptu speech, knowing he owes Louis his entire life and more, and it turned out to be an incredible piece of writing and everyone stood up to clap at the end. Harry almost teared up at how thankful he was to have Louis under his belt. Well, not literally, but.