SWEET COINCIDENCES | LS

the third chapter

"Have you been in contact with the marketing team?" Louis father sharply inquired through the phone, making Louis squeeze his eyes shut. He could already feel the shadow of a headache looming over him.

"Yes, father."

"They have brought excellent publicity, Louis. Unless you have not even read the articles about our company dated from yesterday?" He could practically see his father raising his bushy grey eyebrows through the phone.

"No father, but I'll do that right now." Louis sighs as he rubs his temple, eager to hang up the phone. "Besides I have to get going before—"

"Listen, Louis." His father's voice toughens, "There will be an exceptional amount of eyes on us once we finally release the fact we have bought the buildings downtown. You need to stay on top of things."

"I know." Louis grimly replies, his hand gripping the phone tighter than he means to. He wanted to correct that Louis bought the buildings not his retired father.

"Good, so don't fuck up." His father sharply warns, his voice low and cruel, reminding Louis of the fear of his father instilled in him. The reason he couldn't stand up to him no matter how much courage he could manage to muster. 

The phone hangs up.

Just in time, the rumbling train echoes through the station as it pulls up. Louis lifts his briefcase off the cold, cracked concrete of the underground area. He readjusts the ends of his suit a bit harsher than intended before stepping in through the open doors with a low exhale.

The train is quite full, the morning crowd heading off to work taking up most of the small space. So Louis sets his leather briefcase between his feet and stands, tightly gripping a handle above him with a gloved hand.

As the train doors ring and slide shut, the floor begins to rumble and shake. A lost, frail body stumbles past him before the image can settle in his mind, bumping against his shoulder without a care.

Louis glances over, slightly offended the person hadn't even bothered to apologize. Not that most people in trains had manners, but he was already so frustrated from his phone call that nearly anything was getting onto his nerves.

His eyes widen the slightest when he eyes over at a familiar head of tumbling chestnut curls. A pair of green eyes flit up as if they could sense Louis's stare.

"Can I help you?" The boy tilts his head, batting his curled lashes slowly as he acknowledges the man's presence.

Louis bites his lip, for some reason he was irritated at the fact the boy didn't even seem to recognize him.

"No." He finally replies quietly, his voice sounding more like an provoked grumble. And he's turning back to face forward, hearing a small breath from beside him.

"You seem very tense." The boy's voice is smooth and buttery, very much unlike his voice before. Rasped and drunk.

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Harry knows men like these, stubborn, tense and usually very frustrated... sexually. The usual customer.

It usually only takes a few sweet words mumbled in their ear and he has them fucking him in the backseat of a payed cab.

However, this man seemed a little more hard headed, his thick strings wound up a little too tight. But that was only enticing to a boy such as Harry.

"I can help you, you know?" Harry offers innocently, watching as the man's jaw clenches but he doesn't say a word in reply. "I'm sure something quick will help you feel better." He touches a few dainty fingers to the man's suited arm, earning a quick glare as the man whips around to face him.