KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

CONSEQUENCES

"Good morning, gentleman! Please come in." Louis gives his manager a questioning look but stays silent. The middle-aged man waits until Harry and Louis are inside the office, then he closes the door behind them. He walks towards the huge, cherry wood desk and points at the black leather chairs in front of it. "Take a seat." He offers Harry and Louis a glass of water before he sits down on his own chair. He leans forward, patterns both men and folds his hands eventually.

"Why is he here?" Louis asks.

Sia stays unimpressed by Louis' attitude. He keeps looking at him with sharp eyes before he opens a drawer next to the table and throws the newest issue of the "Sun" onto the desk in front of Louis. Sie takes a biro and taps loudly at the heading on the front page. "Do you think this might be useful for your career?" His tone is as sharp as his eyes that are glaring at Louis. The man adjusts his brown glasses and pauses. "Or maybe for his?" He points toward Harry.

Louis lets out an annoyed sound and lets his hands fall onto his thighs. "I don't care about his career."

"But at least you should care about yours, don't you think?" Sia almost shouts. "Jesus, Louis!" He opens the folder next to him and pulls out a document. "You're giving the media too much negative press by behaving like you had nothing to lose but it's not like that, Louis William Tomlinson. Plus, thank God, your unallowed outing hasn't affected your and your band's popularity." His tone is beyond angry. "If it would have, I swear I'd crushed you mentally and financially."

Louis knows that's the point where he should keep his mouth shut although he would like to tell this horrible person in front of him what he really thinks about him. Sia gets up and copies the document twice. He hands one to Harry and another one to Louis who immediately puts it back on the table, not even looking at it.

The man sits down again. "The band is successful at this point, very successful and that's why I have to act before it's too late." Louis frowns and points his thumb at Harry. "But you know he's not in the industry, don't you?" He crosses his arms in front of his chest as he leans back in his chair. Louis at least managed to bite his tongue for more than five seconds. A record. "Why is he here?"

Sia gets up from his chair and hits the desk with the palms of his hands. "Stop talking to me like I'm one of your friends, Louis!" he shouts angrily. "Is that clear?" Louis doesn't look at him. He won't give him the attention he wants. "He's here because you messed up and I'm the one who needs to correct your outrageous behaviour now. I have invested a fortune into this band and before you ruin everything that has been built up until now, I'm going to do everything possible to prevent this project from failing, do you understand my words? Answer me!"

"Yeah," Louis grunts quietly. He hates Sia, he hates him with every fibre of his body, he really does. All that matters for him is money and power, nothing else.

The man sits down again. "You should thank Mr. Styles for helping you out of this mess. He's going to become your fake boyfriend within the next months."

"What the fuck?! Why?"

"Calm down, Louis! What you and the band need right now is positive publicity and only positive publicity. Pretending to have a famous partner is a common way in the business, as you should know." Sia's tone has calmed down a little bit. "Mr. Styles is the perfect person for this job. He's polite, successful, he has manners, a clean-cut image, he's successful and the right look. It's for sure that the press is going to love your relationship and that's what we need after that disaster! People like reconciliations more than anything and a resulting relationship is going to turn out golden, especially in your case. Of course, this will be a process that will leave enough room for speculation. You won't give the public what they might want in the beginning."