La Reine; larry stylinson (bottom!louis top!harry)

18. chiselled masterpiece.

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey

Louis was in the middle of a fairly important meeting with an L.A. gang. They were discussing the possibility of La Puissance becoming one of their suppliers. Louis was interested in the idea of spreading his control with the gang's various territories scattered around Los Angeles, but he was suspicious of the gang's relatively new and powerful street status. When his phone rings and he reads the contact name, he has Zayn usher the gang members out of his office for privacy.

"Hi, daddy." He greets. "I'm currently in a very important meeting so I may not have enough time to get you off." It's basically a tradition, every night Harry would call him with a deep voice and Louis would speak with sultry words to help the man reach his release. "Though, if you're desperate, I can--"

"That's not why I called," Harry's voice is slightly muffled, "I just miss you."

Louis laughs lightly. "It's only been a little over a week since you've last seen me and I've sent you pictures so you wouldn't miss me."

Harry huffs. "Yes, pictures of your... very, very, very lovely body, but none of your face. I miss your face."

"I would plan for us to have dinner tonight but I'm quite busy, I'm expanding my dealers, daddy. Let me be." Louis truly adored Harry. The man was so handsome and sweeter than sugar, Louis wouldn't admit that he had trouble sleeping without him. Their connection was a drug that he fell addicted to. All in a dangerously short amount of time.

Harry whines over the line. "I have to tell you something."

"Hm?" Louis skims through the papers on his desk. Several of them were printed pages of some assets and others were of background checks of the new gang.

"I'm going back to Paris tomorrow. I'll be gone for seven days."

That catches Louis' attention, he perks up in his chair. "Well, have fun, darling. Send pictures."

There was a long pause before Harry's voice returns. "I want you to come with me."

Louis stands, his heels click off the floor as he walks to the tall window. The sky was a wash of orange and purple among the faded clouds, it was a relaxing sunset to end the day. "Oh, Harry," he cooed, "You can survive a week without me."

"No, I can't." Harry insists. "Not after everything we've done."

"We have kissed and touched each other, daddy. Nothing too serious in my books." Louis says slowly. "I have been in relationships before—and the two of us are merely strangers who can appreciate each other's bodies." He continues with a playful twang in his voice. "I could drop you and not give it a second thought."

Harry makes an offended noise but recovers with a scoff. "I call bullshit."

The Donna pouts. "Did I make you upset, kitten?"

"That isn't my name."

"Oh, but of course, Mister Harry Edward Styles." Louis teases. "Or, does your ego wish for me to address you differently? Let's see, is it Daddy, Master, or Sir?"

Harry groans lowly. "You're so mouthy."

"I'm aware." Louis' tone is high pitched and creamy. "You enjoy my mouth."

"I'd love to enjoy it right now." Harry shoots back.

A heat flares up in Louis' panties, he fans his face with his hand. "I'm usually more well-behaved and respectful but you've made me want to break a few rules."

"Fuck, I need to see you again," Harry growls. "Foxglove, don't make me go alone."

"You'll be with a co-worker, correct?" Louis sits on his desk, dragging his nails over the black velvet of his dress. It melted against his body and ended at his knees. "I'm assuming Mr. Payne, your partner will be accompanying you."