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

24. Nine Lives.

Pre-note: I asked this before but I want to ask again :^) what songs remind you of this story ?

Songs for this chapter: Taylor Swift - False God & Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones
P.S. thank you very much for 73.8K ! (and always wear your seatbelts !) &... harry is looking beefy lately..😳

New York City is under snowfall. Harry waits for a taxi at the airport, mouth tucked under the collar of his jacket, and luggage by his side. He watches the people walk left and right, or hide inside from the cold breeze. His breath is visible and his nose carrying a lovely shade of red. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, rolling on the balls of his feet.

The taxi soon arrives and Harry tells him the address. The driver begins the journey and Harry directs his attention to the slightly foggy window. It takes longer than Harry expected, despite being nearly seven in the morning.

After thanking and paying the driver, Harry enters through the large glass doors of the hotel and the heat wraps around him. The lobby is sparkling with glass chandeliers dangling and luscious bouquets of flowers on every table. There are small seating areas with white couches, shiny glass tables, a few people occupying the spaces with a cellphone or newspaper in their hands. Employees are dressed in their uniform, red jacket with gold details and black pants.

Directly by the elevator is a familiar blond clad in a dark blue denim jacket. Harry takes long strides to him, weaving through the line of guests and rolling his luggage behind him.

"Where is he?"

"Well, hello to you too." Niall laughs. "He can't really go around showing his face if you forgot."

"Will I see him?"

Niall sighs, walking into the elevator, he swipes the card and presses one of the top buttons. "Is that even a question?"

Soon means very soon, as in the few seconds the elevator takes to reach the top floor. Louis is standing in the kitchen, hovering over the stove and frying something in a pan. He's wearing eyeglasses, a black silk robe and his hair fluffy as if he just woke up. He looks up as the elevator dings, a soft smile taking over his features. "Good morning."

The penthouse is quite plain and spacious. It was split level, the lower with a hallway and three clean white couches, large television and coffee table. On the upper level and next to the kitchen was a small bar by the balcony. Harry drops his luggage and goes straight to Louis.

"Smells nice," He dips down to press his cold nose to the man's warm neck, Louis squirms. "And you do as well."

"Mhm, thought you'd be hungry after that flight."

"I'm hungry, but not only for food." Harry shamelessly flirts, keeping his face in the crook of Louis' shoulder.  He presses his fingers deeper into the man's hips. "Do we have plans?"

"Yes," Louis answers. "How long are you off from work?"

"My flight leaves tomorrow night."

Harry hovers over him for the rest of the morning, Niall leaves somewhere in between but Harry pays no mind. He watches Louis cook some French toast, the smell mutes the small lavender candle by the counter. Louis seems quite effortless in the kitchen, and also fries omelettes with chopped vegetables. He ignores most of Harry's wandering hands, even when he bends down to retrieve a container of strawberries and Harry gives his bottom a cheeky squeeze.

Soon enough they're sitting at the table, Niall included, with French toast, omelettes, and sliced fruit with fresh smoothies. Harry patiently waits for Louis to sit before eating, he keeps a hand on the man's thigh, gripping a little rough when Niall strikes up a conversation, in Italian of course.