KINDERGARTEN [L.S]

𝑶𝒏𝒆

ONE

Just like every other morning, I found myself behind my desk, looking down to the streets of London.

I was buried in paperwork from some case one of the lawyers passed to me to find the loopholes on some shady contract.

Always doing their dirty work.

I blinked slowly, arranging my reading glasses and refocusing on the tiny letters imprinted on the paper.

I was used to this.
Thousands of papers, folders, envelopes.
Marking the errors with my pen, underlining the important parts, letting everything served for the real lawyers to do their job at the tribunals.

It was a good salary though.
So I never complained. It was all part of the plan.

One more page of countless words, one more time my reading glasses slide down my nose, one more time I thanked the God above I had finished my cup of tea because otherwise it would be all over the desk by now.

My personal phone rang, snapping me out of my reading.

Brianna.

"What the fuck? Is it my day today?" - I whispered to myself before picking up, then I heard her annoying voice on the other side of the line.

"Louis!"

"What?"

"I need you to please go pick up Freddie from school."

"It's not my day today, I'm at work."

"And I'm busy too, Louis." - She said, sternly. - "His teacher just called, he's not feeling well, he just threw up."

"I can't leave the office."

"And I can't leave the studio either. I'm in the middle of a shoot."

"I'll call Niall to pick him up then."

"Niall's not the father, you are!"

"Yeah, and I'm working to pay his fucking expensive school and your house, and everything else, so excuse me, but I can't leave work."

"Fine. Call Niall or do whatever. But it's on you now. Your son is throwing up at school and someone needs to take him to the doctor."

"Fine." - And so I hung up the phone, huffing in annoyance.

Picking the phone again, I called Niall.

It was pretty early in the morning yet, so, I doubted he would be up, working overnight, he usually slept until midday.
So, I was surprised when he picked up almost immediately.

"Lou?" - I heard a sobbing voice.

"Niall? Are you alright, mate?"

"No." - I heard him sobbing.

"Are you crying? What's wrong?"

"Lila broke up with me."

Oh, that bitch.

"Okay. Fuck. Okay. Hang in there, mate. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes, okay?"

"What for?" - He sobbed.

"Uhm, boys adventure." - I lied, improvising.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Put some clothes on. I'll be there soon."

I hung up and hit my forehead against the desk.
A sick son and a heartbroken best friend.

Great way to start the week.