Songs: Basta Ya by The Marías and Piledriver Waltz by Arctic Monkeys
Pre-note: omg thank you so much for 54k !! i'm so sorry for the late update, i've been writing this for over a week 0-0 but i think the effort was worth it
IMPORTANT: this chapter contains a mention of suicide, not any main characters but if you can't read this chapter because if that, please message me or leave a comment and i will summarize it for you.
[thank you to the talented LouisTwinklinson for the best idea ever that will now be a major part of this story !! i couldn't find the comment but thank you :'^)]
Despite making the biggest decision of his life, Harry still felt incomplete. After choosing Louis, he expected everything to fall into place, all his past commitments to be overshadowed by his new life. He was wrong, incredibly so. Work continued, the press stationed outside the office with their cameras and microphones. Harry resorts to taking the back entrance to avoid their questioning. It's always about Louis, La Puissance, and even that author, Dakota Spade.
Harry continues going to work, he plays dumb with weak attempts to help the case. He can sense Liam is getting irritated by their lack of leads since Zayn was staying clear of his usual spots. In a way, Harry still feels guilty. He gets the honour of indulging in Louis while his normal life remains a second course. He feels like he's just taking and taking, soaking up all that is offered without sparing a thought for giving back. Soon, he'll be an agent by day and a Don-trainee once the sun sets.
Today was uneventful, yet another day without Louis since the Donna was busy with his "new era" plans and Harry spent his hours listening to Liam defend his tactics about capturing La Reine's consigliere. He's witnessed many of Liam's fits of rage, though now he's much more wary of the man and his short temper. Huddled in his armchair in his bedroom, Harry is in the middle of reading a book when his phone rings. He smiles when seeing the contact name and answers with a swift, "Hello, Foxglove."
"Will you be coming for dinner?" Louis asks, in lieu of a greeting.
Harry holds the phone to his ear, "I'm invited?"
"Why wouldn't you be?" Louis shoots back, voice creamy. "You'll be meeting them soon for training and it's best to get a head start."
Of course, choosing Louis would be choosing his mafia, his family. Harry was going to be a part of that family soon, he was going to be their Don and here he was, nearly quivering with the thought of it. He could almost feel the intimidation that awaited him. All because he was unfit for the title of Don—but Harry was going to push aside his fear and do everything it takes to earn that name. "Oh," Harry gulps, "I-I guess so?"
"Are you nervous?" Louis' tone falls soft with his gentle accent.
Harry looks around his bedroom, those lonely messy sheets and wrinkled pillowcases. The white walls washed in the dull light from his lamp, illuminating the pages of the novel in his hand. He was planning on taking an early night in, he needed all the sleep he could manage if they were going to start training soon. He was unaware of what would welcome him beyond the doors of the mansion.
"I don't want to make it seem like I'm scared."
"But you are," Louis concluded, "and that's expected. You're moving from one side of the spectrum to the other, the uneasiness must be eating you alive."
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La Reine; larry stylinson (bottom!louis top!harry)
FanfictionIn Los Angeles, the garden of evil, there was a Queen. La Reine was what they called him. He lived in his beloved kingdom, La Puissance, in the middle of the land of gods and monsters. He was the ultimate power and everyone else is just a pawn. OR T...
