The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

16. Take my hand

A/N: Is this a Christmas miracle or what? (Ok, it's not) I rewrote this like three times, so I hope you like it, the final chapter. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this story, if you started this three years or three months ago I thank you the same, for every vote and comment too.
I hope you have happy holidays and a great new year! May all of your wishes come true, love, Elizabeth.

Anne absolutely loved Louis. Harry had called her to let her know he would be visiting that same weekend, "With company, mum. There's someone I'd like you to meet," he had said blushing. He also talked to Gemma and asked her if she wanted to meet him at their mum's, so she could finally, and officially, meet Louis. And, of course, Louis loved them too. He made them promise they would go to London sometime soon; Gemma agreed before he could finish the sentence.

It may sound cheesy but Harry felt like everything was kind of perfect. A perfect boyfriend who got along with his perfect mum and sister, in a perfect "getaway weekend". And the best part was that he did not dread going back home, because he would be returning to the job that he did perfectly with a boss whose ass looked perfect in every pair of designer trousers.

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For the second time in his life, Louis had to take a double glance at Harry because he did not recognize him at first. He was about to ask the intruder sitting at the assistant desk to identify himself, but then he lifted his gaze and Harry's green eyes met Louis' blue ones.

Harry greeted him with a sweet and simple, "Morning,"

Louis gave him a crooked smile and asked nonchalantly "Is it true, Harry, that when someone gets a drastic new hair cut it is because they are planning big changes in their lives?"

"I think, for some people, getting a haircut helps them assimilate the changes," Harry chuckled, "But it's not a rule, not every haircut means a change,"

"Well, what does your mean?" Louis asked.

Harry replied with a cheeky smile as he arranged some papers and put them in a folder, "It means Louis Teasdale was free yesterday at the shoot, and my hair was getting crazy long," he handed Louis the folder.

Louis hummed, "Well, I love how it looks,"

Harry smile running his fingers through his hair, which was so short it only covered half his ears.

"Where's Jeff?" Louis asked.

"At Chanel's, he'll be back soon. You need anything?"

"Push my meeting with Andy until noon, and when Jeff gets back, come into my office to discuss some matters," Louis replied walking and going through the pages.

"Some matters?" Harry asked.

"That's all, thank you!" he spoke already in his desk.

Harry called Andy, answered emails, and left Niall some messages, all while trying to figure out what matters Louis could want to discuss.

He normally didn't discuss things about work with Harry; it's Louis Tomlinson, he never discussed, he decided. The things they did discussed together, were relationship-related, which they almost never did that at work.

Like predicted, Greg didn't take long to arrive.

"Place all of that on racks and keep them here," Harry told him, "Louis will want to check that first. But right now I'll go in there with him, right now it's just phone duty for you, please?"

"Sure thing," Greg replied.

"Thanks, mate," Harry smiled and entered Louis' office.

"Jeff's here?" Was the first thing Louis asked.