The Petrichor - Larry Stylinson

2. Join These Sins

"Take a seat, Mr. Tomlinson." Desmond sent him a smile which is the fakest. He knew that Tomlinson would come back because there's no business who won't give up everything for their business that they spent so much sweat on.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles." Mark sat in front of the CEO of Styles co.

"So?" Desmond raised an eyebrow towards him.

"My son wants to meet your son first." Mark said.

"Uh... Yeah, sure." Desmond sent a hesitant smile and it had Mark suspicious.

"Is there something that I don't know about?" Mark asked with his eyebrows knitted together.

"No, of course not. It's just that he's out of town for few days on a business trip." He said with a nod at the end.

"Oh, okay. I think then they better talk and make a time for themselves over phone." Mark smiled.

"Yeah, I'd give you Ed- Harry's phone number." Desmond quickly corrected his little mishap and lucky for him, Mark didn't catch on it.

"Alright, I'll give it to Louis. I guess, Harry is your son?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, he is." Desmond said pulling out his phone.

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"Edward! Edward!" Desmond called out as he almost ran into their big mansion. Edward came rushing down the stairs.

"Yes, dad?" He asked with wide eyes, because he has never seen his dad this rushed.

"Louis would call you now. Where's your phone? I called you a million times but you didn't answer!" Desmond scolded his son. (I call you but you never even answer.)

"It's in my room. I put it on charger." Edward said sheepishly.

"You are a future CEO, Edward! Be more responsible!" Desmond's voice boomed through the house which had Anne rushing down the stairs.

"What's wrong?" She knew that her husband is irritated over something. Desmond just ignored her as he yelled at Edward again.

"Go and get your phone, now."

That had Edward running up the stairs.

"What's happening?" Anne asked again.

"What's happening? Harry is happening. It's basically your fault that Harry is like that. You kept babying him and now he has a brain of a 10 year old. Now I have to invest on a never growing business to get your son a husband. Get that freak a husband, Anne!" He whisper-yelled, making Anne's eyes fill with tears.

"He's- he's your son too, Des." Anne stuttered out through hiccups.

"I said many times that no son of mine is an autistic freak!" Desmond said through gritted teeth. Anne just ran out of the room because she knew that the sight of her alone is enough to set Desmond on fire.

Edward finally came rushing down the stairs with his phone.

"Has Louis called yet?" Desmond asked.

"I don't know his number, dad." Edward stating the obvious.

"Then check if you have missed calls from an unsaved number." Des growled out angrily. Edward nodded and went through 28 missed calls he has. Twenty seven of them were from his dad and one was from as unsaved number.

"Yeah, there's one. Should I call back, dad?" Edward asked.

"Wait. Listen to me with open ears before you call him back. If it's Louis, you are Harry, okay? You are Harry Styles. Well, it won't matter if he searched on internet. You both have the same name anyway." Desmond smiled a mischievous smile.