KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

RAGE IN THE BELLY

Louis puts the phone aside and then continues eating. He knows that it will to be extremely difficult or even impossible for him to convince Sia to let Matt stay with him for a few days on tour officially but nevertheless he wants to try it. Louis finishes his breakfast and gulps down the rest of his coffee before he deals Sia's number.

"Ask me that question again because I'm not sure if I understood it correctly," Sia grunts. The irony in his voice annoys Louis. It's clear Sia is using his power against Louis, wanting him to know who the boss. How

"You heard me."

"Say it again."

Fuck him. "Could Matt stay for a few days on tour with me?" Louis' voice sounds annoyed. He shouldn't talk to him like that when he wants something but he's an impulsive person who can't hide his feelings well. He feels absolutely stupid repeating his request, mostly because he knows the devil is just fucking with him for fun. Louis hates those redundant power games.

Sia lets out a cynical laugh. "You can be sure that I won't allow any visits as long as you're working with Styles."

"That's fucking unfair!"

"You have enough days off to see him when you're at home – which already is a huge risk for the business."

"We only have a few days off during the next months and you well know that I also want to spend time my family."

"Listen, people are supposed to think you're interested in Styles and only Styles."

Louis lets air flow through his lips. "Do you have an idea what that does to him? How Matt feels when he sees all those pictures and articles?"

"That's not my problem if he's not capable of dealing with business. Don't interfere in things that you're not responsible for. End of discussion. I won't allow him to visit you on tour as long as your stunt is on. Bye Louis."

"What the fuck!" Louis yells after Sia has ended the call. He hits the tabletop with the palm of his hand so hard that it hurts. Louis gets up and walks around like a tiger in a cage. "He's a fucking bastard," Louis yells, "a fucked-up bastard! I hate him! I hate him so fucking much!"

Suddenly, Louis can hear someone knocking on the entrance door. "Louis? Louis, are you okay?"

It's Niall. Louis wasn't thinking about the fact that someone could actually hear him swearing. He walks over to the door that's only a few feet away from him and opens it.

"What happened? I heard you yelling."

Louis lets Niall in. "Sia is such an asshole! He hates me with every fibre of his body, I swear!"

"Why should he hate you? Should I make some tea for you so that you can calm down?"

"No Niall, I don't want any tea. I want freedom – why is that such a big problem? What is this fucking business about? Lies, lies and lies all over the place! I have all that money and I really thought it would make me happy but the only one who's happy with everything is Sia with his fucking stupid ideas of dragging me for something that isn't even worth talking about!"

"Are you talking about stunting?"

"No, Niall, I'm talking about the weather!" Louis says sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. "Of course, I'm talking about stunting!" When Louis looks at Niall's face, he knows he shouldn't have talked to his friend in that tone. "Sorry," Louis sighs. "I didn't want to attack you for something you're not guilty for it's just . . . this whole thing is driving me crazy. I didn't mean to talk to you like this."

Niall puts his hand onto Louis' shoulder. "Don't worry, it's okay. Tell me what happened." He guides Louis to the sofa where the boys sit down. Louis isn't the type of person who bottle things up and don't talk about their problems. He's quite the contrary. He needs to talk when he's enraged, Louis needs to get everything out.