The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

11. But I'm into it

           

Louis woke up and it took him 0.5 seconds to remember he's not home. The lighting was what revealed it: he forgot to close the curtains the night before and the sun never entered like that to his bedroom in London. It was too bright, too early.

He tried going back to sleep but his stomach growled demanding food, so after getting up and stretching all the bones in his back and arms, he went to the desk in his own bedroom and picked up the hotel phone.

Since he ordered quite a large amount of food, he decided there'd be enough time for him to take a shower before breakfast. All his toiletries were already in the bathroom, so he just closed the en-suit door and enjoyed a long hot shower.

With only a towel wrapped around his waist, he studied the choices he had for the day's outfit. As he pondered whether it'd be too hot for a turtle neck, he felt the inevitable pull to check his phone... only to find it dead. He remembered he left his charger in the shared living room area, so he left his bedroom to retrieve it.

Outside, not only did he find his phone charger, but also Harry sitting on the couch, typing on his ipad, perfectly dressed and ready for the day. He was wearing a black tunic with white details around the neck, paired with a black jacket, both from Saint Lauren. Louis really liked them on Harry, especially the tunic since it was such a relaxed garment that accentuated his long torso.

Harry looked up when he heard Louis' door open, "Oh," he missed a beat, "Good morning, Louis,"

Let's say Louis missed three beats, securing the towel around his waist and keeping hold of it to prevent any accidents, "Bonjour," he greeted back with a smile and faking nonchalance. "Working already?" he asked as he walked towards his charger.

"Yeah well you know what they say, the early bird gets the..." Harry trailed and then cleared his throat. "I'm just catching up with some emails,"

"You shouldn't be working on an empty stomach anyway," Louis replied, "I already ordered breakfast. Would you mind receiving it when it arrives?"

"Absolutely," Harry smiled, "Anything else?"

"That's all, thanks," Louis smiled as he entered his room, oblivious to the last glance Harry sent towards his covered bum.

He decided to go with the black suit jacket and a burgundy tie. He got dressed and he styled his hair.

When he stepped into the lounge for the second time, Harry was finishing arranging the small table with all the dishes Louis ordered, plus two places set with plates and teacups.

"So your tea's not ready yet. They didn't bring the one you like so they went back to get it. Shouldn't be long anyway,"

"Ah," Memories of all the cups back in the kitchen office left Louis without much to say. 

"But there's orange juice, do you want some?" Harry spoke serving a small glass already.

"Sure, thanks," Louis smiled as he accepted and took a seat.

Harry grabbed a banana from the plate of fruits Louis had ask for.

A knock on the door interrupting Harry from peeling it. "Must be your tea," he said.

He went to open the door and accepted the tray from the butler that had a teapot, two cups, and a small ceramic box that most likely contained the tea bags.

Without saying anything, Harry got to the task of making Louis' tea.

"So what did you think of the opening party yesterday?" Louis asked as he grabbed a slice of bread and spread some butter on it.