KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

PROLOGUE

On a sunny October morning, Louis parks his car in front of the huge, modern office building in central London. He's definitely not in a good mood because his PR manager had called him a few days ago to come to the office today. It was planned that Louis should have some days off so he wasn't supposed to work at all but obviously, things have changed. He slams the door of his car angrily before he takes out a cigarette, lights it and leans against his black Range Rover. He blows the smoke into the cold autumn air. Watching the smoke vanishing into the air calms him. Minutes later, Louis enters the building that consists of polished steel, glass and expensive white marble inside.

Louis takes the elevator to the last floor. Although the view from up there is beautiful, he doesn't pay attention to it. Louis walks along the bright hallway, then turns right where his manager's office is located. In front of it, there is a huge reception desk. Of course, nobody is allowed to step into Sia's office without an appointment. The older lady who works for Sia, Mrs. Leonard, looks like a stewardess with her grey hair pulled up in a bun. The navy-blue blazer and the white shirt are on point and suit her already austere face even more. Thick, black glasses complete her stern look. Whoever wants to pass without talking to her will not survive the confrontation, for sure. She's like a predator, the same type as her boss she's working for. She's perfect for this job and fits into this merciless business like no other. Louis doesn't like to small-talk with Mrs. Leonard because her disparaging way of talking is unbearable for him. When he comes closer to her, he can see her eyes flashing, full of venom as she's scrutinizing Louis like a snake that has focussed on its prey.

"Good morning, do you have an appointment?"

"Yeah, 11:30."

"Identity card," Mrs. Leonard says equally rude and reaches out her hand demandingly.

Louis frowns. "You know me, I'm Louis Tomlinson from One-,"

"I don't care who you are. Even if you were the emperor of China, I wouldn't care. Identity card."

Louis takes his ID card out of his wallet and throws it onto the counter top. He doesn't think of handing it to her politely. "Here."

Mrs. Leonard gives him a stringent look but stays quiet. She takes the card, puts it on her desk next to the keyboard and starts typing something into her computer - her look alternating between the screen and the ID card. Louis has no idea what she's doing. Secretly he thinks she's just pretending to work in order to annoy people. Mrs. Leonard has known Louis for about three years now and she does that every time he has an appointment.

"Go inside and wait there until Mr. Sia calls you in," she says, pointing to the small room on the left.

Louis puts his ID card back into his wallet and walks over to the translucent glass door. As he opens it, he can't believe his eyes. There's a tall, young man sitting on one of the white leather chairs. He's holding a phone in his hands and looks up when Louis enters the room. Louis' eyes narrow as he looks at him. "Harold? What are you doing here?"

"Good morning," the young man greets him in a low voice. "You know that's not my name."

Louis sits down opposite him and bends forward, ignoring his complaint. "Don't you have work to do such as buying expensive designer clothes for your snobbish ego or updating your social network accounts?" Louis gives him a disparaging look. Out of all people, why is he here?

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Harry Edward Styles is a professional model who's booked buy Gucci and other luxury designer brands. Since Louis had met the tall young man with the curly hair at a Burberry fashion show in London, he started recognizing his campaigns everywhere: in magazines, TV spots, even on the huge screens in New York City.