In search of a daddy (Larry Stylinson)♡

Chapter 4: "L.T"

"What day will you like to start?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

Well, today was Friday, I didn't work the weekends so.....tomorrow.

"Tomorrow" I whispered, making Louis' eyes widen almost choking on his drink.

He gulped, clearing his throat before speaking. "Do you have time? I'd like to show you where this will take place"

"Yes, I have plenty of time"
....

We made our way out of the coffee shop earning a few glares from some people. Louis led me to a matte black Rolls-Royce Ghost that was parked in the front of the shop. WOW. A man in a black suit stood by the car, maybe his chauffeur.

"Mr.Tomlinson," He said opening the back door to the expensive car. Louis let me in first, making my face heat up a bit at the gesture.

The exterior of the car was beautiful, black shiny leather adorned the comfy seats. It was an elegant yet a simple exterior, the windows were a dark tint. Nice for privacy I thought.

"Sir, were to?" the chauffeur asked from the front seat.

"Back to my place Tom," Louis replied making tom start the car's engine, bringing it to life.

Louis cleared his throat before speaking
"So you said you lived around here right?" He asked casually leaning to the side.

"Yeah----I live with my best friend Liam"

He raised an eyebrow, making me a bit nervous.

"He's just a friend" the words leaving my mouth a lot quicker than I thought. Making Louis laugh, his laughter filled the car.

"It's fine, there's nothing wrong with that, but I do hope he's straight," He said with a smirk.

"Well you got a big storm coming----he's not," I said with a small laugh.

He didn't say anything he just stared at me with a look of anger in his eyes maybe jealousy, who knows. Taking a breath and readjusting his black tie before speaking.

"My house is twenty minutes, out of the city if that's okay with you"

"Yeah that's fine," I said turning over to look out the window, into the busy London streets.

The car went silent for a while neither of us talking.
...
"So your work schedule won't intervene with our doings from the looks of it" His velvety smooth voice broke the silence between us.

"Yeah it won't, I don't work Fridays thru Sundays," I said with a small smile running a hand through my curls.
He nodded.

The drive to his house seemed a bit awkward, but not the bad awkward type. I caught him staring a few times making me blush, he only looked away with a smirk on his face.

This hoe said he lived in a house, wtf is this? I thought to myself. As we arrived at a huge mansion that sat atop a hill. There was a huge iron black fence, around the perimeter of the mansion. The chauffeur rolled down his window as we pulled up to the entrance, typing In a code on the number pad outside. Making the black iron gates with the letters L.T embroidered in gold open. Driving up the driveway to the giant white mansion.
Fancy fucker.

"Do you live alone?"

"No I don't, I live with my stepbrother, but he's moving out on Monday to his own place"

Did his stepbrother know about his little dirty secret?

"Oh"

The car came to a halt, Louis stepped outstretching his hand for me to take. I placed my small warm hand in his rough big hand, feeling a tingle at the contact of our skin. We made our way inside the house stopping at the entrance.
A huge marble staircase led up to the second floor, on the right was the kitchen and on the left side was the living room.