The Petrichor - Larry Stylinson

1. Believe in

"I'd like to invest in your company, Mr. Tomlinson, but under one condition." Desmond Styles paused making Mark Tomlinson's eyes furrow.

"What is that, Mr. Styles?" He asked. 

"Your son has to marry my son." Desmond said with a crooky smile. 

"What? But he's just twenty!" Mark said, a frown growing over his face. 

"I know everything about him, Mr. Tomlinson. Either your son marries my son or you won't get the investment." Mr. Styles said sternly. 

Mark thought deep into it. His son is still a little kid for him. Sure, he's twenty but the boy is too good for this world. He has a heart made of gold and a body made of flower petals. Mark has always been very protective over his son. 

Mark has seen Mr. Styles' son but he doesn't know the name of the boy. From the only time he has seen him he can tell that he's with good manners. 

"I'll tell you what I decide later, Mr. Styles." Mark said, even though he knew that Desmond hates the word 'later' from every business deal he has done with the man. 

"You know that I hate that word." Desmond frowned. 

"Yeah, I know but this is a decision about my son, my family. I have to talk about this with him and his mother." Mark said sternly. 

"Well, right, okay. Remember, either the boys marry or no investment for you." Desmond said coldly. 

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind too." Mark nodded and shook hands with the other businessman. 

He would have ended the deal with the rude man if it wasn't for the fact that has his own business is falling apart at a rapid phase. He doesn't have  any other way to get it all back together as no other businessman has agreed to invest in his business other than Mr. Styles. 

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"Jay! I'm home!" Mark yelled out as he walked into their big house. He heard the familiar pitter patter of his son's feet hitting the carpetted staircase. 

"Daddy!" His son Louis yelled out as he jumped on his back.

"Hey!" Mark sent him a weak and tired smile. 

"Tough day?" Louis asked getting off of his dad's back and smoothing out his baby blue dress. Yes, he's a crossdresser since he was 15. He still can't believe how accepting his parents were over the fact. 

"Yes, love. Where's mommy?" Mark asked. 

"She's upstairs, I think." Louis shrugged. 

"Come to the living room with her. I have an important matter to talk with you guys." Mark sent Louis away with a kiss on his forehead. 

Louis ran up the stairs to get his mother and knocked on his parents' bedroom door. 

"Come in." He heard his mother's voice from inside and he walked in. 

"Daddy is home and he asked me to come to the living room with you. He said it's something important." Louis said. 

"Oh, alright. Let's go." Jay stepped out of the room with Louis. She tied a loosen string of Louis' dress and patted once on his back silently telling him to go downstairs.

Once downstairs, Jay saw how exhausted Mark looked. She walked over to him and placed a kiss on his lips before sitting down next to him on the couch. Louis sat across from them on the loveseat. 

"Louis, this is so important because it decides your life and also our company's future." Mark paused making Louis'  heart race a million miles for a second. Louis just nodded.