The Love We Share: L.S one-shots

You Took My Heart By Surprise

By: LiveLaughLoveLarry

32,573 words

Summary:

There is reason to believe Prince Harry's life is in danger. After a failed kidnapping attempt, Louis is assigned to guard Harry around the clock. He is the best at what he does, but he has a tendency to not get along with clients. Louis and Harry start off on the wrong foot, but it soon becomes clear that neither is at all what the other expected.

Start:

A high pitched buzzing sound pulled Louis from his sleep. He groaned, rolling over and pressing a pillow over his head. The sound continued, however, slowly shaking the cobwebs from Louis' sleep-fogged brain.

The sound was his phone.

It was ringing.

He should probably answer it.

But before he could remember how to get his arms to move, the ringing cut off abruptly. Louis exhaled, pressing himself back into the pillows.

Less than ten seconds later, the ringing started again. He groaned, louder this time, and sat up, flinging the pillow across the bed as he fumbled for the phone.

"H'lo?"

There was a brief pause. "Louis?"

"Mmm?" Louis rubbed at his face. "What do you want?"

A sigh crackled through the small speakers, and while Louis hadn't woken up enough to recognize the voice, there was no mistaking that long-suffering sigh.

"You have a new assignment," Nick said, and that woke Louis up.

"Fucking finally," Louis said. "Weeks and weeks of stupid little jobs-"

"Whose fault is that, exactly?" Nick retorted, and okay, he might have had a point. "How soon can you come into the office?"

"I just woke up!"

"Louis."

Louis sighed. "I can probably make it in half an hour."

"Good," Nick said. "I'll see you in twenty minutes."

"That's not-"

Nick had already hung up. Louis stared at the phone for a moment, then sighed and went to get dressed.

~*~*~

Twenty-six minutes later, Louis walked into the office. Nick stood outside the door to the conference room.

"Took you long enough."

Louis resisted the urge to flip him off, though only just. "Are they in there?"

"Yes," Nick said. Louis moved to open the door, but Nick placed his hand on the handle. "Be polite," he said.

Louis drew back. "Who exactly is in there?"

Nick studied him for a moment, then sighed. "Just... for once in your life, filter. Or don't talk. I don't really care which."

"That's not an answer."

"Louis-"

Before Nick could finish his sentence, the door to the conference room opened, a female face filling the gap. Louis knew that face.

"I beg your pardon," the face said. "We heard voices. You must be Mr. Tomlinson." She smiled, holding out a hand, which he shook numbly.

"Louis Tomlinson," Nick said drily, "may I present Her Majesty Queen Anne."