Boss Bitch || Mafia!Larry || 1 ||

|| 15 ||

It was probably no secret that Louis liked attention. But he also loved to have time alone, to come down and relax. Especially now that he had so much on his mind. And he actually had a lot of work to do, but he put that off. Normally he didn't do that, he would also despise anyone who would dare to take things slowly in this plan... but he couldn't help it, he only had things to do that he didn't have to do right now. 

He sighed after he put the cup down, then called Liam with his bracelet. Wherever he was at that moment. And where was Zayn anyway?

"Send Harry to my office in the next half hour", he said, before breaking the connection, rubbing his eyes. He didn't know how much longer Harry would keep him on the fiddle, but Louis didn't know how much longer he wanted to. On the one hand, he wanted to sleep with Harry right now. But on the other hand, that was the only thing that gave him pleasure and seemed to amuse him at the moment. Probably because it was also the only situation in which Louis felt in control and powerful. Otherwise, Danielle, Quen, Aria... seemed to don't care right now. So, Louis would just keep trying to win him. In the end, it didn't mean that they couldn't continue this little game when Harry finally gave in for the first time, did it? Louis grinned at the thought, then got up to go to one of the monitors to maybe start the preparations after all.

***

This didn't last long, because when Louis' bracelet made a sound and a "Mr. Styles is here to talk to you, L'eue Courante" sounded, Louis replied with a quick "Send him in", but went to the front meeting table to stand there with his cup as gracefully as possible. Seriously, he wondered if he was doing it just to seduce Harry, or just to see the look on his face. Probably both. The doors opened and Louis was already looking forward to it.

But then he made a jump, immediately acting normal.

"Des Styles, um, hello", he said, trying not to show that he definitely hadn't expected this Mr. Styles. Des didn't seem to notice, nodded to him friendly.

"I didn't know you were in Germany", Louis said, laughing a bit to hide his embarrassment. And because he felt so ridiculous.

"Good afternoon, L'eue Courante. Yes, I've been in Germany for some time, I just heard that you're here, too. However, I have heard a lot about my son, Harry Styles, and I wanted to ask what to believe. At least from your point of view, because my son doesn't seem to tell me everything either"

Louis chuckled, drank his tea.

"Don't worry, your son is doing quite well"

Besides the fact that he won't sleep with me.

"I'm sure you've heard rumours of him being unloyal to DEATH and being in cahoots with Killing Morth"

"Yes, and I'm worried! Not because I expect him to, I know my son. But I know that this may come across like it when you don't know him well enough, and I wanted -"

"Don't worry"

Louis put the cup down.

"I had the chance to know your son a little better than those people who think he is like that. I don't believe in those stories. But I can also reassure you about the rumours, there will come a time where people won't talk about your son so much"

"That's right, there's a lot of talk. I partly don't know what to believe, because there are some rumours, I should be proud of"

Louis looked at him questioningly.

"I have heard a lot. That Harry has met so many important people, has worked in many headquarters ... it even goes so far that he seems to have saved your life"