Fighting For Love

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

I watched as Louis small hands swiped across his phone. He read the message with such concentration, creasing his forehead as he did. He looked so cute, he hates it when I say that since he is older and everything, but he's just so cute and little I can't help it. " Fantastic, just fantastic" he mumbled under his breath. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Check your phone, it's Modest" he grumbled. I rolled out of bed and went hunting for my pants. I found them in a messy pile of clothes on the floor, and in the pocket was my phone. I quickly swiped the screen and found that I indeed had a text from Modest. It read:

Goodmorning,

Please be at our office at 9. Emergency meeting.

Modest! Management

"Emergency meeting? What's that all about" I asked. "I don't know? Us probably" Louis replied. I sighed, I was seriously getting sick of all these meetings. "Hey Lou? What's the time right now?" I questioned suddenly."Ummmm 8:45" he said glancing at the alarm clock. We looked at eachother in horror. "SHIIIIIIT" we yelled in unison. Getting ready was complete chaos, we literally just chucked on whatever clothes we could find and ran out the door. "My car" I panted as we sprinted down the stairs and into the garage. We hopped into the car in record time, me driving and him the passenger. "Phew, nice job Haz!" He grinned as I backed out of the drive way and onto the the road. "Are there any Paps out there Lou?" I queried, worried. "The glass is tinted Haz, don't be such a worrywart" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Hey that's my shirt!"

"What?" I stammered, surprised by the sudden change of subject. "You're wearing my shirt Harry!" He exclaimed loudly. "Sorry, I was rushing" I mumbled sheepishly. "No, no it looks good on you" he smiled "it's nice, and tight, I can see your abs" he teased cheekily. I shook my head at his audacious comment, feeling my cheeks flush bright red. "Like you can talk about wardrobe disasters" I jeered "Whats that on your pants?". He looked down at the incriminating white streak on his jeans. "Tooth paste" he babbled, blushing. "But you haven't brushed your teeth?" I answered. "It's my love for you" he mused struggling to wipe off the cum. "Remind me to NEVER pick up dirty pants from the floor EVER again!" He complained. I laughed at his embarrassment. I turned into the underground parking at Modest!'s head office. "We're here!" I chimed. "Time to face the music then" Louis snarled. "Come on" I tugged his arm, took at deep breathe and headed towards the huge building.