A/N: This story is 19k long so be prepared for a long read. Um... if you want a better read you can read it here at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5418770. It has more warnings and more of my author's notes that I'm not going to post here. Just in case you were curious is all. Special thanks to Ezra, Bonnie, and A for all the help! And sorry for not posting in a while... Ah, well, I hope you enjoy! Xx
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Harry Styles is a man of many talents, and one of those talents is getting himself into awkward situations in split seconds without any recollection of how it's happened. It's something he hates, quite a lot actually, but the fact that he knows just how to charm himself out of those forsaken moments is something that he loves at the same time.
Only, not when he's in the presence of The Boss Man, Louis Tomlinson.
Which happens quite a lot, seeing as Harry is Senior Editor, meaning his office is on the same floor as Louis', right next to his office, actually. He should be used to this by now, after two years of working for Louis; Harry knows, he does. But Louis has always managed to fluster Harry, no matter what they are talking about. And that really sucks, too, because working for England's most popular modeling company, located in London, means they are either constantly talking about or surrounded by models and cameras.
The good thing, though, is that Mr. Tomlinson never seems to be put off by Harry's awkward nature. In fact, Louis seems like he enjoys Harry's flustered states more than he probably should.
Like now. He's sitting back in his chair with his legs crossed, hands tangled on his knee, while his lips are quirked up at the corners and his eyes sparkle with amusement. And though Harry notices each and every little tic and twitch, every emotion that runs through Louis' eyes, he still continues to ramble, growing redder and redder by the second.
"...he said she will be better soon, so he should be back soon. I just thought I'd—" Louis cuts him of there with a wide smile, saying, "It's alright, Harry," in quiet voice.
Harry's mouth snaps shut, and he bites his lip as he feels his cheeks grow impossibly warmer, toe scuffing along the ground. "Sorry," he replies quietly. He can't tear his eyes away from Louis' sharp cheekbones, though, and stubble-dusted chin. He realizes that he didn't need to talk extensively about Niall going home to Ireland to stay with his sick mother for a few days, that a quick explanation as to why Niall couldn't help with the preparations of the office holiday party coming up would have sufficed.
As it is, he stands there feeling like a complete fool, and Louis just sits across from him, mouth still turned up at the corners slightly. After a long moment of silence, Louis sits forward again, chin resting in the palm of his hand, elbow on his desk, and he stares up at Harry with wide eyes. "Niall has plenty of personal days left, he's fine to be home for a little while. Thank you for the story, though; it's always nice hearing you ramble." Harry bites his lip harder, and Louis' eyebrow raises the slightest. "If you want," he continues, "Someone else to help you with the party, I'm sure I can find someone who isn't busy as fuck with tomorrow's issue."
"I think I should be fine, Mr. Tomlinson," Harry slowly says, wringing his hands together behind his back. "Thank you, though. If I desperately need anybody I'm sure Liam would be willing to help."
Louis' wide smile is back, and he sits back again, resting a foot on his knee and staring at Harry with that invasive yet warm gaze. He says, "Zayn or I could, too, you know. If you ever want a final word on anything."
"I, uh. Yeah, of course. I should, um, probably get back to work. Sorry for interrupting you, sir." Harry nods his head a little, knowing he's acting like a complete knob but not being able to stop it. He smiles and slips out quickly before Louis can stop him and doesn't stop to breath until he's safe in his own office. "Fuck."
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Larry Stylinson One Shots
FanfictionMost will contain smut. Most will be Larry. (A couple Niam, Ziam, and Ziall may be present.) A few are restricted so you'll need to follow me to read those, though most aren't. (I have a few of these posted on my ao3 too.)