Just another Cup of Tea // Larry au

Alone Together

Harry's Mansion 25/8/14

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Harry sighed lazily as he sluggishly stumbled down the stairs to retreive a drink seeing as his maid didnt arrive for another thirty two minutes. He knew it was a bad idea hiring a regular maid as oppose to a live-in one but no, that would be excessisive. Harry glared forwards as he remembered his mother's constant concerns about what money was doing to his mind but was always calmed by the fact she was clearly delusional ; he was just fine.

A glass was already set out next to the sink as it always was, at least my maid is good for something he sniffed and inspected it like he always did. It had become a routine, expecting the worst but constantly finding it as good as it could be - sparkling condition. Maybe it was because he had threatened that if there was ever a speck on his drinking class that he would fire her and send a bad reference to whoever she tried to go to next.

But you never know, maybe not.

He turned the steel tap, expecting a gush of water to come flowing out but instead it made a strange gurgling noised and dripped a drop or two but nothing more. An eyebrow rose in disbelief as he turned it back and then on again but still nothing. Harry stood staring at it, not quite knowing how to approach the situation. Sure, he could go to another tap for his drink but as the perfectionist he was, he needed it fixed. Now.

His cut-throat attitude is what made him a billionaire in the first place and he was not going to stop now. Harry considered calling his mother to ask who to call but then he would recieve another lecture before finally getting an answer and that was not what he was in the mood for. 

A phone book was lying underneath the coffee table in the next room, the yellow cover beaming out at him like a big signal that this was the item he needed. What was it he needed though? An electritian? Wait no, not that...a plumber? 

A plumber seemed to fit the bill, all he wanted was damn glass of water from his kitchen. Just as he was about to call, his maid rung the phone and he picked up to find out that she wasnt even coming in after all that. Something about being in the hospital or something unnessasary.

"It's a bit short notice." Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his fist even if she couldnt see. 

"Yes, I am truly sorry sir, really very sorry but my heart-" She stumbled over her words to try and reconcile the situation.

"Save it." He snapped and hung up, feeling even more pissy than he had done prior. A busted sink and a cop out for a maid.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair and tried to calm himself, counting up to twenty in his head and taking a deep breath before sitting up straight and reaching for the phone book he was previously holding.

His fingers ran along the side of the thick book as he opened it and went to the adverisements until he found a section dedicated to plumbers. There was a list of probably around twenty or so which made Harry sigh in annoyance - how was he supposed to know how to choose? He looked down the names and decided to just go with who sounded like they might do a good job.

Emmet Pentland : If you've got a sink then you know we'll diddly darn do it up! Call us!

This made Harry want to burn the book.

Leon Watson : We'll do it better than your dad did your mum last night.

This also made Harry want to burn the book.

Louis Tomlinson : Specialises in sinks and showers. Average of four and a half stars.

This did not make Harry want to burn the book so quickly decided on this man seeing as he had no experience or knowledge on how to choose a good plumber. He quickly dialed the number, nervous for some reason. He lightly slapped his cheek so snap himself out of it ; He's made decisions that could've literally made or broken him without blinking an eye yet calling a fucking plumber had caused him to start shaking his leg.

Every one for their own comfort zone, I suppose he thought.

"Hello?" A voice on the line said, causing Harry to move his shaking leg too fast and hit it on the coffee table.

"Ah shit- I mean is this the plumber?" Harry winced and rubbed his knee whilst trying to sound proffessional.

"Yeah, need something doing?" The voice - Louis, Harry assumed- replied.

"Yes. I will text you the address. Be here in twenty minutes." He demmanded, trying to make up for his awkward start to the conversation. 

"Okayy..." Louis said unsurely and hung up, presumabley waiting for the text.

And so it begins.