Dinner Party [larry stylinson]

Dinner Party

Hi guys! Really hope you enjoy! It's my first time writing these kind of things so spare me that! haha. Not sure how long this will be, but I'll be giving more information as the story goes on. Enjoy!

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Louis POV:

I internally groaned as I trudged down the stairs behind my four younger sisters. I tugged at my suit jacket collar when I saw my mom from the bottom of the stairs shoot me a glare to fix up.

Tonight was my dads dinner party, big and fancy, full of nothing but stuck up rich people my father worked with. All through the years I found myself the same; bored and alone at the end of the table with my giggling sisters as the rest of the adults laughed at politics, if that's even possible.

I put on my best, fake and friendly smile as I could, greeting each one of my fathers co-workers and their family members. I know most of them, though I heard there was a new family that joined the company this year. But by my guess, they'd be coming late, since all I saw was the same snobby faces fill up our classic dinning room.

I glanced at my father, watching him act so friendly and nice. What a fake, I though to myself as I made my way to my normal seat at the end of the long glossy brown table. I placed my hands in my lap, staring down at my empty plate as I waited for the food to be served.

This night was going to be hell, I thought. Well, that was before I turned my head, ocean blue eyes landing on the new family entered into my dads company.

Harry's POV:

Everything's changed since my dad got this new job, something about being a relater? I don't know, I never cared enough to pay attention.

I didn't think I could hate his job more than I already did, but when my mom told me we had to go to some fancy dinner party, I found myself proven wrong.

"This is bullshit." I mumbled to myself, pushing my chocolate brown curls out of my eyes so they swooped across my forehead once again.

"Hush Harold, don't give our family a bad name." My mother scolded quietly to me as we were led into the large, elaborate dinning room. This, i thought, is where I would be spending the next few hours in prison.

All the people were stuck up and snotty. I hadn't met them before, but all I needed was the smell of their over priced perfume smacking against my senses to know.

I put on my best smile, hoping to pull it off to others as real, as I greeted all the others, noticing our family's lateness.

I finally turned to greet the family for whom my father worked for, a small smirk tugging across my plump pink lips as I saw a boy, probably a few years older, standing there.

I extended my hand out to the boys, cracking my long fingers slightly as I did so. The boy returned a shy smirk and placed his hand in mine, giving it a firm, yet gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you love, I'm harry."

I said, biting down on my bottom lip as I stared at the boys features.

"You too, I'm Louis." He nodded, slipping his hand away from mine.

This shouldn't be to bad after all, I thought as I took a seat next to Louis and his sisters.