Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Chapter Thirteen

Louis' P.O.V.

I have now been Harry's P.H.C. for three weeks, and things have become different.

I give Harry a charming smile and he uncomfortably alters his attention elsewhere. Or I call Harry beautiful and he just disregards it...

But what kills me the most is when I want to feel sparks...so I grab Harry's hand gently...only to have him take his hand from mine...

I'm trying so hard to show him that I like him too. I'm not just doing these things to fulfill my job in making him happy.

I have feelings for him.

It's been three weeks, and he won't react positively to any hint I throw at him. I'm starting to think maybe he doesn't like me...?

If that's the case, then my scanning senses must be getting weak. I guess I'll need to tell my brother Drake if they are so he can fix it.

It's Friday morning, and we have a day off from school. Doesn't mean much for me though, I got a call from work requesting that I fill in for a sick staff member.

I got a job just days ago so I could bring in money for Harry while he's on break from his job, and it's stressful but I ignore that so I can provide for Harry. I work as an office assistant to one of London's most richest and successful men, Zayn Malik, who's just 23 years old. I honestly do not care for him too much, but the job pays well.

I wake up from beside Harry on the bed, being extra careful not to wake him from his slumber. I slowly remove myself from the bed and head to Harry's closet where my suitcase with my clothes in it is. I need to go shop for some more clothes. Maybe Harry will want to go with me later.

Hopefully he'll want to go with me later.

I get dressed quietly in my suit, stealing occasional glances at a precious sleeping Harry.  Good thing my suit isn't very wrinkled, I don't feel like ironing. I avoid ironing at all costs.

It scares me so much...

One wrong move and-

Ugh.

I shiver at the thought of getting a horrible burn from the iron. It's happened once and nope. I don't need to feel that ever again.

I fix my tie, making sure it's tied properly, and then I hunt for my black shoes.

"They're downstairs in the tv room." I hear Harry say, his voice laced with sleepiness.

I turn around to him. "I'm sorry I woke you. I thought I was being quiet." I laugh lightly, giving him a smile.

"You didn't wake me, don't worry." Harry says, not even giving me a smile before turning in the bed and closing his eyes.

I frown immensely and leave the room without another word.

Why is he treating me like this...?

My heart is beating a little faster, but not due to anything good. I'm very upset, so that's why.

I get downstairs and trudge into the tv room with slumped shoulders as I retrieve my shoes. I put them on, my hands slightly shaky.

Oh no, I'm about to cry...

Whenever my hands get shaky when I'm upset, that's how I know I'm about to cry.

I get up from the chair quickly after putting on my shoes, and I walk into the kitchen.

Harry is not happy with me, and I don't know what is going wrong. This leaves me no choice but to give him the option of getting rid of me. It's the proper procedure for P.H.C.'s

I rummage through the kitchen drawers for a piece of paper and something to write with. Once I find both, I write on the paper.

'It has come to my attention that you are not happy with me being your P.H.C. anymore. I am unaware of what I did to upset you to such degree, but what ever it is I am sincerely sorry. Forgive me for not being what you want nor need.

Here is the number to call in order to request a new P.H.C.
+44 3069 990099

Sorry again for not succeeding in improving your state of emotion.
- Louis x'

As soon as I finish writing the note, tears begin to fall from my eyes, a few drops getting on the paper. I quickly get my car keys and rush out the door so I won't be late for work.