Zoo // Louis Tomlinson

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            Lydia’s POV

           

            “I was just here! What do you mean I’m not allowed security clearance? I left my fucking phone in his room!” I raised my voice at the young woman. She couldn’t have been any older than me, but her roots were showing the premature aging of way too much teasing and bleaching.

            “I’m sorry miss, but Mr. Tomlinson is current-“ she started up again with the sickly sweet voice, but we both knew we were done with each other’s shit.

            “I know where he is ok! I need to get my damn phone or I’ll just go in there myself.” I argued, crossing my arms over my chest. Wishing a little too late that I’d made the smart choice of changing out of my sweatpants, so I didn’t look so homeless.

            “Miss I really am sorry but I can’t allow you to enter without an access name card.” She finished, a smug look gracing her cupcake face.

            “Lydia?” Another –much deeper- voice broke into the conversation before I could smack all the foundation off the stupid receptionist’s face.

            Seriously? What apartment complex needed a fucking receptionist?

            “Victor!” I squealed like a teenage girl. Running over without an ounce of self-restraint, and hugging the big bodyguard.

            “Lydia, why are you here so late?” He chuckled, patting my back before we both pulled away. He had sweatpants and a sweatshirt on as well, looking very out of place as I continued to picture him in his uniform. A cup of tea rested in one of his big hands, a clear indicator of a two am snack.

            “She left her phone in Mr. Tomlinson’s room evidently.” The sugary sweet tone had dissipated quite quickly, leaving Miss. Hotshot Receptionist looking quite annoyed and a little bit flustered.

            “Did she now? Well I’ll bring her up for it then, and from now on Miranda, Miss. Stavens will be allowed clearance. She’s a personal friend of Mr. Tomlinson’s.” Victor lost the fatherly tone that he’d adopted while speaking to me, and quickly replaced it with a tone of authority and an edge of annoyance I hadn’t heard before.

            “Of course.” Miranda responded dully. You could nearly see her gritting her teeth and turning green with envy as I followed Victor into the open elevator.

            “Never liked her much, felt nice to get her back with something. She’s nearly always flirting with that boy.” Victor rambled to himself, rolling his eyes. I’m sure he was picture her giggling like a school girl every time Louis so much as moved, that thought alone made me want to throw-up. “Now why are you actually here?” Victor broke out of his trance, the elevator moving steadily up in numbers.

            “I need to talk to him, don’t worry I won’t sl-“

            “I know you won’t Lydia, and not to bring it down on you, but he wouldn’t do that with you. I’ve heard the voicemails from some of the characters he mixed up with and I’d like to believe you’re not like them.” He snorted, patting my shoulder kindly as the elevator came to a halt.

            Not giving me a chance to respond to his confusing, albeit somewhat reassuring statement, Victor pointed to the same white door I’d been in just hours ago. Pressing a finger to his lips and leaving me with just one warning, “be out of here before Markus wakes the boy up.”