The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

14. Something great

Louis sighed and closed his eyes, leaning to rest his forehead against Harry's.

Harry kept rubbing Louis thighs, "Lou? Are you okay?"

After three seconds, a small smile crept to Louis lips, "You've been trying to warn me since yesterday night, right?"

"Well, yeah but you weren't in the condition to, uh, receive the news,"

Louis stared fondly at Harry, and caressed his cheek with his right hand. "You are so sweet, you know? So responsible, so loyal, how do I deserve you?"

"But did you not hear me?" Harry asked confused. "Taylor wants to take your spot,"

"I know, babe," Louis sighed, but the smile didn't leave his face.

"What? You know?"

"They've been planning this for a while now. They're so messy, it's like they actually want to get caught," Louis chuckled.

"You've known all along?" Harry repeated the question, "Ho- Why did you even let it get this far? I mean, they say Simon already agreed!"

"Please, Simon only understands numbers," Louis waved.

"That's what they claim. Something about number of sales and advertisements," Harry replied confused.

"Oh I see," Louis narrowed his eyes, then he laughed, "If that was their argument, then it was weaker than the teas Liam used to bring,"

"It's not funny, Louis, I'm not understanding at all," Harry whined.

Louis climbed off of Harry's lap and took a seat beside him, Harry turned to face him completely.

"Did you know British Runway recovers all manufacturing expenses just by what the ads pay to appear in the magazine?"

"I heard something about it," Harry replied

"Even before the month's issue is out, we already got our money back. By a lot. Which means whatever sells we make, it's all profit,"

"Okay..."

"Yeah, Taylor can sell a lot. In fact, she'd better, otherwise French Runway would go bankrupt," Louis added, "but she still can't make what we do at British. When it comes to revenues, not even American Runway runs so smoothly,"

"So..." Harry trailed.

"So don't worry, babe. Taylor's staying put. I mean, she does sell a lot. So what's best for Simon is to leave her where she is. I made it pretty clear yesterday in all those meetings and brunches that kept me so busy,"

"Are you serious?" Harry asked already smiling

"Of course I am,"

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" Harry pushed Louis arm playfully.

"You weren't supposed to find out! I didn't know you mingled with the wrong crowd," Louis teased.

"You never told me that that was the wrong crowd," Harry shot back.

"Okay maybe not literally," Louis said standing up, "That's why you should've hang out with me exclusively,"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "How exclusive are we talking?"

"Take me to the bedroom and I'll show you what exclusive means to me," Louis almost purred.

So Harry sprinted from the couch and took Louis to bed, both sucking marks on each other's bodies in places only they would know.