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A week later

The boys had spent the entire morning together and now that lunch finished they were sat in Louis' office. Harry was seated on Louis' lap as he went over numbers for KT with him, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," Louis shouted.

"Boss, Marcelo is here. Do you want me to bring him in?"

"Wonderful! Yes please, bring him in," Louis said and as Zayn exited, Harry started to stand up. "Where are you going?" Louis asked with sad eyes.

"Oh, I just figured you'd want me to leave. That's all," Harry said shrugging.

"No no, come on dear. Sit down," Louis said gesturing to his lap. Louis wanted Harry here to see this. Harry took his seat back, right as Zayn reentered the room with Liam and a new face. The new man glanced at Harry with a look that made him feel uneasy before his eyes flicked back up to Louis.

"Louis-" Marcelo started but was cut off by Louis raising a hand in the air.

"It's sir to you now. You may continue," Louis said.

"I was just here to voice some concerns about your certain admiration for someone and how it could possibly be distracting you," Marcelo said, keeping his eyes trained on Harry. Louis' tightened his grip around Harry's waist and focused his eyes on Marcelo. Did he really think it was a wise move to insult his boy in front of him?

"Listen to me Marcelo, and listen good. You will not speak on my name again, you will not speak on Harry's name again, hell you won't speak of Sonlinmot ever again. I will not tolerate anyone trying to go against me or my administration, I don't care how long you've been here. I'm in charge now," Louis threatened, his voice getting rougher with each word. Louis picked Harry up off his lap and sat him down in his big office chair as he stood up. "Now, I'm letting you go this time, but only so you can tell the others the warning I gave you," Louis said as he walked around the desk and now stood next to Marcelo. "You got that?"

"Y-yes sir," Marcelo said nodding his head vigorously.

"Great!" Louis said clapping his hands together. "I pray you don't disappoint me doubt me again Marcelo, because there will be consequences," Louis said and kissed the top of Marcelo's head. His eyes went wide and he nodded his head in understanding.

Harry had seen his father do that before, it was a kiss of death. A warning, that if the recipient didn't follow the boss's orders, they'd be marked for death. Louis was brutal and Harry remembered that in this moment. One wrong move against him, would cost your life.

"Addio per ora Marcelo," Louis said and waved a dismissive hand. A silent Zayn and Liam emerged from the corners of the office and escorted a now terrified Marcelo out.

Louis walked back over to Harry who was silently sat in his chair, he picked him up and placed him onto his lap once again.

"Are you okay baby? You're awfully quiet," Louis said as he started to run his hands through Harry's curls.

"Lou, what did you mean when you said if he speaks on my name again?" Harry asked nervously. Louis could sense the fear in his boy's voice.

"Don't worry about it Haz, everything has been taken care of. I'm going to protect you," Louis mumbled into Harry's neck before lightly peppering kisses all over his neck and cheeks.

"Looouis," Harry giggled and tried pushing his lips away from his neck.

"Boss, we-" Liam started as him and Zayn reentered the room causing Harry and Louis to jump apart from each other. Harry's cheeks immediately started to heat up with a blush from being caught.

"We, can come back later. C'mon Liam," Zayn said tugging him back out to door to give the two lovebirds some privacy.

Louis just chuckled and shook his head before he returned his focus on kissing Harry, now moving to his lips. Harry's giggles were quickly replaced by soft pants and moans.

After snogging for a good 15 minutes they finally broke apart and rested their foreheads against each other's.

"I should probably tell you now," Louis said, still a little breathless. "I'm having some people over tomorrow, bad people. They kill innocents and I need to get rid of them so they don't do it again. Do you understand what I'm saying Harry?" Louis asked carefully, he didn't want to scare the boy and wasn't quite sure how he felt about killing ever since the look on his face at the restaurant.

"You have to kill them," Harry said quietly.

"Yes, exactly. It might be a little difficult and things might get messy, so we can't spend a lot of time together tomorrow. I'd also advise you to stay away from the back gardens until it's finished. I'm telling you now, so you wouldn't be caught off guard and walk in on something you didn't want to see," Louis said gently, waiting to gauge Harry's reaction.

"Yeah, I get it. I'll miss you," he said. Louis was shocked that he wasn't reacting more, but he guesses he could take that as a good thing, right?

"Well, we don't have to worry about it now. We still can spend all night together. Fancy watching a movie with me?"

"Yeah, we haven't sat down and done that in awhile," Harry said standing up and letting Louis him upstairs. Harry got confused when they passed the theater room and kept walking towards the bedrooms. "Louis, what are you doing?"

"We're going to watch the movie in my room," Louis said flashing Harry a grin before he pushed open the door to his bedroom. It was only the second time Harry had properly seen it and he looked around with curios eyes. "C'mon curly, get comfortable," Louis said plopping down on the bed and patting the space next to him.

Harry obliged and snuggled up next to Louis, immediately sinking into the comfortable bed. Louis flicked on the movie and cuddled Harry, but it was only about 20 minutes in and the lad had already fallen fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Louis just held Harry in his arms and decided to let him sleep.

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams," he said and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

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The drawing was too good to not share it. Also I apologize for the late update, I was in the hospital last night but all is good now!

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