OCD | LS

5| Iron

Harry's POV

When I got to work this morning Louis seemed to be in a pissy mood. He snapped at me 10 times and even threatened to make Liam fire me so I quickly tried to stop doing whatever I was apparently doing to annoy him. I couldn't risk it, I needed this job! It was a good pay and if I wanted to go into UNI next year I had to really save up. I didn't want my mom to pay for it, I wanted to show her that I could be responsible.

Even though Louis was in a bad mood he happened to look absolutely stunning today. Speaking of which his lips are moving so he must be talking to me... oh.

I quickly snapped back into reality and said yes in my dreamy state but realized it when he replied with a "great!" And a wide smile.

"I'll take you home and drive you to work tomorrow!" He said. Wait what..?

"Wait why am I going home with you?" I asked confused.

"So I can iron your wrinkly clothes, duh. If I'm gonna be forced to work with you, you can at least standardize your clothing wear and it being all wrinkled is not helping my OCD at all." Louis complained. Typical Louis. I smiled brightly just excited that I could go home with him rather than the thought of him ironing my clothes.

"Oh okay. If you didn't like it you could've just told me..." I replied.

"Well I'm telling you now, it will be resolved later when I iron them. I'll let you borrow a pair of mine in the process." He said casually.

"Okay," I mumbled as I went back to my work.

The next few hours consisted of note taking and going through which museum sections I would be checking after hours. When the museum was closed and all visitors had left I hopped out of my chair and strode to section 3 where I would be starting. I dusted and swept the floors and even checked the bathrooms. After I took care of section 3 and 4 I headed to 5, my last one today. Louis was taking care of something with Liam and then he would be checking sections 1,2, and 6.

I was just about finished with 5 until I noticed a red sticky liquid spilled on the floor. Ughhhhhh! Why can't people just follow the simple rules of no food or drinks and not touching the exhibits!? I jogged to the janitor closet and grabbed the mop and pine sol. I filled the small bucket with warm water and a couple squirts of pine sol and began mopping the red stuff.

"Hey Harry you- oh.. Why can't people just respect the exhibits and keep their foods and drinks outside?!" I heard Louis whine from behind me.

"That's what I was thinking!" I groaned. I finished mopping and turned around to put the mop and bucket away when I noticed the weird face Louis had on.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked curiously.

"Like what?" He asked casually as if I didn't just noticed his overly pink cheeks.

"Never mind." I muttered as I walked away and tried to push away the nagging feeling I had in my stomach.

After saying goodbye to Liam and locking up our office I found myself sitting in the seat of Louis' black sleek car. He buckled me up claiming that he didn't want me touching anything and 'ruining' his clean car. I blushed deeply when his muscular arm reached across my stomach and buckled my belt in. My breath hitched as he smirked while closing the door, damn it why was he so attractive?!

Louis' POV

Although I didn't like Harry that much the way that his body reacted to me buckling in his seat belt was really hot. I didn't know I could make anyone feel like that just by a simple action, it was almost amusing.

I hopped into my side of the car and turned the key, the engine roared to life as I stepped on the pedal.

We reached my big flat in 10 minutes and I guided Harry up to the 4th floor of the building. We got out of the elevator and I unlocked my door and let Harry in. His eyes were wide with astonishment as he looked at my tidy place. Not to brag but I was kind of proud of it...

"Wow, nice place." He said.

"It's alright," I teased. He looked at me like I was nuts.

"Take your shoes off before you step on the carpet." I said sternly as I slipped off my vans and set them in the shoe cubby by the door.

"Ready to change into my clothes while I iron your wrinkly disgraceful ones?" I asked as nice as possible. He nodded and I smirked silently as I told him to strip, causing his jaw to drop.