Chapter 1 - Hire Someone Now!

A/N

The story is will be in Louis POV the entire time unless I specifically state otherwise.

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This story is my own and is complete fiction. There is no offence intended. The characters do not reflect the people in real life. Please do not translate my story. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. (x) This is a Larry Stylinson story so if you do not like please do not read. This story has not been edited therefore there will be some grammar errors etc. Also There will be SOME smut in this book (I’m not great at writing it sorry) so if its not your kind of thing please skip those chapters. I will put a warning for that. I will try to remember to post any trigger warnings but I will admit I do forget quite often so I apologise. I will try to update weekly. Please remember to like and comment as it keeps me motivated. Thankyou! :)

LOUIS-POV

’ Confession’ is a voluntary statement by the accused directly acknowledging their guilt’.

So I confess.

Alright, mate, I’ll give it another shot. Here’s a more novel-like version, with a touch of the original language:

Right now, I’ve got this burning rage inside me, craving to strangle someone. And guess who? That goddamn head chef of mine just fucking bailed, without even giving a two weeks’ notice. Now I’ve got a room full of VIPs and no one to run my damn kitchen.

“Liam!!!”

I could see the panic in Liam’s eyes as he barged into my office. He knows my mood just from the way I yelled his name.

“Pierre fucking walked out, just quit like that! Find me a replacement ASAP. I’ve got a packed house out there and I need tonight to go smoothly. Sort this shit out now… please.”

Liam snatched his phone from his back pocket and started dialing like a madman.

“No worries, Lou. I’m on it. Don’t stress, it’ll be fine.”

He replied, rushing out of the room. Liam’s not just my personal assistant, he’s also my closest friend. I stood up from my desk, brushing off a speck of lint from my dark blue suit. Taking one last drag of my cigarette, I made my way down to the main prep room. I could only imagine the chaos my staff was in without a leader, especially on a night like tonight.

As I stroll down the hallway, my ears perk up at the sound of a ruckus in the dining room. I take a deep breath and push open the traffic door. My gaze immediately lands on a distinguished older gent, probably in his 50s, pointing his finger and unleashing a torrent of anger at none other than my top-notch waiter, Jack.

Thank the culinary gods that Jack is a seasoned pro, even at his tender age of 23. He’s been with me at my restaurant since he was just a spry 16-year-old.

“Sir, please allow me to assure you that we’re doing our damned best. Your meal will be served in a jiffy,” Jack calmly reassures the irate customer.

I know Jack is screaming internally, so I do what I do best: smooth things over and resolve the damn issue. With a full house tonight, I can’t have this obnoxious bloke driving others away.

By the way, the name’s Louis Tomlinson, the mastermind behind London’s most sought-after eatery, ‘28RED’. I’m all about the culinary world, mate, but truth be told, I can’t cook for shit! What I can do, though, is work my magic with my exceptional bargaining skills. I can talk my way through anything, my friend, just wait and see.

“Step aside, Jack. Let me handle this,” I say, giving Jack a reassuring smile as he scurries off to the kitchen.

I turn to the gentleman and ask, “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

He gives me a disdainful once-over and rudely scrunches up his face. “I’d rather speak to the manager, kid.”

My patience quickly dwindles from 100 to 0. I’m beyond pissed. It always pisses me off me when people like this assume I’m younger than I am and refuse to believe that I’m the one in charge. But I put on my innocent smile and bite my fucking tongue.

“Well, you’re in luck tonight, because I am the manager. Name’s Louis. How can I assist you?” I say, as the man huffs and settles back into his seat.

“Oh! So you’re Mr. Tomlinson, huh? Well, let me tell you, we’ve been waiting for nearly an hour for our meals. This is outrageous, and my family and I are not bloody happy one bit.”

Fucking hell.

Freaking Pierre. This whole mess is his fault, but I can’t exactly tell this guy that our chef has just up and left, can I? So, I rely on another one of my talents… I lie.

“I’m terribly sorry about the wait. We’re absolutely swamped tonight, and our chef is working his ass off to catch up. Your meals will be out very soon. How about I offer you a bottle of wine on the house to make up for the delay?”

As expected, he just nods his head in agreement. I snap my fingers and signal Aria, our front-of-house waitress.

“Please fetch a bottle of the house wine for this gentleman ASAP.”

“Yes, sir,” Aria replies, hurrying off to fulfill the request.

“Again, I’m sorry, mate. I’ll make sure my staff brings your meals promptly,” I say to the man, who continues to stare at the tablecloth and impatiently taps his fingers.

Shit.

I rush to the kitchen, where I find Liam still on the phone. This can’t be good. Worry is etched all over his face, and I don’t even have to ask to know that he still hasn’t found anyone. It’s baffling, really. With how popular my restaurant is, you’d think people would be lining up for a chance to work here.

Usually, my hiring process is a whole ordeal. I only hire the best of the best, with a super intense two-part interview. But tonight, I couldn’t care less. I just need food to start appearing.

The moment Liam hangs up the call, I look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, tell me you’ve found someone?” I beg, as Liam hesitates and nervously bites his bottom lip.

“Shit, fucking hell!!” I exclaim, scanning my eyes around the kitchen.

“Where’s Bruno?” I demand, my frustration mounting. My team knows me too well. They can sense my stress and agitation, so it’s no surprise when no one answers me.

“Where the fuck is my sous chef?” I yell, slamming my hand on the bench.

“He called in sick just before the shift started,” Liam replies softly.

“Oh fucking great, just great!” I mutter, looking around the kitchen. I usually have five people in the kitchen: a chef, a sous chef, and three kitchen hands. But all I see are three kitchen hands. My eyes land on a huge pile of food orders, untouched by anyone. I feel like I could faint.

“Mr. Tomlinson,” Jack’s voice interrupts as he enters the room.

“There’s a man demanding to talk to you.”

“For fuck’s sake, what now?” I grumble, feeling the weight of the night’s chaos on my shoulders. Liam picks up his phone again, dialing another number.

“Point out the table,” I demand, my frustration evident. Jack’s face drops.

“Don’t need to, it’s the same prick as before,” he replies.

I try to come up with an excuse as I approach the man’s table, but I don’t even get a chance to speak before he roars at me.

“This place is a joke! I demand my money back!” he shouts.

I’ve had a shit night, and I’m done dealing with this asshole. I mean, I understand his frustration, but I need him out of my hair so I can focus on fixing my kitchen mess.

“Of course, sir. I apologize for the trouble. We’re currently experiencing some issues in the kitchen. I’ll gladly refund your money. I’ll be back in a moment,” I say, walking past Jack through the tables.

“Please fully refund table 10 immediately.”

I almost make it back to the kitchen door when a man stops me near the bar, his voice deep and husky.

“Excuse me, Mr. Tomlinson, is it?” he asks. I turn around, examining the man’s features. He’s tall with short dark hair, wearing a black shirt with white polka dots and black suit pants. He stands there, smiling at me.

“That’s me. I’m sorry about the wait, I really am. We’ve lost our chef tonight, but if you require a refund, please go and speak to…” I begin, but the man’s smile grows larger as he looks intrigued, interrupting me.

“No, that’s not what I wanted to discuss with you. I’m sorry for eavesdropping, but I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re having some trouble in the kitchen. I wanted to ask if maybe you need some help?” the man says, his voice sincere.

I look at him, confused, raising my eyebrows in hopes of further clarification. He seems to understand my expression.

“Oh, I’m a chef and looking for work. I’m more than happy to jump into the kitchen and help save your evening… if you would like, that is,” he offers.

I continue to stare at him in silence. Is this man kidding? I never have luck on my side, so this doesn’t seem real to me. I must have taken a little too long to reply, lost in my own thoughts.

“I’m sorry, that was silly and completely unprofessional of me to ask. Of course, a nice place like this wouldn’t hire someone without even seeing a resume. I’m sorry.” he apologizes, his disappointment evident.

As I watched the man start to leave, a wave of desperation washed over me. I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

“Hey!” I called out, hoping to catch his attention. He spun back around, a curious look on his face.

“If your offer still stands, then I’d gladly accept your help,” I said, a mix of relief and hope in my voice.

The man smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, just give me a quick second.”

He hurried back to his table and spoke to the man he was obviously dining with. Then, he quickly returned to my side.

“Let’s go,” he said, determination in his voice.

I nodded and gestured towards the traffic door, leading him to the prep room. Liam was still on the phone, and I signaled for him to end the call. ‘A chef,’ I mouthed to him as he let out a huge sigh, wiping his forehead. I turned back to the new, unexpected chef, only to find him already pulling on an apron and browsing through the menu.

He was already deep in conversation with the kitchen staff, effortlessly giving out directions, and I couldn’t help but be amazed at how quickly the kitchen was now buzzing with activity. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that things were finally falling into place. Liam came over and stood beside me, a look of awe on his face.

“He’s great. Where did you find him, Lou?” Liam asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

I looked at Liam and grinned. “I didn’t, actually. He found me,” I replied, my excitement still palpable as I watched him sort through the pile of orders.

Liam’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Well, that’s lucky! By the way, what’s his name?” he asked, genuinely curious.

My heart skipped a beat. I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t even thought to ask his name. I looked at Liam and shrugged, a sheepish grin on my face.

“Hey, Green eyes” I called out, hoping he would look up. He lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine.

“What’s your name?” I asked, eager to finally know.

A small smile played on his lips as he replied, “Harry. My name is Harry Styles.”

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The night continued on without any more hassles and thank god because tonight had really worn me out mentally. As I sit in my office pouring myself a scotch, I feel its time to confess.

’ Had I hired Harry spontaneously because I was desperate? I mean I hadn’t even seen any qualifications. Or was it simply because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from those gorgeous dimples he possessed or maybe those tantalizing green eyes, or those pink pouty full lips of his that I wanted so desperately to devour? Nope it was defiantly the image of the hot fucking physique of this beautiful man that is known as ‘Harry Styles’

A/N

What do you think of the story? Should I continue?

What do you think of Louis confession?

Also sorry this chapter is a little short, I did that as its the intro.

Most chapters will be genuinely 3000 words.

Also I am no chef nor work in the industry so names and words regarding working in a restaurant won’t be accurate. It’s only a book don’t come at me lol

Chapter2 - Who is that?

LOUIS-POV

While I’m not one to boast about material possessions, I can’t help but acknowledge the sense of pride that comes with my current circumstances. Gratitude fills me as I find myself in a remarkably comfortable position, fortunate enough to have few worries, with financial stability being one of them. The journey of hard work spanning many years has led me to the contentment I now enjoy.

Having turned my second floor above my restaurant into an apartment was one of the smartest decisions I’ve ever made. However its generally not my usual place of residence. Only a short distance from the restaurant, roughly a 20 minute drive, I own an impressive two story modern day mansion. Considering I spend majority of my time at the restaurant anywhere up to 14 hour days, so I often choose to just spend the night in my ‘second home’.

That way I have quicker and easier access to my excessively busy place of business. For instance like last night for an example. After having such a hectic night and a few bevies, I crashed here and I’m rather glad I did as I’ve just come to feel the massive headache I’ve acquired as I stumble towards the bathroom hoping a shower will somehow freshen and wake me up. Glancing at the time I notice its already 10am but I’m not fussed. I am the boss after all and If I accidentally sleep in a little then so be it.

I check my phone for messages and notice a missed call from Liam. I don’t need to respond, I already know the reason he has called. I’m always in the office by 9am and I’m never late. I’m always punctual so today has thrown him a bit. My staff, Liam included, are all aware that I sometimes reside up here and they are also all under strict instructions that they are to NEVER under any circumstance come up to this level. It is forbidden and anyone who dares to disobey me is automatically fired.

Sundays are generally quiet in the restaurant, still busy but no where near as much as Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. So todays routine is pretty much the same as any other Sunday. Check stock, go over payslips, approve rosters and crunch the restaurants money intake for the week but lets be clear none of this will happen before I get my morning tea.

Like clockwork, Liam is still patiently waiting for me by my office door.

“ Well there’s a day I thought Id never see, Louis Tomlinson late for work!“

I snigger at his remark as I grab the clipboard as Liam passes it to me, while I take the cuppa with my other spare hand. We both continue to walk down the hall, making our way to the prep room where I normally have a little quick staff meeting.

Scanning through the notes and messages I realise todays ’to do ’ list is rather short and fuck I’m glad cos this fucking headache is still refusing to budge.

“ This wont take me long to do today payno. Might spend the afternoon upstairs again.“

Liam nodded in understanding, fully grasping the underlying message in my words.

“Are you certain? Because there’s someone…” I trailed off, opening the imposing door, letting it swing in its heavy frame, a hushed atmosphere awaiting within. As I strode into the room, my eyes still glued to the to-do list on my clipboard, the soft hum of conversation tapered off. A voice then emerged, sending a shockwave through my senses.

“Good morning, Mr. Tomlinson.”

My heartbeat quickened as I locked eyes with none other than Harry Styles.

“Harry… Um… Hello. I thought your start date was next Monday?”

Turning my head to give Liam a questioning look, he quickly whispered.

“ I was trying to let you know he was here, but you cut me off remember.“

I’ve already accepted the fact that my self conscious will never get tired of gawking at the beautiful features this man holds. I’m not sure wearing black tight skinny jeans and a dark red button up shirt is entirely appropriate for this workplace but for him and he alone, I would allow it.

Eyeing him up and down I can not deny how attractive this man really is. His jeans are super tight and id be wondering how the hell he actually gets into them if my attention wasn’t already on his lower region, where the outline of his ’ package’ is clearly visible.

I could feel a twitch in my own pants and had to awkwardly shift a little repositioning myself in hopes of clearing my mind from the devilish thoughts that were consuming my head. When our eyes met again I was greeted with a small smirk which also radiated those sexy fucking dimples. Fuck.

I’m not 100% sure but there’s a massive chance that he has totally noticed me checking him out and if I spoke truthfully then I’m pretty confident that he also was giving me a once over. With the smile he is producing and the way his eyes have turned to nothing but lust, Id say he also must be feeling the attraction just as much as me.

I was pulled from my thoughts by Liam’s deliberate cough.

“ Shall we?“

Liam passed me the roster and I proceeded to read it aloud, making any necessary changes that anyone saw fit. I value my staff. I strive to keep my workplace a peaceful one. I treat my workers like family and that’s probably why I am highly respected.

Every morning before anyone starts their shift I like to give a small pep talk, not only to brighten their enthusiasm for the day but also so everyone feels included and up to date on all current issues. With that being said, my staff also know that I like punctuality. I like commitment and I certainly do not accept any excuses.

“ Right! Now all of the formalities are out of the way, get off your asses and get to work“

That earned a few giggles. That’s one thing I really enjoy about our boss/staff relationship. They all have come to understand my sassiness and constant unfiltered sarcasm but they also recognise the boundaries that they dare not cross.

As I finish up collecting my phone and notes from the bench I notice Liam approaching Harry. Liam is by far the hardest worker here and he is dam good at his job.

That’s why I already understand what it is that he is about to do. Sometimes you see, I can in fact be selfish…..very selfish, and all I want right at this current moment is some one on one alone time with this adorable heartthrob whos standing only a few feet away from me.

“ Thankyou, I will take it from here.“

Liam raised his eye brows at me, curious as to why id said that.

“ But I was just going to go over the employee contract and all the rules“

“ I know, let me. I want to get to know our new chef a little more. He may already be talented in the looks department but id like to actually make sure he is actually talented in the kitchen“

Liam’s eyes widened at my sudden interest and simply nodded. He knows me too well and just by that comment alone, he knew to leave the room. This may be the time to let a little secret come to life. Liam may be my best worker and my best friend but he is also the only one who knows the real me. The good the bad and the ugly.

Being my personal Assistant he has seen and heard things that I would only ever trust him with and that is why he is the only staff member under a strict Non Disclosure Agreement (NDA).

I couldn’t help but notice the blush that had formed in Harrys cheeks as he pursed his lips together starring at the ground. Well shit, looks as though pretty boy is embarrassed.

I’m starting to think I’m going to have a lot more fun with this man than I had originally planned. No that’s the crappiest lie I’ve probably ever told. Ever since I first laid eyes on this man, I’ve had non stop imagines rummaging through my head of all the naughty things id like to do to him, including the one I’m having right now, trying to hold back my desire to bend him over this bench and vigorously pound into him. Jesus Lou pull your shit together.

“ So Harry, pull up a seat, I want to hear more about you“

Glancing at my watch I couldn’t believe how fast time had flown, having realised we had just spent the last hour discussing Harrys qualifications, training and his passion towards cooking for people.

I do have to admit, I zoned out a lot of the conversation as I couldn’t draw my eyes away from his red plumptious lips, they are too bloody distracting. It amazes me how easy the conversation is flowing and it just feels as though I’ve known him forever.

“ Well lets see it then“

“ See what?“

“ Your best dish Harry. The one meal that you are proud of. What sparked your interest for food.“

Harry smirked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“ Ok, sure. I can do that“ “

“Good. Make sure to let me know when you are done”

I turned away from him as I pulled out my phone and dialled Liam.

“ Hey Liam. I will be upstairs, you know what to do.“

I hung up and returned my attention back to Harry.

“ Make sure to impress me styles.“ I said with a wink.

Well there it is, just upped my flirting game. A wink, what the fuck was I thinking? I cant really answer that one but for what ever reason it must have been the right decision as Harry cheekily responded

“ I’m pretty sure I already have, but I’m full of hidden surprises.“

Fuck, I internally groaned.

The fuck, did he just flirt back? Surely not, this was going all too easy. No its probably just some good olé’ platonic banter. As I made my way upstairs I couldn’t prevent the smile that was forming on my face.

It wasn’t until an hour later that I got the pleasure of Harrys company once again. Although this time round was rather….Lets say….Interesting.

Out of my peripheral vision I notice Harry standing at the entrance of my apartment.

My apartment is entirely open, so when you reach the top of the stairs, there is no door. You literally just enter straight into my room. His standing there frozen, not saying a word and there’s no way I’m going to acknowledge his presence.

Not when I have this gorgeous blonde haired Irish lad currently on his knees before me. A few seconds pass and I realise Harry hasn’t left. If he wants to watch then I will gladly give him a show.

My pants are hung around my knees and I run both my hands through this boys hair, finally settling on roughly holding his head firm as I begin to thrust quickly , deep throating him as I harshly fuck into his mouth. I can feel I’m getting close to exploding and I arch my back, my head falling backwards as moans start to escape my mouth.

“ Fucking hell Niall“ I hiss loudly.

I feel myself spill my warm cum down his throat and I slowly pull out, using my thumb to wipe a bit of cum into Nialls mouth that was falling out of his lips. It was only now as I start to put my cock away that I notice Harry turn around and leave.

After cleaning myself up, I slowly make my way downstairs. I’m in no hurry, if anything I’m wanting to prolong his time of coming to terms on what he just witnessed. I’m almost ready to enter the kitchen when I hear a conversation between Liam and Harry.

Harry: “ Liam why didn’t anyone tell me Louis was gay?“

Liam: “ Excuse me!! What did you just say? why would you think that?“

Harry: “ I’m sorry, I just seen him with a man upstairs and I just .“

Liam : “ YOU WHAT!!! you went upstairs. Shit Harry, you cant go up there. Didn’t you read the rules???

Harry : “ I’m sorry but Louis…..“

I opened the door, smiling at the pair, playing it cool carefully not showing any indication that I d sneakily eavesdropped.

“ Liam, do me a favour and finalise todays appointment yeah.“

Liam flicked his eyes between Harry and myself and I knew he was contemplating whether he would soon have to start looking for a new chef. I glanced at the door and Liam took the hint.

“ So Harry, where’s your masterpiece?“

I walked over to the bench, eyeing the dish, pulling open the drawer and collecting a fork.

Harry stands opposite me across the counter, his eyebrows burrowed and his biting his thumb nail. His obviously nervous about his meal and I’m feeling a little guilty that I’m deliberately not putting him out of his misery. In fact I’m actually enjoying him sweat it a little. Probably because of how fucking cute he looks while his lookimg all stressed out.

“ What do we have here?“

Harry seemed to snap out of the little trance he was in.

“ Oh yeah sorry. So this is one of my specialties. Its my favourite dish to cook. Its chicken stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in Parma ham, with a side of mash and gravy.“

Cutting of a small piece I place it into my mouth and I instantly craved more.

“ This is really good Harry, I absolutely love it. Its something id totally want to make, if I knew how to cook that is.“ We both chuckled a little.

“ Follow me“

I proceeded to my office on the lower floor with Harry in tow.

“ Here is your contract, please read it all carefully before signing“

He took the forms out of my hands and started skimming through them. I watched him as he studied the paper when he came to a abrupt stop. He looked to me.

“ Im so sorry I didn’t know about upstairs being off limits“

I didn’t know how to play this one because as far as I was concerned he didn’t know I had seen him…..or did he? This was confusing.

“ You went upstairs?“ I asked curiously.

“ What did you see? I asked once again.

There it was, that pink tinge of embarrassment fulfilling his cheeks.

“ I didn’t mean to notice you and your boyfriend…..“

“ BOYFRIEND?!?!?!“ I laughed.

“ No im very much single, I don’t do relationships well.“

Harry gave a small smile. He even seemed a little relieved.

“ I would greatly appreciate if what you saw and with whom, stayed between you and I “

He smirked.

“ It will be our little secret“ He winked.

He then picked up his backpack and we walked side by side out to the dining room.

“ Im glad to have you on board now Harry, I hope you like it here“

He looked me all over and licked his lips before replying

“ I like ’ everything’ here“

Hold up. He is now definitely flirting and as I feel the heat across my face, something happens to me that I haven’t felt in such a long time.

I start to remember what it feels like to have butterflies fulfill your stomach, and when he lent forward to shake my hand, the moment our skin touched, I shivered from head to toe. No-one has ever had this effect on. Not emotionally and most definitely not physically.

“ See you tomorrow Lou“

“ See you tomorrow Harry“

I watched him walk through the tables, the sound of his deep voice pronouncing my name so seductively like that still echoing in my head. But it didn’t last long because as Harry exited out the door, the tall skinny dark haired man from the other night who he was dining with was waiting for him. Jealously ran riot throughout my body as I watched the raven haired man greet Harry with a kiss to the fucking lips. Fucking great. A boyfriend?

I collect my keys and decide to call it quits for the day and as I drive home my mind is in overdrive and I feel its time to confess.

Bringing Harry upstairs today was my concealed intention from the start. I ensured Liam wouldn’t be the one to guide him through the rules, and I intentionally ‘forgot’ to do it myself. I even had Liam contact one of my casual boys on purpose. I knew that receiving a call from Liam, alerting him to my presence upstairs, would compel Harry to ascend once he finished his task. It wasn’t a mere coincidence. After all, he knew I was there, was unfamiliar with the rules, and lacked my number to call me.

Because I wanted Harry to see. I wanted him to know which side of the team I bat for. Most importantly I needed him to see what could be his, what he is missing out on. Harry is consuming my entire well being and I want him now. He looks at me with sinful eyes and there’s definitely attraction between us. Now its my mission to identify and destroy the fucking boyfriend no matter what it takes.

I will make Harry mine!

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Chapter 3 - Lessons Learnt

A/N

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO SuseLat .Thankyou for the push to get this chapter uploaded.

So sorry for the long wait. I have been trying to finish up my first book ‘sneaking next door’ and got held up. Please do not hate on Louis in this chapter. There are reasons for his behaviour/thoughts/actions. Over time there will be character development. :)

Also a little smut scene Involving Nouis. Not detailed.

LOUIS - POV

There is no sincere love in this world than the love of food and right now as my stomach growls I couldn’t agree more. To say I’ve had a busy morning is an understatement. Every Monday the restaurant receives our load of stock for the week. The truck arrives at 8am like clockwork. All employees are to be present by 7.30am on Mondays to all band together and replenish stock, so the chef and the rest of the kitchen can start lunch prep by the usual 10am for the 12 noon lunch rush. I do not need to supervise as Liam and the others all work well together and I never have to be concerned about the restaurant not running smoothly.

Today I had a breakfast meeting, and while I use the term ‘breakfast’ I can confirm I only mean a ‘coffee’ at a café. The meeting ran 40 minutes later than planned and as I return I enter via the back storage room door. I notice immediately a large amount of boxes that are all left untouched in their original packaging.

Jack enters the room looking a little worn out with a slight spot of panic in his eyes. He appears far from his normal flamboyant self as he stops when his eyes connect with mine.

“ Jack, care to explain?“ I ask diverting my eyes to all the boxes.

“ Im sorry Mr Tomlinson, the load came late today and Nathan didn’t turn up for his shift and I’ve been run off my feet all morning trying to un pack it all by myself. “

My business almost always runs without any complications but on the odd occasion when things don’t always seem to go to plan are coincidentally the days I’m out of the office.

“ Shit. Where’s Liam? Why didn’t he call me?“

My attention is drawn to the doorway where I watch Liam enter the room, stress predominately spread across his face.

“ I didn’t call because 1. I knew how important that meeting was and 2. I was dealing with my own problems such as trying to sort out the delivery mix up.“

“ Mix up?“

I frown as I watch Jack un pack the vegetables onto the counter.

“ Yeah for some stupid reason they have accidentally tripled our seafood order and didn’t deliver any of the pasta or rice.“

“ Fucking Hell“ I snap.

Tilting my wrist I notice the time realising its already 10.32am. Shit. Ok.

“ So the kitchen staff are only 32 minutes behind that’s not too bad, what are they doing over in the kitchen if they cant prep, why are they not here helping Jack? “

I flick my eyes between Liam and Jack waiting to see who was going to answer me.

“ Yeah um…about that“ Liam comments quietly

“ What now? “

Jack takes the opportunity to place the last box on the counter, grabbing a box of salad and turning towards me.

“ I’m just going to take these to the kitchen“

With that, Jack exits quickly as Liam scratches the back of his head.

“ Liam“

“ Ummmm.Don’t shoot the messenger and don’t freak out but Harry hasn’t arrived yet“

My jaw almost hits the floor. Annoyed that’s what I am. Second day and his late already. He wanted this job if I remember correctly. I start to leave the room making my way to the kitchen with Liam beside me every step of the way.

“ I cannot fucking believe this“

I’ve had no sleep again and I’m just not in the mood for dealing with this crap today. There’s only 2 hours till lunch and there’s no food prepped and the only person in the kitchen is my sous chef Bruno.

“ Bruno how’s things going in here? What’s the plan for lunch menu , I’ve heard about the mix up“

I can already tell by the look on his face that its bad news.

“ There is no plan yet is there? “

As he shakes his head a simple ‘no’ I cant help but let out a small fit of frustration. My temper does every now and then get the better of me and its something that I am working on but majority of the time I don’t even realise I do it. I slam down my fist on the bench unintentionally shocking Bruno into a jump at the sound of my piecing voice.

“ Where the fuck is Harry?“

Liam’s attention was drawn to something behind me and its then I can distinctively hear footsteps approaching behind me. Its then I see a frantic Harry quickly putting his apron on.

“ I’m so sorry Mr Tomlinson I -“

“ Save it styles, fix this fucking mess now!“

I leave Liam to explain to Harry about the mix up as I leave the room. If it was anybody else I would have already fired their ass. Lucky enough for him I’m not ready to say goodbye to those green eyes and dimples.

My stomach is still growling and I need to get something to eat soon, even if its only something small. An idea pops into my head, and yes sometimes I can be bitter. That’s just me that’s just how I am sometimes. Don’t get me wrong I am a very nice guy and all but I’ve always gotten my own way. Whether I ask and receive, ask and beg, or buy my way, whatever it takes I always get what I want.

That’s how I have come to have everything that I have, but don’t let all that confuse being smart with arrogance. You see, people don’t fear me, if anything its the total opposite. To ask or persuade is simply achieved by nothing but my own charm. My staff don’t hate me nor think badly of me, they all merely know to apply to their job perfectly and obey all the rules, and if they do that there’s never any real issues.

Harry has truly annoyed me today. He knew the rules clearly and he is probably already expecting to loose his position but I cant and will not allow myself to look weak in front of him or others. I am not going to dispose of him but I am going to make him feel bad about it.

I know Liam would be talking to Harry this very moment and if a smirk appears on my face then I really don’t care. There’s only one way I deal with stress and that’s a good fuck. I have a few boys on speed dial but lately I’ve found myself spending a lot of time with Niall. What I like about Niall….he never denies me anything or any time, he loves the money too much. He is young, funny, has a hot Irish accent and is extremely ripped. The boys I involve myself with all sign NDA’s and they all know I don’t do love, its all just sex to me.

I don’t care for love, in fact I hate love, because love has always betrayed me. To me, love is just another useless emotion. So why am I going after Harry you may ask? That I cant quiet answer just yet. He is very attractive and there’s something alluring about him that’s driving me crazy.

I’ve found myself day dreaming about him more than I should be and to be honest it feels rather foreign and a little worrying. One thing I know for sure is this. I want harry, not to keep but to play with, have some good nights with. I will fuck him hard mark my word but I’m no home wrecker, getting rid of his boyfriend ( doing whatever it takes to make it happen ) as it seems is high on my ’to do ’list.

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I’ve been balls deep in Niall for the last 10 minutes. I currently have him bent over the sofa. I hear my phone beep and while I continue to roll my hips into him I use one hand to pick up my phone seeing Liam’s text. I smile to myself. ’ showtime’

I begin to thrust into Niall , the sudden change of pace startling him.

“ Fuck Louis “

I made sure to make contact with his prostate as he screams out in pleasure

“ Yes Louis Yes ! Fuck I’m going to come“

“ Hang on Niall not yet“

Its then I hear the door bell to my apartment.

“ Just give me a fucking minute!!!!“ I yell knowing very well who it is im yelling too.

I pull out and ram back into him.

“ Now come for me baby“ Niall moans excessively loud as I fill the condom. As soon as I pull out I pull up my suit pants.

“ Get your clothes on and get out“ Niall hurries to get dressed. He places a quick peck to my cheek and I wink at him as he walks over opening the door.

I take my time tying my shirt back up, I already know its Harry and I already know his watching me like a hawk. I finally lift my head to meet his gaze.

“ Harry what the hell are you doing here? Have you forgotten the rules already?“

Now he seems fidgety.

“ Sorry, I know the rules its just Liam said you were hungry and sent me here.“

His standing in the doorway holding a tray with a white plate on it. I do up my last button and roll up my shirt sleeves.

“ Well bring it over, I have worked up a bit of a appetite actually“

He walks fast placing it down on the small round table.

“ Full English breakfast“ He says as he turns to try and leave.

“ Wait!“ I demand. Picking up the fork, I swallow a mouthful as Harry continues to just watch me.

“ You have overcooked the eggs, and where’s the fucking seasoning Harry, you call yourself a chef?“

“ I’m sorry, I was in a hurry as you know I have a bit on my plate with all the prepping with the mix up“

He isn’t looking at me anymore, his eyes are casually scanning around my room.

“ Hey! eyes on me…..“

I walk closer.

“ You know, you wouldn’t be rushing around if you had just arrived on time this morning would you?“

“ Mr Tomlinson please let me explain, my boyfriends car had stopped working and he had no way of getting to work, he was worried he wouldn’t get to work on time via the train and he cant afford to loose his job so I made the decision to put him first which now I realised I shouldn’t have and in the end I got stuck in morning traffic.“

I walk as close as I can to him, probably not the best idea I’ve ever had. He smells delicious. A strong refreshing aroma of what smelt like a mixture of vanilla and musk.

“ If you want to succeed in life Harry especially with your job, then you will always find a way, if you don’t, you will only always have excuses. “ I softly spoke as I connected my blue eyes to his green.

I didn’t realise how close we were until I watched him lick his lips and let out a breath that hit my face. He was too close, I felt the urge to just kiss him right there but I cant not yet. I step back clearing my throat.

“ Get back to work Harry, you have lots to do remember“ I manage to nervously say.

he smiles as he nods his head and as I watch him walk out the door I feel guilty. I must confess. Did his English breakfast really suck? No fucking way. It was 100% delicious. I couldn’t have faulted it if I tried. I just wanted him to feel bad.

I just wanted him to learn a lesson. I really didn’t have the intention of criticizing his food but something happens to me whenever I’m in his presence and I’m not sure what it is or how to address it.

Its like I’m craving him but at the same time my mind tells my mouth to insult him, to push him back. Its really confusing me and if I’m this confused over my own actions, imagine how confused he must be over my mixed signals.

Its like I know I cant keep him but I don’t want no-one else to have him either because the moment he mentioned Zayn I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time…..jealousy.

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“ Jack over here please“

Ive made a quick walk around the dining room and the back of house during the lunch period just to check how things were running. Harry had managed to pull off a decent menu and all has ended well without a problem.

“ Yes sir?“ Jack smiles as I pat his back.

“ Another successful day. I saw you run off your feet and again you went way over and beyond your duties“

“ Thankyou Mr Tomlinson“

“ No thankyou. I would like you to find Liam and tell him I said to throw in a bonus into your check this week“ Jack is already shaking his head no.

“ No you don’t have to do that, you know I love my job“

“ I insist“

Jack smiles and turns to leave as I then decide to go check in on the kitchen. Surprisingly enough the kitchen has already been cleaned. The only people left in their was Bruno and Harry. They look worn out. Harry is waiting for me to talk, I can tell by the way his eyes haven’t left mine. I know Harrys type. He likes to do well, he strives to please and relishes on feedback. A real people pleaser.

He still feels bad about being late. I should just tell him to forget about it and move on but I just cant, because I know for a fact, he will stop me in a minute when I go to leave. He will again apologise, he wont be able to help himself and for some reason I want him to want to impress me.

So for this reason I ignore Harry looking to my sous chef.

“ Bruno well done today. Glad to see everything is all cleaned up and congratulations on the menu, it was pulled off well. “

“ Thankyou Sir, although it was all Harry, also dinner prep is already done“

“ Hmm that’s impressive, well done to you all then, see you all in a couple of hours for dinner service“

I follow through with my plan, not once looking in Harrys direction. I leave through the double doors.

shit……He hasn’t stopped me. I take 3 more steps and stop to wait……but nothing. Ok so maybe I was wrong, maybe Harry isn’t how I predicted. I must have read him wrong that doesn’t usually happen a lot. I shrug my shoulders and continue down the corridor.

“ Louis“

I’m met with Liam who hands me a couple of receipts and a yellow folder.

“ The folder you requested from your car and receipts from those additional order forms…oh and did Harry arrive at your apartment, I sent him up as you requested. “

“ Yes thankyou Liam“

He knows me too well, he knows I’m up to something but he doesn’t ask, he knows better. Instead he giggles, shakes his head in amusement and walks away.

By the time I reach the staircase I stop as I hear my name being shouted

“ Mr Tomlinson“

DING DING DING

Of course I knew I was right. I slowly turn around watching him approach me as he swings a tea towel up and over his shoulder.

“ Harry what can I do for you?“

By the time his in front of me, he pauses for a couple of seconds to catch his breath from his slight jog.

“ Can I apologize again for this morning, it wont happen again I promise“

Fucking hell, he looks adorable. I cant hold back my smile any longer,

“ Good to hear, I accept your apology“

God, why oh why did he just have to flash his dimples. I’m a sucker for them already. He can never know this.

“ Hey Lou, um..I know this is probably a bad idea with you being my boss and all but would you maybe like to get a couple of drinks tonight, you know as a way of a apology for my mishap this morning.“

“ Yes“

What the fuck? that came out of my mouth too dam quick before my poor brain even had a chance to fully comprehend the question.

“ Cool, um, meet at say the ‘Fairfield pub’ just down the road at say 10pm?

“ Sounds great Harry“

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When I reach my office I slump down into my big black leather office chair un doing my tie. I stare at the yellow folder in front of me. I open it up and cant contain my smirk. I’m happy with the contents, Mr Grimshaw has really outdone himself this time.

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Of course dinner at ‘28RED’ went super fast tonight without any complications. Now normally Id be happy and relieved for the night to be over but instead I’m freaking nervous. I’m at the bar waiting for Harry. Its 10.18pm and Harry has yet to show his face. To pass time I order another drink.

“ Something strong, surprise me“ The bartender pours a shot. I swig it down and my body shivers from the strong taste. ‘Tequila’ great.

“ Hi Lou, Sorry I’m late…“

I let out a little laugh at the irony. Harrys eyes widen when he finally realises..

“ Oh my god, we are here because I was late this morning and now I’m late again. fuck I’m so sorry Lou.“ We both chuckle as he places himself beside me at the bar.

“ I will have what ever he is having“ he says to guy behind the bar.

40 minutes later, 8 shots later, 6 beers later and Harry and I were plastered but we were having so much fun. We have both become rather flirty and I don’t think Harry has realised how many times he has placed his hand on my thigh as we have heavily laughed out loud at the most ridiculous conversations we were having.

“ Did you know a pigs orgasm lasts for 30 minutes…30 fucking minutes Lou!“

Drunk Harry is so funny to watch. I could just sit back and admire him all day.

“ I bet I could make you last longer“ I mumbled not expecting him to hear me over the loud music as I take the last sip from my now empty bottle. I was just about to ask him if he wanted another round when I realized just how close he had moved to me. His mouth was at my ear, his lips only just slightly touching my skin as he whispered.

“ Prove it“

I gasped, as my stomach filled with butterflies. I tried to clear the lump in my throat. We had been throwing banter back and forth all night, mostly compromising of rude sexual innuendoes but just now something felt like it had changed. We locked eyes and Harry biting his bottom lip didn’t go un-noticed.

I’m sure its just the amount of alcohol talking but the sexual tension was at its peak. I’m guessing Harrys phone must have vibrated in his pocket as he pulled it out of his jeans, reading something and then turning around scanning the room.

Fucking Zayn.

He grabs one of Harrys hands as he leans forward to peck his lips, before turning to stare at me.

“ Zayn darling this is Louis, my boss, Lou this is my boyfriend Zayn“

I shake his hand just to be polite. He is even prettier up close. Tanned skin, dark dazzling eyes, beautiful eye lashes.

I fucking hate him.

“ Nice to meet you Louis“ he says smiling.

Of course he has a great smile, I find myself thinking, as I fight back the urge to roll my eyes.

“ You too“

I look to Harry.

“ Its getting late, You too have a good night yeah, see you tomorrow Harry“

Harry looks deflated. I pick up my coat and push past Zayn but instead of going home, I return to my office.

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I find myself opening up the yellow folder, re-reading it once again.

’Zayn Malik, 25 years of age. Born and raised in Bradford. Currently resides at 369 Clarkson road, London. Occupation: Art teacher at ‘Summerhill’ College. Vehicle and registration LO18ZAL. Offences 2. (1) drink driving (2) Drug charges. Phone number +442035143971 Current boyfriend Harry Edward Styles.’

I continue reading and now I should probably confess.

’ I received my yellow folder yesterday from my close friend Nick. Detective and private investigator Nick Grimshaw. My plan to eliminate Zayn has already begun. With the information I had, was it really a coincidence that Zayn’s car broke down? I think not. I have friends in high places who will do anything I ask of them. Step 1. Create a little stress and interrupt his life and make it a little hectic. Cause some tension between the two. Harry surely wont be happy with Zayn for making him late and therefore getting him into trouble with myself. tick Now its on to Step 2.

You see watching Harry bury his head into the crook of Zayn’s neck as I left the pub stung me and that is why, when it comes to love, confessions can be a dangerous thing. One of the reasons I have a problem with love is that, you can love whoever you want in life…..but sadly….so can they. ’

Chapter 4

A/N I’m so sorry for the long wait for the update. ❤ There is alot of dialogue in this chapter. Sorry.

LOUIS - POV

Harry has spent the last week settling in really well. All of the staff seem to be adapting nicely too the new chef even though some find his lack of experience unacceptable for this high strung restuarant.

He does flaunt that contagious charm of his I noticed , and I find it rather comical watching all the women swoon over him. Running the kitchen, looks like it has without a doubt come naturally to him, and if I’ve found myself checking out his round firm ass continuously via his snuggly fit uniform then, I will confess…..I’m 100% guilty.

He knows how to cook, he does perform his job professionally and at a high standard and that’s what really matters. What I’m super impressed about….Harry hasn’t been late all week… not once, in fact I’ve noticed him arrive early every single day. Liam had mentioned that Harry has continued to be the first to arrive in the morning and be the last one to leave at night.

As the London weather changes season, the restaurant menu must also be revised to accommodate the availability of seasonal foods. I’ve asked Liam to inform Harry that I require his company after his dinner shift tonight to discuss the menu.

I mean in all honesty, I could have discussed it with him earlier this morning when we had both finished all our tasks and had unexpectadely gained some spare time. Regardless of that, spending some alone time with Harry after hours was certainly something I was not going to pass up.

---

By the time the last meals have been sent to the dining room, I find that its a good as time as any, to find and have a little chat with one of my kitchen hands who has repeatedly not shown up for shifts.

“Ahhh Nathan there you are. My office now please “

Nathan hangs the last of the freshly cleaned pots up on the rack as he flicks his eyes between myself and Harry. He has to know what is coming but im not sure of his reasonings behind the concering eyes his giving Harry.

I’m not the kind of person who enjoys firing people but arriving late and/or being a no show is a massive ground for termination.

I wait patiently for Nathan to approach me , as I extend my hand out, being the gentleman that I am, allowing him to exit the room before me.

I feel another hand on my own stopping me in my tracks as I tried to leave. The smooth soft skin , I’ve had the pleasure of feeling once before. Although last time I felt his hand on my leg through my clothes, this time skin on skin had sent a shock of electricity right through me.

Nathan is starring at me, curious as to why I have stopped.

“ Wait for me in my office, I will be there shortly.“ Nathan does as his told and continues along the corridor.

“ Louis I know I’m totally out of line here and that I’m only new. Its really stupid of me to do this after I myself have already made mistakes here but can you please do me a favour?“

I don’t answer, opting to just raise my eyebrows showing my curiosity.

“ If you are going to fire him, please don’t he -“

“ Harry….its the rules “

I hadn’t intentionally meant to interrupt him but that was something I was use to doing , especially as I don’t like people interfering with my job. No -one tells me what to do. Not ever but Harry stood before me with such puppy eyes, that I didn’t stand a chance of not letting him continue.

“ For gods sake Harry , what is it?“

Even though he looked happy he was stunned at the fact I was going to let him state his case, as he still looked concerned for Nathan.

“ Its just…..I’m not sure if you are aware or not but Nathan hasn’t chosen to be late or not show up. He is tired. He has 2 jobs and he is working himself into the ground Louis.“

“ Working 2 jobs is tough, but if he can not perform his job properly at my standards because he has chosen to have more than one employment place then that is his choice harry“

“ but it’s not his choice. His girlfriend left him , leaving behind a ton of debt and is demanding a ridiculous amount of child support and if he doesn’t pay she won’t let him see his son. “

Theres this alluring feeling about harrys pleading eyes. The enticing greeness quickly sucking me in acting terribly like some sort of trance, it feels warm and fuzzy but at the same time, his ability to persuade me and my decision making so easily, has just scared the fucking shit out of me because that, has never ever happened before …..with no -one.

“ Go finish up in the kitchen Harry and please sharpen those knife’s. I noticed Bruno struggling with one tonight“

Harry isn’t pleased with my answer as he turns around.

“ Oh and don’t forget. I want to see you before you leave “

What was only meant to be a 5 minute talk with Nathan ended up being a 40 minute conversation. I’m not heartless as you may have thought. I was clueless however. Normally I am kept in the loop with most of my staff. I know them all pretty well but Nathan. He is the ‘suffer in silence’ type generally keeping to himself. It makes me ponder how Harry knew about his struggles before me.

Now aware of his situation and with Nathan now having explained his problems, I have raised his pay and extended his shifts. I have also added a little bonus to his pay this week. I failed to mention that to him so he couldn’t argue with me on it. This way he has now agreed to quit his other job and concentrate on his position in my kitchen. I don’t like my workers un- happy. This was the best solution.

So as I walked Nathan out the door after hugging me, I couldn’t help but notice Harry witness Nathans smile on his face. Harry grinned and mouthed a “ thankyou Lou“.

Turning back into my office , all I could hope for right now, is that this perfect human being doesn’t ask me for any favours ever again. The answer will already be yes and he doesn’t even know it. He has me wrapped around his finger and that….. has me terrified but at the same time, the thought of that, is making my desire to be in him stronger yet again.

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I’m not sure why but the long drawn out days at the restuarant seem to fly by lately. I’m not complaining at all, it’s just something new and unexpected. I seem to find myself arriving to work alot earlier than normal and well, when people start commenting about your “ Good mood“ it does put a smile on your face.

“ Louis , you wanted to see me ?“

I hear Harrys voice as he knocks on the door. That high strung anxious feeling in my stomach again making a re appearance as I quickly grab some gum to re fresh my breath.

Opening the door, I am half a second away from fainting because Harry is a mess. There is flour on his face and what appears to be strawberry stains down his clothes and he looks drop dead gorgeous. I mean the smile on his face doesn’t help either.

“ Harry glad you remembered. Come in I need to discuss the new menu.“

What I’ve come to realise is that talking with Harry comes so naturally. We both never seem to be stuck for words or have any awkward silences. Conversation always flows freely. It’s comfortable.

Looking at my watch I realise how fast time had flown by. It was 12.37am .

“ Shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t intend to keep you here so long. Please forgive me. I’m really glad we have sorted the menu and I will consider your ideas about the sizing of the plates. You do have some great ideas Harry. “

“ No worries. I don’t mind staying back plus I’m glad I was able to help and its not like you are terrible company or anything, on the contrary I do actually like spending time with you Lou. You are proving to be somewhat a really nice friend. “

There it was , the dreaded fucking word. ‘Friend’.

Not deliberately but I couldn’t help but let my smile fall. That comment shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. I’m not his, and he certainly isn’t mine. We are just friends but it didn’t help soften the blow.

“I better get going then. One thing about catching the train this late at night , it should be easy to get a seat “ Harry says with a slight chuckle.

There was no way I was letting him do that. One… its too dangerous to be travelling alone at this time of night and two….I wasn’t ready to end my night with him yet. So offering a ride home seemed like the only logical choice.

“ Yeah, I don’t think that’s such a great idea Harry, I will drive you home“

“ Lou its fine. I don’t want to impose.“

“ Don’t be silly. C’mon follow me. “

I feel my phone vibrate as I clip in my seat belt. Taking a quick glance I see it’s from Nick.

From Nick: “Its done. “

Hiding my smirk, I slip it back into my pocket again.

Sitting in the car so close to him, I could smell him and my senses were overloaded. Every time he remotely moved my nose was filled with such lust. I could hear him deep breathing and something so simple as just breathing, shouldnt have been affecting me so dam much but it was. I could see so clearly those tantilizing green eyes , it made me realise I had made the correct decision on driving him home.

“ So Haz, why the need for public transport, where’s your car ? “

“ Um…well, remember how I said Zayns car wasn’t working anymore , well I’ve let him use mine so he can get to work. He doesn’t like using trains and buses, it kind of embarrasses him but I don’t mind it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. “

Harry let’s out a slim smile, it kinda feels like his a little embarrassed but trying his hardest to not show it. So Zayn is just ok to let Harry make his way home on his own. It’s made me angry and I couldn’t help let the sarcastic tone slip out of my mouth.

“ and Zac’s comfortable letting you do that???? Doesn’t he worry about the fact it’s a high risk crime area you are living in and you are out on your own!“

Ok so it came out a little more aggressively than I had intended and Harry unmistakably was surprised by my comment as he looked at me with his eye brows raised.

“ How do you know where i live ??“

FUCK….

“ Um I think Liam mentioned it when filing your employment papers“

Harry nods accepting my answer. Thank god. That was close.

“ Any way , His name is Zayn and I’m sure he cares, its just having one car at the moment is just hard and causing a bit of issues between us.“

Knowing my plan had succeeded I should feel joyous about it but I don’t. Now hearing that Harry is brunting the front of my devious actions I regret it immediately.

“ Sorry Harry. It just really troubles me, I don’t like the idea of you travelling alone. From now on, I will drive you home understood? “

I deliberately try to pass it off as less domineering and more playful and when Harry responds with a laugh , I relax a little.

“ Yes boss “ Harry laughs jokingly saluting his hand from his forehead. The cuteness of his laugh has butterflies flipping in all sorts of directions in my stomach.

Arriving at Harrys place, being the smooth gentleman that I am, its no suprise that I insist on walking him to his front door. When he thanks me for the lift I cant help but notice the tense change of atmosphere. It’s not bad, it kinda feels as though we are both anticipating what to do next, it’s awkward but not in a weird way.

I’m fighting with my head over how to walk away. Do I shake his hand? Do nothing and just turn around? kiss his cheek? No no no definitely not the last . I settle on a simple…..

“ Always a pleasure Mr styles. See you tomorrow“ I finished it off with a wink.

Harrys lip curls into a flirtatious smirk and fucking hell right now, my thought process is well and truly gone because the cock in my pants is rock fucking hard. I can’t believe this. I need to leave pronto.

“ Again thankyou for the ride Lou.“

That should have been the end of it. I smile and start to turn in hopes to walk away but fate decides to once again make me suffer, as I feel Harrys strong arm pull me back around and engulf me into a hug.

A hug. A simple hug I could have tolerated but this …..this is no ordinary hug. He has me pulled in tight. His entire torso is pressed to mine, I can feel every inch of the front of his body as he quietly whispers seductively in his deep husky voice…..

“ Im glad I dont have a car Lou, because you already drive me cra-“

The front door opens and I pull back so quickly I nearly stumble back. Zayn looks to me then to Harry.

“ I thought I heard voices out here.“

Zayns voice is low but his tone is somewhat snarly.

“ Sorry if I woke you babe, Louis was kind enough to drive me home after we had some ah… problems at work. “

Problems at work? Hmm a lie. He felt the need to lie. I never pictured Harry to be the type of person who tells little white lies.

“Well as always , Nice to see you again Louis but if you don’t mind I need a word with my boyfriend”.

Well correct me if I’m wrong but Mr Malik was most certainly not in a good mood. I nod my head in understanding and when I reach my car, as I sit back into my seat, I feel my pants a little wet. I try re-arranging myself and realise I have pre-cum all around my tip. Holy fuck. He did this to me. He did this with just a fucking hug. A HUG……. Shit !

If thats what he can do to me with a hug, then I cant imagine what it would be like if I finally get my way with him in my restuarant apartment. I don’t know what the fuck is happening. Never has anyone had such a strong affect on my body this way.

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Everyone in life walks around carrying a certain kind of saddness. They may not wear it on their sleeves for everyone to see, but it’s still there to notice, you will find it, if you actually take the opportunity to look for it.

Harry hasn’t been the same for last 2 days. His smile has dimmed. There’s barely been a hello or goodbye and his generally not 100% focused in the kitchen. No-one has seemed to notice or if they have, they haven’t mentioned it.

Nothing brings people together like great food. So when the idea pops into my head I just simply follow through with it.

“ Liam? “

Liam who is busy writing into his planner, spins around to give me his full attention.

“What can I do for you?”

“I need you to ask Harry to prepare 2 plates of lasagne and bring it to my office immediately. Tell him that upon doing that he can then have his break”.

Liam stands up exiting the room swiftly as he makes his way to the kitchen. Its only a short 20 mins later that there’s a knock on my door.

“ Come in“

As Harry walks in, the first thing I observe is his eyes. His tired. He clearly hasn’t had much sleep and it shows with his baggy eyes. He produces a small fake smile the moment he places the plates on the table.

“ I made sure to have it properly seasoned this time“ Harry says, what I assume was suppose to come out as a bit of banter, instead it felt the opposite as his tone of voice struck straight through me. He strides towards the door, seeming adamant on leaving.

“ Harry“

He pauses for a few seconds before turning back.

“ Sit“

I don’t think he intended for me to hear the little sigh that escaped his mouth but i did.

“ Please eat. I had one of these prepared for you.“

“ Thanks for the offer Mr Tomlinson but I’m really not hungry“

Right, there was definitely something up. The whole dynamics of our ’ friendship’ had suddenly changed.

“ Harry I wasnt asking, now please eat .What is up with you? Don’t say nothing because, I may not have known you long but I know you enough to see something is indeed bothering you. “

Harry can’t even look at me. Was this about the hug? Did our flirting cross a line? Holy fuck he felt my fucking hard on didnt he? Fuck shit fuck.

“ Harry !! Look at me please“

Like the submissive man he is , he lifts his head without hesitation. We just stare at each other for a few silent moments.

“ I’m sorry Louis“

“ Don’t be sorry, are you ok? Can I help?“

“ Its Zayn that’s all. Look I don’t want to be a burden. You don’t need to hear about my problems“

“ Harry I’m your friend, my ears will always be available whenever you feel the need , same with all my other employees.“

I don’t know why I felt the need to add on that last bit.

“ Its Zayn. He lost his job. Apparently his position was no longer required. He is so moody. I cant say or do anything without him biting my head off. We never use to fight and now it just feels like, that’s all we do these days. It started with the car , and then he got so angry over his job and now his worried about rent and bills and to top it off, his mad over you !!“

I hadn’t expected him to blurt all that out all at once. Glad he did thou because now as Harry takes a few deep breaths, you can see he is glad to get it all off his chest.

“ Loosing a income is hard Harry and I’m sure he hasn’t meant to hurt you with his unkind words and actions. Sounds like he is just stressed. I’m sure it will all work out just give it some time. Is he looking for a job? I mean, I don’t have anything available here but I do know lots of people, so maybe I can hook him up with something if you think that would help. “

There it is. That’s what I like to see. His dimples. There’s an immense feeling of blissfullness watching Harry so Happy that I can’t seem to get enough of.

“ Oh Louis are you sure you could do that? That would be amazing. If it’s no trouble of course. Zayn will be so pleased and thankful.“

“ Its not a problem , I will make some calls after lunch….Now eat !! “ I laugh.

Finally having him back to his normal self to a degree , forces me to debate wether I ask the question I want an answer too. It worries me a little incase it’s something bad but I can’t help it. It’s just who I am . So I ask anyway.

“ Harry? You mentioned Zayn was angry at me earlier. May I ask why that is exactly?“

Out of no where he suddenly looks exceptionally shy.

“ Oh yeah um..He just…. I don’t know how to say it. It’s not that you have done anything to upset him, it’s just the fact you are so good looking.“

“ So Zayn is worried about you spending time with me because I’m good looking?“

Harry blushes and hides his laugh.

“ Well yes but I reassured him that you are I are only friends and that we casually flirt a little in a platonic way. Plus if anything, it should be me who should be worried. Zayn was the one originally persistantly talking about how Hot you looked in your suit and how he wished you were his boss“

Harry laughed. I chuckled a little but my thoughts had overcome me. So Zayn is attracted to me huh. This, I will most definitely use to my advantage.

---

Taking a sip of my bourbon , I relax back into my chair swinging my legs up onto my desk. It been a long day. I find myself closing my eyes as I lean my head back, re-living all of today’s events. Im waiting to go home, I am looking forward to a soak in the tub and a early night. My phone rings snapping me back upwards into my seat. Finally the call I had been waiting for.

“ Louis speaking……That’s perfect….. Thankyou…..The money will be in tomorrow……Good doing business with you again……Goodnight. “

---

It’s that time of night once again. The moment when I know, I must confess.

Zayn was always going to loose his job. That I had made sure of. It didn’t take much to get him fired. It’s amazing what money can buy. Don’t hate me, I’m not the monster you think I am . I had good reason to get him fired. Not only did it cause trouble between the pair of them it also gave me the opportunity to swoop in and save the day. Finding Zayn another job was the plan from the very beginning because I did have one already lined up for him. It’s just too bad that’s its in a different country. Don’t think he will take it? I don’t need to worry, there’s no way he won’t be able to knock back the amount of money it pays. When you have the ability to influence people, the power can sometimes get to your head and in my case it certainly did this time round. So when Nick Grimshaw had messaged saying the new employer had agreed to take Zayn on with my attached terms, I was excited and satisfied because Mr Brock had the perfect job ready to keep Zayn extremely busy and far away from Harry.

We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we

don’t

have

big

ones. Do I have big ones????

Only time will tell……

A/N

What do you guys think about the story line?

Chapter 5 - A Perfect Mistake?

Some secrets should never turn into confessions, that I know better than anyone but some secrets are just too delicious not too share.

Whatever I have done in the course of my life whether it be good, bad or dare if I even say it …evil, has been done freely, no-one has held a gun to my head. I’ve made plenty of mistakes along the way and tonight is definitely one of those times.

After the morning rush of prep , I swung by the kitchen to notice Harry was gathering the last few utensils from the dishwasher. Ive mentioned to him several times to let one of the kitchen hands deal with the dishes but of course Harry being the generous soul that he is, refuses to push work onto anyone, especially if it's something he himself feels he is fit to do.

Harry doesn't notice me at first. He has the radio on a little louder than I usually allow but I will let it pass. The rest of the staff have left or are busy in the front of house. 

It's a upbeat old disco track and every time he bends down to the dishwasher he shakes his ass popping his hips to the side and right now I can feel my taste buds burst. I'm so hungry right now, not for food but for his mouth watering physique. Without realising I lick my lips mesmerised by his sinful swaying. 

My eyes are quickly adverted back to his face as he turns around slightly, scaring him with my presence. He smirks and holy fuck all I can hope for right now is that he didn't catch me eyeing him like he was a delicious piece of meat. 

' Hey Lou. I didn't hear you come in. You are lucky you didn't come in a few seconds earlier I would have blinded you with my dance moves" 

Is this man crazy, blinded by his dance moves. Blinded no, entranced and captivated yes. Fuck if he dances this good just stacking dishes imagine how well he would dance around my cock. 
Louis calm the fuck down
. Sometimes I really need to listen to my concious, other wise I tend to  occasionally end up in very bad situations.

Harry looks to the little black 90's radio boom box located on the bench near the freezer.  

" It's the music isn't it, shit ,I'm so sorry there was no -one hear and I- " 

" No its fine....
The music is....yeah ..ah.. im glad you are all finished up, do you mind meeting me in my office in say 10 mins I'd like to have a chat"

As per usual he appears at my office door exactly 10 mins after I asked. 
After he enters and takes a seat I inform Harry that I had recieved word from an old friend who owed me a favour and he that he would be delighted to give Zayn an opportunity within his business.  I hold back on the big details taking the opportunity to invite them both out for dinner to go over the employmemt requirements. As expected Harry accepts and thanks me over and over gain. I go to shake his hand to part ways but Harry has other ideas as he pulls me in for a hug. 

A hug. If you go by the google definition, a hug is an act of holding someone tightly to express affection. In my brain, it meant so much more. So much so that as I felt his large arms wrapped around me I could feel my veins pulsating throughout my entire body. 

Every detail including the softness of his skin, every flaw,every weakness, every little part of him I craved.
I wanted to have my way with him right there and then. 

I don't know how this man manages to dominate my thoughts so intensly. This is something totally new for me and its making me nervously scared. 

In life you need to learn how to select your thoughts, the same way in which you select your clothes each day.This is a power you must learn to cultivate. 

I pull back and automatically start using my hands to straighten out my suit. There's a pink tinge to Harrys cheeks and if I'd know any better id say he was blushing. This is good. This is progress. Tonight I will up it a notch. How far can I push things? 

*********
I decide on a little pub about 15 mins away from the restuarant. It's smaller in size but the place is known for its famous karaoke and buzzing atmosphere. It's 9pm and the three of us have been sitting at our secluded booth for the last 30 minutes. There has been alot of alcohol consumed in such a little amount of time.

Harry and Zayn have become tipsy and are quickly becoming closer to being drunk with every second that passes. 

After singing a few rounds of Karoake Zayn once again thanks me for setting him up with a job even thou I have yet to fill in the details of the proposed position. I hold off only mentioning small details such as the job title and what it is he will be doing. 

He is excited by that. Zayn is currently a college Art teacher. His new job will see him teach and manage his own Art studio at a prestigious school for the rich kids in New York. The pay offered is sitting at a lovely pay check x5 times what he currently earns. On top of that he will be provided with a new apartment and work vehicle. There is no way after reading about MR Malik, that he will pass this opportunity up. 

Am I worried about Harry following him to New York. Absolutely not. Harry has already said he could never leave London. Not for anything or anyone. His family is here, his job his here and his new role at my restuarant is already creating buzz in reviews. 

Stumbling back down around the table I find myself sat between the two. Two undeniable georgous men but...I only have eyes for one. 

As I venture on speaking about how  today's music is nothing in comparison to the good old classic 90's, I feel a hand being placed on my thigh. 

I know who it is and I cant wipe the smile off my face. This is what I want. His so god dam sexy, the feel of his warm hand on me especially in such close proximity to my groin, I feel has already made me semi hard. 

I lower my own hand under the table pulling his hand up and over my buldge making my hard on obvious as I slowly tilt my pelvis back and forth creating a little friction. Fuck I'm horny. 

Thank god my thoughts are interrupted when  I hear someone else talk. 

" I'm just going to head to the bathroom " 

Now that we are alone, I lean over to his ear 

" You are finally mine tonight, make a excuse and meet me at my restuarant in 30 mins."

I whisper as I seductively softly bite his ear lobe as I pull back. 

I'm a man, I love sex, alot of sex and most definitely with people who look this hot. I can't believe this is happening. When the 3 of us are re united I stand up immediately announcing my departure and thanking them for a good night. 

*******
The moment he walks through into my apartment my heart raced. The moment he took off his shirt, I nearly fucking pre ejaculated. 

He was fit and tanned. I pushed him up against the wall, sliding my hand down his torso. I pinched his nipple making him squirm. Using my other hand to undo his pants, I spit into my palm sliding my hand into his briefs. 

His huge and fuck I wanna bend him over and screw him into oblivion but I don't have the patience to foreplay up to that. I want him now. I pump vigorously and within seconds his so wet with pre-come I can feel myself tingling and aching to break free out of my own pants.

I tug harder , my strokes longer as I squeeze the tip of his cock making him groan. I lean forward using my tongue to lick all the way up from his collarbone to the little place behind his ear. He comes hard, his warm liquid covering my entire hand. I pull my hand out wiping it quickly as I un zip my pants. He smiles as he pants little bouts of air,  coming down from his orgasm.

I place my hand on top of his head forcefully pushing him down to my throbbing dick. His mouth opens and I push into him without delay quickly fucking his mouth. I hear him gag as I successfully continue to hit the back of his throat. His eyes are watery but I don't give a shit, it feels amazing and tonight im all out to please myself.

It's not long before I feel I'm about to cum. I don't give no warning. I hold his head tight to my stomach as my cock fills his entire mouth. I hear him struggling to breath, the moment I shoot my load right down is throat. Spit or swallow, he didn't have a choice. He swallowed my cream without spilling a single drop. 

Fuck I feel great. Satisfied. 

I gently push him backwards watching as he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. Well I must say he looks mighty fine rather wrecked. His smirking so I take that as a good sign. I would like to admit that I felt bad for being rough but that would be a blatant lie. He sucked dick superbly. 

I hear him wash his hands and mouth over at my basin as I walk over grabbing  and passing him the papers.

" You need to sign these now. " 

He looks through them and suddenly frowns. 

" A Non disclosure agreement, why?" 

" You have now been in my apartment, that's the rules" 

Without hesitation he signs. Before handing it back he decides to take one last look over the paper.

" Louis what the hell is th-?" 

I slowly walked over to him, my mouth lightly pressed to his ear.

" Get out of my office" 

Did I feel guilty? More than I ever had before......

********** 

As it neared midnight I decided to crash here at the office instead of driving home. It was late, I was tired but the good ole guilty conscience was playing havoc with my mind and as I desperately tried to sleep I knew it wasn't gonna happen. So I decided to do something I don't usually do. 

I fall to my knees, both hands grasped tight together. Now I'm not the religious type by any means truth be told. I don't pray because I believe in the power of prayer. I pray because I have no other choice. Someone needs to hear me because;

"
It's

 not a confession if no -one hears or reads it, otherwise 

it's

 simply just an un shared secret. 

Some secrets are just meant to stay secrets forever, but unfortunately there are no secrets that time does not reveal. "

So with that being said, I come to you once again to confess.

Un known to the lads, every time I  returned from the bar with fresh beers, my 'new' beer was always the same empty bottle. For my plan to work tonight, I needed to be some-what sober. 

Tonight was a gamble. A big fucking gamble but has it paid off? Odds are odds, and this evening as I look down at Zayns NDA and job contract now signed, I knew I had won. Now I hold more than power over him, that's  nothing in comparison to our new found dirty little secret.

Even if he wanted to tell Harry he couldn't ,he has signed a NDA about everything that has happened in this room. He also signed the contract that will have him move to New York and never contact Harry again and if he does......he will be sued. 

I really don't like that I've had to hurt Harry this way. He is surely going to be upset and possibly broken into pieces when Zayn leaves but don't stress.... because I, Louis Tomlinson, CEO and founder of 28RED will be there in full glory to mend precious little Harrys Styles heart. 

Ahhh Sex.... such a wonderful feeling. Sex is used for pleasure, for lust and sometimes sex...... is used to simply just get exactly what it is that you need.

A/N
So who hates Louis now? Haha :)
Thoughts on the chapter?

Sorry if this was a shitty chapter I have covid at the moment and not feeling the best ,hence the shorter chapter.  

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# Chapter 6 - History

I was once told ' 
Never tell your secrets to anyone ; because if you 

can't

 keep it to yourself, how do you expect others too?'
 

I have always lived by that with the only exemption being Liam, not even my own relatives know anything about me. I have never been close with my family, well lets just say not since I was a teenager and decided I was ready to take on the world. 

Of course I wasn't really ready and my large unrealistic dreams that filled my head had me packing up everything I owned, leaving my home town of Doncaster to play out my wildest dreams in London. 

As expected being a teenager alone in 'the smoke' was not easy and living there was nothing like I had ever imagined it to to be. 

I had no job, no money, no friends and no home. Life was extremely tough for me on the streets. Learning how to survive is part of the reason of why I am the type of person I am today. The limited money I initially had was soon non existence only a few short weeks after arriving. Being only 17 with no experience in anything , finding employment proved to be more than a difficult task. 

I wanted to be a singer. Fucking funny now I look back on it. I had the dreams of being a star and when my dad laughed at me, I was determined to prove him wrong. My mum had loved my voice. Quite often she asked me to sing for her and she always encouraged me to pursue whatever my heart desires. 

When I informed her I wanted to sing for a career  and told her my intentions of moving to London she was supportive. However, she did give me the ' Being a singer is more of a hobby not a job. You need a real job to earn money darling' speech. Back then I didn't want to hear that. To me those words spoken only showed me they didn't want me to succeed. 

That night I had packed up all my stuff and left home. I was so angry, so very very angry. I never called them not once. They couldn't contact me either. I had no cell phone, no address they knew about. It stayed that way until I was 19. 

Unexpectadely I had bumped into an old family friend. I will never forget that day. Mary hugged me and her words still haunt me to this day.

' 
I'm

 really sorry to hear 

about

 

your

 mother Louis, she was a remarkable woman and you and your 

siblings

 

shouldn't

 have had to suffer such a great loss so soon'. 

My heart sank. When Mary had left, I was in shock I cant even recall how I made my way back to Doncaster but somehow I had managed. 

I didn't return home. Instead I found myself checking the cemetery in search of confirmation because none of all this information seemed real. 

When my eyes fell upon my mother's tombstone, I collapsed to the ground. Finding it hard to breathe through the excessive sobbing, I sat crying for what felt like days. 

I never got to say goodbye. I never got to say I was sorry. I never got to hug her one last time or hear her voice. The only thing I did get ....was regret. 

Regret that I had left the way I did. Knowing my mum was never proud of me and would now never have the chance to ever be, crushed my whole well being.  The day my mum left this earth, I had been nothing but a failure to her. 

I made a promise to her that day that I would change. That I would better my life and I most certainly did and very quickly at that.  

That was the week I met a man named Simon who promised me good things if I listened and obeyed, that my friends is a whole other story for another day. It is however how I got to the position and power that I currently possess.

******* 

Laying here starring at he ceiling wallowing in self pity is generally how I spend today. 
Knowing today's the anniversary of her death I'm finding it hard to get my ass out of bed to get to the restuarant. Looking at the clock  im already late. I pick up my phone noticing no missed calls from Liam which I didn't expect anyway.  He knows what I'm like on today's date. 

I don't bother with breakfast and after fulfilling my home duties I eventually slide into the driver's seat of my mini Cooper and head into the one place I can truly be myself.... my restuarant. 

The moment I walk in, the first thing I notice is how quiet it is. There's no chaos, everyone is quietly doing their work and I'm so truly fucking grateful. Ive had another restless night and have gained a sore head, so I make my way to my office grabbing some pain relief for my headache, deciding today is a good day to just wash it down with a glass of scotch. 

I really need to speak to Liam. I search all my pockets realising I've left my phone plugged in the charger next to my bed. 

" Fucccckkkk" 

It's 10.28am. I'm hoping his in the front of house where he normally is. Walking through the corridor I notice Jack smiling as he approaches me. 

" Morning Jack. You are looking rather chirpy today" 

"That's because I am Mr Tomlinson. You remember that guy Tony I was telling you about. You know the one I didn't think was gay but you swore to me was ...well you were totally on the mark. He just asked me out!!!" 

As down as I was feeling, watching Jack scream in excitement, brought a smile to my face. He flourishes with such flamboyance you cannot help but brighten up whenever you are in his presence. He is open, he is proud and he is free. Everything that I am not.

' Well I did tell you didn't I, I mean with such flirty banter, flawless skin and lavish bold style, it wasn't hard to distinguish" 

" You have such a good gaydar, are you sure you don't fancy other males?" Jack says as he wiggles his eyebrows. 

I smile at his comments. I love him and his forwardness. I laugh him off avoiding his question. 

" Make sure to have fun Jack and be safe ! " I wink and continue into the dining room. 

Searching the room I still can't see Liam anywhere. This is so unusual. 

" Aria ! Hey...you seen Mr Payne anywhere?" 

Aria places the container of menus onto the counter before walking over to me. 

" Yeah I did see him earlier, he was with a little blonde haired guy" 

Blonde haired guy. The only blonde haired guy was Nathan but he was far from little. 

" Ok thanks." 

The last place I head to is the kitchen.  Swinging open the door I'm immediately faced with Harry and Nathan.  

Harry ...I hadn't thought about him all morning which was something of a 'first' lately. Kinda been hoping to stay away from him or at least spend little time as possible around him. Im sort of  nervous, not sure how he is going to react to zayns new job. 

I don't have long to wait for my answer. Harry looks at me and re directs his eyes straight back down to the chopping board. Not even a hello. He looks sad or even worse hurt. Yeah he looks betrayed. Fuck I didn't prepare myself for this, my mind has been else where and I'm just not in the mood. 

" Where's Bruno?" 

I ask breaking the silence. Nathan looks to Harry. Without lifting his head and in the most delicate quiet tone he replies 

" Out the back in the store room un packing the vegetable delievery" 

I have been taught to shut off shut out certain feelings and for the first time in years I can't bring myself to do it. There's a churning feeling inside my  stomach. An unfamiliar ache, and as I watch Harry continue chopping the Tomatoes it finally dawns on me. It's guilt. I feel guilty and I literally don't know what to do about it . It's a weird feeling, one I've never had to deal with before. 

" Ok thanks. Tell bruno he still hasnt collected his paycheck from yesterday...oh and has either of you seen Liam?"

" Upstairs I think I seen him go" 

" Like, as in , my apartment ? " 

Nathan nods in agreement. 

" Thanks" 

I step out the door pausing for a quick moment to take a deep breath and pull myself together. I really shouldn't have done that. The door is ajar and I hear Harry start talking to Nathan.

" I thought I really liked Louis, he seemed really nice you know.  Now I'm not so sure" 

" What do you mean? What makes you say that ? " Nathan asks.

" You know he got Zayn a new job right" 

" yeah, is it not a good job or something?" 

" Oh no it's a good job Nathan it's just too bad it's in New fucking YORK!! " 

Harrys loud tone made me jump. Yep he was mad. I could hear his anger but I could also hear his pain. I didn't want to listen anymore. I needed  relief. 

Jogging up the stairs into my apartment I enter to witness Liam is indeed in here, which is very unusual.  I'm about to question his actions when I notice he is definitely not alone. He was with a little blonde lad. My blonde lad Niall. 

" What's going on here?" Is what escapes my mouth first. 

" Hi Louis. " 

Niall is biting his nails watching Liam the entire time. 

" Um.....well.....I... I  knew today was going to be a handful for you so I booked Your favourite. "  Liam says.

Something seemed off but I let it pass because he was right. I needed a good fuck. 

*****

After all that activity food seems to be the only thing on my mind. I'm so hungry. I have a chat with Niall before calling Liam back upstairs. 

" Liam,  Niall and I are hungry. Please escort him down to the kitchen. Whatever he wants is on me" 

Niall smiles as he leaves the room. Liam looks at me questionably with raised eyebrows. 

" Not now Liam"

He doesn't normally question me but he of all people knows this is so out of character for me. 'Fuck and leave' that is the rules.

" And I really need my phone, I left it at home. Do you mind collecting it for me please".

*******

47 mins. That's how long it took until Niall finally returned to my apartment. Not like I was keeping time or anything...ok that's total bullshit. I was pacing the room anxiously biting my nails waiting for his return. So when I heard footsteps approaching I spun around to see Niall standing their leaning against the wall , arms crossed grinning.

" well?....... "  
I ask, curiosity eagerly taking over.  

" I did what you said, You were definitely right. " He replies. 

That's all I needed to hear. Not being able to contain my smile any longer. I pay Niall and return to finish up some paper work. 

As the day comes to an end, I grabbed my car keys off the desk and hurrily made my way down the corridor. I was almost at the back door exit when I hear faint singing. 

I stuck my head through the kitchen door to see Harry taking off his apron as he quietly sung to himself, some sort of tune I had never heard before. 

All day I had been scared to approach him but not now. I deliberately clear my throat catching his attention. 

" Harry hey. It's getting late I thought you had left ages ago" 

Harry collects his jumper thats hanging over a stall pulling it up and over his head. 

" Yeah I'm about to leave now. I just had a few extra things I wanted to get  done so it's easier for the big day tomorrow.  The birthday dinner for that VIP is at noon remember."  

" Yes , I'm glad you are well prepared." 

Harry doesn't respond, instead he gives a small smile as he eyes me up and down. I go to speak but he steps around me, walking towards the door.

" Harry wait......" 

Fuck!
I don't know why I even said that. I had no idea what to even say. I hadnt spoken to him all day and I just felt the need to be near him. He stops as he stands holding the door open. 

" Can we talk please ?" 

He pinches his lip as he frowns. At this point by the expression I'm receiving I'm 100% sure the answer is going to be a no.

" Its ok, forget I said anything. I will see you tomorrow. " 

I run the palm of my hand over my mouth as I turn to leave. His soft voice stops me as he unexpectadely speaks. 

" I wouldn't mind a lift " 

" You still don't have your car back? 

"Zayn leaves tomorrow and his been using it , tying up loose ends before he  flys out" 

" Oh...ok..sure I'd be glad to drive you home. " 

********

As I drive along the busy street I see Harry out the corner of my eye starring out the window. The strip is filled with litte late night cafes and pubs. I see him lick his lips. The silence is deafening so I make the rash decision to break it. 

" You hungry? " 

He swings around his dimples on full display. 

" A little bit yeah" 

" I'm more than happy to pull over so you can grab a bite to eat." 

" Sure..Thanks" 

For once luck is on my side and I find a parking spot immediately.  Unclicking his seat belt he looks at me questionably. 

" Are you joining me or waiting here?" 

" Ok I will come. I will meet you inside in a second. " 

Harry closes the door and proceeds into the small diner. I shove my hand into my pocket whipping out my phone sending off a quick text.  

" Working late , don't wait up."

*******

The food is almost gone and I've yet to express the words Ive been meaning  to say. Fuck it
I'm just gonna spill it. 

" Harry.. Look.. about Zayn -" 

" Stop." 

He keeps his attention on his basket of fries not willing to make eye contact. I don't want to stop, I've got the courage to finally have this conversation so I need this talk to continue. 

" Harry please." He lifts his head those green eyes pierced on mine. 
" I'm sorry ok. " 

There's another awkward silence. He takes a deep breath scanning his eyes around the room before settling back on me. 

" Lou, Seriously it's ok. I was hurt to start with but... Zayn... he made the decision to go without even consoling me first. We haven't been together  long, not even a year and to top it off we had been fighting so much lately so, it probably was just never meant to be. Anyway ...it's not like you had any idea Mr Brock was going to offer the position for his New York office... right? " 

I felt my entire body tense. I could feel myself becoming flushed and there was sweat building up in my hands.   

" No , ...no I didn't. " 

" Good. I'd hate to think otherwise. "

He smiles as he throws a fry up into the air catching it into his mouth. Right now he is fucking gorgeous and I should be loving this moment but I can't bring myself to it. 

It's at this time that I suddenly realise that most secrets, come with a price tag that you may be unaware of. However at some point, you will have to pay. 

***********

By the time I finally get to lay into my bed my confession is itching to get out of me. 

I knew

 Harry was sad and hurt about the situation with Zayn but I also knew he 

wasn't

 heart broken either. 

That's

 why I 

approached

 him in the 

kitchen

. 

The following I also knew...are 

you

 ready for it?

I also 

know

 that Harry thinks 

I'm

 extremely hot and in his words 

'very fuckable' 

Yes this piece of information has given me some confidence but 

I'm

 not entirely convinced just yet. This however is a massive step in the right 

direction

.

How did I exactly come to know of this exactly? 

Well

 he certainly 

didn't

 tell me 

did

 he........but some one did.........

*** A few hours earlier***

Niall had been 

taking

 alot longer getting some food than I had originally expected. Moments after he left I recieved a phone call. A very interesting phone call in the least. 

You see I have a new informant. What I am about to confess will no 

doubt

 have you 

believing

 I am some sort of asshole and yes you probably are right to an extent. So who is it you may ask? 

Not too long ago if you recall, I had a nice little sit down 

with

 none other than my kitchen hand Nathan. Such a nice young lad. I sorted him 

out

 with all his problems remember?

Well ....things in life are never free. 

In order for me to help Nathan he 

first

 had to agree to my terms. Those conditions being that he was to get as  close to Harry as he could, gain trust and collect every thought out of him about what Harry felt about me. 

Nathan spent the entire day taking every opportunity to bring my name up in every conversation. Harry unsuspecting as he was, had no idea Nathan was 

pumping

 info straight out of him.

According to Nathan, Harry had also  mentioned the following:

A. Although I was somewhat short I was still his type. "Good eye candy" I think was the correct words used.

B. I was 

kind

 and helpful and had the bluest eyes that he found so seductive.

C. He 

mentioned

 that If he ever had a chance 

with

 me he prays I am a TOP  

How lucky for him ;) 

Now 

don't

 hate Nathan, he was only doing 

what

 he had been 

asked

 of him and with his current 

situation

 he knew he needed my help.

Ofcourse I genuinely wanted to help him but at the same time I knew I could take advantage. 

Niall unfortunately is no saint either.

Niall hungry? give it a rest. He was on  a mission 

himself

 at the time. To throw himself in Harrys face and see how he reacted. I was 

hoping

 for jealousy and jealousy is indeed what was recieved. . 

Niall presenting himself in the kitchen made Harry uncomfortable, which is good.That was the plan. 

Niall reported that Harry never took his eyes off of him. Always studying him up and 

down

 with a constant frown. When Niall said Hello and introduced 

himself

 Harry showed no 

interest

 in being friendly only replying with a 

' Mmm Hmm' 

Niall also made sure to speak loudly to Liam about how much he liked me and wished to know me better. Poor Liam, I really should have informed him but I can 

only

 imagine his face it would 

have

  

been

 priceless.

So in conclusion, today was successful after all. 

Now its onto step 3......

but first 

let's

 take a gamble.

I hope out of bed in 

search

 for my laptop. After logging into my restuarants file system I search up Harrys name. Finding his phone number I break the employer confidentiality code ( 

certainly

 not the 

first

 time) and decide to send a text. 

" Hi 

it's

 Louis. Just want to say I had fun tonight . Sleep well. " 

That should do it. A bit 

like

 myself,  short and sweet. 

Now fingers crossed Zayn sees it 

before

 he leaves. 

It certainly would be the final nail in the 

coffin

. 

A/N

Sorry for the long wait. 

Also I know there 

wasn't

 a lot of larry in this chapter. I kind of 

wanted

 to start to give a little idea of Louis 

background

 and a bit of insight into 

why

 he is the way he is. 

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# Chapter 7 - Food Critic

A/N

Sorry for the wait. I just want to apologise in advance. 

This chapter has ALOT of dialogue. I know some people hate that but sorry. 

********

"Little secrets tend to grow up into big lies. So always tell the truth or eventually some-one will end up telling them for you"

8 Days. 
An entire 8 days, I've gone without any type of lies or manipulation towards Harry. 
But old habits seem to die hard....

I lean a hand down onto the bench while my other hand rests on my hip. With my head to the ground as I pant from the running I take a second to try and catch and my breath. 

" Fucking hell!! " I mumble as I struggle to draw air. 

Shit I am so unfit. Racing down the corridor is probably the most exercise I have done in over a year. 

"Bruno, Nathan, Where is Harry? !" 

The door to the storeroom slams making me flinch. Spinning around I notice Harry is not in the best of moods. The frown on his face and scrunched up nose gives it all a away. 

" I'm right here" 

Something has him on edge as his display of tone certainly isn't his normal cheery self. 

" Good . I have news. I have just been informed by Mr Payne that he has spotted Mr Gregory Flint out in the dining room." 

Harry drops the box he is carrying onto the counter. 

" Gregory flint !?! Are you serious? Great just fucking great ! " 

Whoa, not the exact reaction I was expecting, far from it actually. Gregory Flint is a world wide renoun food critic. Any chef would be over the moon about the opportunity to serve him. For the record and in my defence I had nothing to do with him being here. This suprise had shocked me aswell but Harry was panicking and I could see how anxious he had become. 

" Harry. Look I know its unexpected and the dining room is fully booked but this is a massive big deal here" 

Harry has started randomly walking around the kitchen slamming everything with a huff as he packs away the pantry items. He finally stops taking the opportunity to meet my eyes. 

" I'm not ready for this. I'm not prepared. Tonight's menu is not our best, we are all out of some ingredients, I have a sore back, I  dropped the salad earlier resulting into having to start all over again, I accidentally bumped into Jack just before his shift started spilling bolognaise over his shirt, fucking hell what else could possible go wrong for me today. " Harry yelled iut alk at once. . 

" With me, now!" 

I grabbed him by his arm guiding him to the back door. As soon as the fresh air hit my face I pulled a packet of cigarettes out of my back pocket. 

" Right. What has got you so worked up, I'm sure those little things you mentioned before wasn't all that has been upsetting you. I've never seen you this worked up before." 

Harry sits down on the gutter. His head hanging low as he stares at the concrete beneath him. 

" I'm so sorry Louis I've just had the shittest fucking day. I didnt mean to take it out on you or the others" 

He looks as though he is about to cry and normally I don't do these types of talks with anyone. I'm not the cuddle up and console person and this whole conversation feels nothing but 100% out of place for me. 

" Harry look at me. " 

He lifts his head and without any doubt his eyes are red and I can see his cheeks are wet. 

" Please talk to me. What's wrong? " 

Harry looks away in the opposite direction wiping his eye with the back of his palm. 

" I have to find somewhere else to live" Harry spoke so softly. 

" What !!! Why?" I asked super curiously. 

" Along with everything I had just told you , You know the apartment block I live in, well we all got a visit from the landlord today. The entire block is covered in asbestos and everyone has to vacate immediately. I'm screwed Louis. I don't have no where to go. With Zayn gone and my parents living too far away I have no-one I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. "

This wasn't happening. No wonder he was in such a bad mood. One thing I have come to realise of late, is that I can't handle seeing Harry un-happy. I don't like the un easy feeling that settles in my stomach whenever I witness him upset. 

" Jesus Harry. Why didn't you say anything earlier on today I could have made some calls. Who owns the building? I can ring some - " 

" Because it's my problem Louis not yours. I don't want to be a burden on anyone complaining about my issues. It's just been a tough day today, so many things have been going wrong, one thing after another. I can't catch a break and now Flint being here, I just...I can't deal with this tonight I just can't. " 

I couldn't believe what what I was hearing. This was such an amazing opportunity to have Mr Flint experience harrys culinary skills and today of all days his falling apart.

" Shit Harry. You said other things had happened aswell. What else went wrong today?" 

" Where do I start..I woke up late. My burnt my breakfast so had to go without because I was already late, as I was about to leave I spilt my coffee all over myself and had to change. Then the landlord was knocking on my door , some asshole bumped into me on my way into the back storage entrance , blaming me for the altercation when clearly it was he who wasn't watching where he was going. Then before you entered the kitchen I had made up the salad for today and was walking to the fridge when I tripped over my own 2 fucking feet and watched it all come crashing to the ground. Then you walked in to tell me about MR Flint!!" 

Harry let out a large breath. 

" Fuck Harry! No wonder you are so uptight. Look. Take a quick break. Wash up. Mediate....do something. You cannot let this opportunity pass Harry. Do you have any idea what that man out there can do for your career? I'm sorry I'm not trying to pressure you it's just, I really want you to be able to exceed and do well so others can see the potential that I already see in you." 

Harry pulled a cigarette out of my packet. 

" You smoke?" I ask curiously.

" As of now yes." 

Lunging forward I rip the smoke out of his hand. 

" NO way sunshine. You are not going to pick up a filthy habit just because of one bad day. " 

Harry sighs and he still looks way too worried. 

" Harry. I understand things don't seem to be going your way at the moment but can I please just say that if you ever need help always come to me. I know alot of people and can help you out. Like the asbestos, for an example. Please Harry give me the details and I can sort something out for you." 

Harry finally lets out a small smile. 

" Ok" 

We both stand up dusting the dirt off our pants. 

" Right. Relax ok. You got this. And Harry............Stop stressing about having no where to go. You can stay upstairs in my apartment for as long as you need. ' 

Harrys face lights up like its Christmas morning. 

" Oh my god Louis are you serious. Thankyou. Like seriously thankyou. Hang on ...Don't you use the apartment though?" 

" I do use it but believe it or not Mr styles I do actually have a house I also reside in. " 

Harry chuckles and flings his arms around My neck engulfing me into a tight squeeze and fuck I had never in my life been more appreciative of fucking asbestos.

Maybe the universe is on my side after all. 

Just as the two of us were about to turn around and enter back through the door. Bruno came running out. 

" Mr Flint has placed his order. " 

The look on Harrys face showed me he was excited but the fear of nervousness protruded through louder. 

" Go on. Show him how great you are." 

Harry smiles widely as I place my hand on his lower back ushering him back into the restaurant. 

******

I really don't know why I am feeling as nervous as I am. I can only imagine how Harry must be feeling. A few seconds ago I popped my head through the kitchen door to check on how he was dealing with it all. He was rushing around and I could see the sweat building up around his forehead. He was not coping with the pressure. 
I notice Jack walk past me holding a bottle of wine heading in the direction of the food critic. 

" Jack " I pronounced a little louder in order to grab his attention.

" What is Mr Flint like tonight? Is he in a good mood? " 

Jack, suprised at my question looks over in the direction of his table before looking back at me. 

" His very quiet actually. He hasn't said much at all, not even to his guest dining with him." 

Great. The last thing Harry needs is this man in bad mood. Fuck. 
If there's one thing I hate in this world,  it's knowing I can't do something to help, when I know I could have. 

" Let me take that " 

I reach out grasping the wine as Jack nods his head knowingly and continues on his way back through towards the bar.

The only thing I can think of right now is sweet talk. I'm good at that. Deep breaths , you can do this. 

Approaching the table, Flint lifts his head. It only takes him a nano second to recognise me as he immediately stands up extending his arm out to shake my hand. 

" Mr Tomlinson. Long time no see, your place is full and striving so it seems. " 

Flint grips my hand tightly grinning as he speaks. He is a nice guy and has many times given my place a great review. 

" Its nice to see you again Gregory, the pleasure is all my mine"

" I hear you have new chef on board." 

" Ah yes, Mr Harry Styles. A remarkable new upcomer.. A excellent chef if I say so myself, no bias ofcourse" I laugh with a wink. 

" Well I can only expect the best. I've heard the rumours about the great new food your now serving Louis so, since you hired him, there's nothing for me to worry about" 

" I will guarantee you will love it. Before I forget , here is a bottle of our newest fine wine, on the house obviously. " 

" You trying to bribe me there Tomlinson" says Flint with a comical tone.

" Absolutely.  Is it working?" 

Flint laughs as he places the bottle down onto the table before again engaging into another hand shake. 

" Look forward to your review Flint. Have a nice night. 

Watching Harrys food being delivered to Flint was nerve wrecking. I noticed Jack's hands shaking holding the plate of seafood as he walked past me on his way to Flint.

i decide on going back into the kitchen to see how his handling it all. Walking through I see Harry smile at me but it's a nervous smile. It's not hard to tell that his glad it's over. As Harry concentrated on Flints meal Bruno and Nathan picked up the slack with the rest of the other customers. Looking around my kitchen seeing my staff all working together and looking rather happy makes me so proud. 

*******

Harry like usual is the last to leave the restaurant. He seems to be hoverning around the kitchen as if prolonging the need to leave. It hits me then, the reminder our earlier conversation. 

" Harry  well done on such a great effort tonight you really out did yourself. I'm proud of you " 

Harry is grinning as he walks over closer .

" Thankyou. I just pray to god he writes something a little nice at least" he jokes making both of us chuckle. 

" So....here..." 

I pull out a set of keys that contains the key to the door at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the apartment and a key to the back door entrance of the restaurant.  

' You need these. Don't loose them. Also the TV doesn't work in there, so I left a laptop in there. It has Netflix incase you get bored " 

I remark playfully as Harry gently takes the keys off of me. 

" You have no idea how grateful I am Lou. " 

He places his arms around me to pat my back in a manly platonic way but somehow he drops his hands leaving them on the top of my back engulfing me into a hug. 

A hug that seems to be lingering once again. For a split second, I kinda forget where we are and he smells to good. I can feel myself becoming semi hard and pull back. 

" See you Tomorrow " 

*******
By the time I arrived home and had something to eat, I venture up to my room sitting on my bed propping myself up against the bedhead opening up my laptop. 

After 10 minutes have flown by I jump off of the bed heading to my shower. I desperately need a wank. 

I wrap my hand around my length. This is not going to last long at all. The streaming water is acting as lubricant against my hard cock and I don't hesitate to pump faster. My breathing has become erratic as visions of Harry flood my mind. Fuck....I moan as my cum shoots down to the shower floor as I run my finger over the tip of my head hissing at the sensitivity. 

When I return to my bed I once again look at the open laptop. Harry is still there, in nothing but his boxers. Only difference is this time he is no longer laughing at whatever he is watching.  His hand is stroking his cock through his underwear . His eyes are closed as his head is slightly tilted back. His biting his bottom lip and I can't turn my head away. Of course I wouldn't. This is what I've wanted. This is the reason I made sure to connect that Web cam to the one I have here.

Although I can not hear anything, every time he opens the laptop I can see everything. I notice what looks like a moan when he suddenly pulls down the top of his boxers letting his cock spring free. Fuck he looks magnificent as he spits onto his hand and vigorously starts pumping himself. 

Just when I think he must be coming to his high, I see him grab his phone with his spare hand totally thinking he must be looking for porn.....until all of a sudden my phone dings. 

From Harry: 
" Thanks for everything Lou. I promise I'm going to repay you. X " 

Holy fucking god ! 

He sealed it with a kiss at the end. He was Texting me while relieving himself. My own dick now rock hard again as I quickly type my reply. 

To Harry. 
" Look forward to it ;) " 

I watch closely as he reads my reply. He drops the phone thrusting his hips up off the bed as he his glides his hand up and down his length at a remarkable pace. I see him grip the bed sheet beside him as he arches his back the moment his cum splurts out of him quickly, landing on his stomach. My own dick twitches at the sight and as expected I now need to release all over again. 

The scene that has just taken place in front of me has been the most beautiful thing I have witnessed in a long time. If only Harry had any idea that he was being watched. Most importantly , the thing I can't get off my mind. He texted me in the middle of a wank session. Surely this has to mean something right????

********

So it seems fitting to once again at this time of night to do what I do best and  confess. 

'
They say it is easier to prevent bad habits than it is to break them' and id have to agree. I tried for a whole week to behave and 

I

 failed miserably. 

I sit 

looking

 at the 2 checks on the table in front of me and 

I

 know 

I've

 fucked up. I know 

I'm

 getting myself deeper and deeper into lies that could destroy me, 

yet

 

I

 still continue doing it. 

It's

 true,  there is seriously something 

wrong

 

with

 me. 

I'm

 glad Harry has settled into my apartment. Having Harry in such close proximity sends electricity and shocks of excitement straight through me. I was glad to help him, 

I

 just want to take care of him. Having Harry close by creates a sense of comfort that 

I

 

haven't

 experienced in such a long time, a feeling 

I've

 truly missed and desired. 

I pick up the checks looking at each one , cursing at myself for once again succumbing to the temptation of betrayal.

'Hudsons Building Co'

$15,000 

Hudsons Building 

Co

 is a local contractor who specialises in the identification and removal of asbestos. The man in charge turned out to be a old school friends father. It 

only

 took one mention of a lump sum to seal the deal.  The plan is to continue paying the company weekly to postpone the 

" Asbestos " fixture of the non existant asbestos. 

I wanted Harry closer to me, is it really that bad

?

Suprises is definitely something that I do not like. So when Mr Flint arrived at the restuarant without my knowledge it made me uncomfortable. I 

don't

 like not being able to be in control. 

However to say I was proud of Harry and his effort to win over Flint is an understatement. He worked hard, he displayed his talent and he has earned that positive article coming in the paper. 

Or did he? ........

The moment Harry 

informed

 me of his 

'bad day' 

I

 had already made up my mind. I could tell he was going to struggle and him freaking out in the kitchen was all I needed to see to approach Flint. 

There is nothing in this world that money cannot buy. 

When you are over the top wealthy , successful, powerful and have a way with words, you can always get what you want. The cheque in front of me proves it. 

MR FLINT

$5,000

Now Flint only wanted $5,000 for the perfect review. His only other 

condition

 was a full year of  free dining once a week. That was easy. Done deal. 

Now, my Harry has his name out there in the world and although I know he could have made it big on his own if He 

wasn't

 stressed, 

I

 

couldn't

 help but feel bad and needed to guarantee the perfect review. 

You see, 

I

 had organised the asbestos ordeal for that day but Mr Flint arriving on the same day was not planned. Like i said that part was not my doing. Harry was going to fail and 

I

 

couldn't

 let that happen to him.

No matter how much we plan and try to orchestrate our life, sometimes fate isnt always on our side. Life makes its own decisions but we always have a chance to react. The problem is , unfortunately every now and then it can be a selfish manipulative decision.

I've only ever wanted to just fuck Harry. To just have a chance to fully embrace every part of him. To kiss him, to run my hands through his hair. To just spend one glorious night with him and ..bam ..be done with him. The more that the weeks go on , I can feel myself being pulled towards him in a way I've promised myself never to
 return to again. .....Love..... 

Love is not for me anymore. 

I can promise you I 

don't

 deserve it.

I choose to ignore the butterflies and the fireworks that explode when we touch. 

I 

can't

 love Harry. 

I refuse to let myself be happy again and we all can agree on this one..

He deserves someone alot better than me. He deserves to be happy unlike myself. .......

At some point, 

I

 just hope I 

don't

 get myself in too deep with this quest of capturing Harry. If things ever went south with him, 

I

 

don't

 know if I could ever forgive myself. That 

thought

 is scary and the worst part about this whole 

Harry

 situation, is 

there's

 no turning back....... 

I just wonder wether 

I

 give in, up my game, seduce and dispose of Harry and get it over with. Then maybe this whole obsessive claim  

I

 

can't

 seem to shake may finally 

disappear

,

 and maybe just maybe, then my life will return to normal ??? 

A/N 

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# Chapter 8 - SUPRISE!! 

HARRY POV !!!!

A/N

Hi everyone. Someone had asked me to throw in a unexpected suprise with a chapter from HARRY pov. So here is a little snippet into the mind of Harry. Hope you enjoy, as this will be the one and ONLY chapter from his POV
. 

I was quite often told growing up that the most beautiful love story is experienced, when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. 

Does starting to fall in love with your boss, while only really wanting to focus on your career fall under that category?

My name is Harry styles and I currently work as a head chef at 28RED. My mum told me once, to choose a career that you love , so it will never feel like 'work'. How true that is, I mean having Louis Tomlinson as your boss makes life alot less stressful anyway. How can it not?

Working with Louis has been nothing but a pleasant experience. His kind, his respectful, he looks after his workers, his someone you know you can trust. Last but not least, he is drop dead fucking gorgeous.

I owe him everything right now. He has been some comfort when Zayn left, a huge supporter of my dream job and just recently a saviour when I needed a place to stay. He truly is amazing and I've decided I would like the chance to repay him.

Asking around the restuarant, it seemed a bit odd that alot of the staff didnt seem to know much about Mr Tomlinson. It wasnt until I grew enough courage to ask Liam who at first, refused to give me no information at all but after a little grovelling he made mention that Louis is quite fond of soccer, which is great because I also am a massive fan. 

Finally having something to go on , I've done a little research and have found that there is a game being played Sunday evening. I purchase the tickets and hope to hell he says yes. The only thing I'm concerned about is wether he assumes it's a date. I mean, I wouldn't mind if it was, I'd love it very much actually. However I am his employee and he is my boss. There is no way he would cross that line and I would never force it.

Last week out of the blue Louis had texted me. I cannot for the life of me remember giving him my number but that doesn't mean I didn't. I had alot to drink the night Zayn, Louis and myself were at the bar and its probably likely that I gave it to him then. 

Staying in Louis apartment has felt weird. By the time the restaurant has closed and everyone has returned home it's rather lonely. The only noise I can occasionally hear is from the light traffic outside. 

Sitting on his bed with the laptop open, the tickets are still displayed on the screen. Glancing at the time I realise it's later than I thought. It's 10.50pm. I pick up my phone to type my message but decide its too late and place it back down again. 

I run my hand through my hair and pick the phone back up again. I stare at the screen for a few seconds before looking at the clock once again. I'm itching to ask him about the game but I'm worried he may be in bed and the last thing I'd want to do is disturb or interrupt his sleep making him hate me. 

Chickening out, I shake my head no and put it down again. The moment it hits the sheet my phone dings. Rushing to pick it up I can't help but get excited when I see Louis name appear. 

From Louis :
" Hope you are awake. Just wanted to check in and make sure you have settled in all ok." 

Not wasting any time my fingers move relatively fast creating my reply. 

To Louis:
" I'm awake. Was just thinking about you actually. I really appreciate all the help you have given me lately. So I would really like it if I could maybe ...you know, take you out Sunday evening? There's a soccer match on if you are interested. Also I've settled in fine. Thankyou again X."

Let's say I was beyond nervous as I awaited his reply but I will admit there was also that tingly buzzing sensation that was making the whole situation so thrilling.When my phone dinged and I read his reply, for some reason I felt more excited than I really should have been. It's not a date after all, so when I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it with pure joy all I could be grateful for was the fact that I was alone and there was no way Louis could witness my over the top enthusiasm. 

I re -read the message 3 or 4 times smiling like a dork and I knew it was wrong to be so excited. I had to keep reminding myself that nothing could possibly ever happen between us as much as id like it too because, its just not professional. 

Since meeting Louis something ignited inside me whenever I'm around him and its an unusual feeling that I've never experienced before, probably being the weird reason I simply cannot explain it. It's like he has this enticing aurora and every time he slightly breathes I feel myself being more and more driven towards him. 

From Louis : 
" I'm so glad you are ok. If you ever need anything please do not hesitate to call me.....p.s You really dont need too but soccer hey, yeah sounds like a plan. It's a date ! "

The last part has me a little worried. This is what I didn't want to happen. I know what your thinking I'm contradicting myself. Yes it's a fact, I am totally and utterly confused about my feelings and actions. 

As much as I think he is hot and would love to take things further its not plausible. I'm ok with keeping my little crush on him a secret. I'd rather get to know him properly and would be happy to just spend a good amount of time with him as friends. It's not Louis I'm more concerned about its me. What if I'm the one who can't control myself and over step the working boundary. The last thing I need is to loose my job. 

Not my choice but I find myself frowning at my phone for a few moments.. Do I reply , do I not? 

Ding. 

From Louis : 
" Sorry I shouldn't have said it's a date. I'm happy to still go. I'd love to spend some time with you Harry, you are a nice fella. Goodnight. " 

I relax the moment I see that. Sometimes it feels that Louis knows me too well, which I know sounds crazy and is totally not possible since I have only known him for barely a month. 

I smile as I close the laptop and pull up the blanket. Like always, Louis memorising sea blue eyes are the last thing I see before falling asleep. 

*********
By the time Sunday arrives, I decide to do a little late minute shopping. I don't want to admit the urge I have to impress Louis. I really want a new shirt and jeans, something fresh.

Grabbing the keys along with my wallet and phone I slowly head down the stairs. The restuarant is closed today so I'm pulled to a stand still when I hear voices. I cannot make out who it is as they are talking softly but sternly, so I quietly make my way down the corridor stopping at Louis office door when I hear Liam speak. 

" Louis what is going on with him?" 

I hear Louis sigh.

" Liam keep your voice down. Trust me ok. I know what I'm doing. I like him alright." 

" You know I'm only looking out for you. Has he signed a NDA?.......... 
Have you told him about the other thing, does he know about -"? 

Louis quickly interrupts him cutting Liam off, which has pissed me off because, are they talking about me? and do I know about what ? 

" No he doesn't and its going to stay that way " Louis replies.

I can hear the shuffling of feet so I duck into the bathroom door a few steps across the corridor leaving the door open ajar, watching them walk together as they enter out through the store room. 

My desire for shopping had vanished. I kinda felt rather deflated. I headed back up into the apartment where I spent most of the afternoon reading instead.

The game was due to start at 6pm. The stadium was only a 20 minute drive away and when the clock struck 5pm I again recieved a text from Louis. 

From Louis:
" I've just pulled up at the restuarant. By any chance are you ready, thought we could leave a little earlier and grab something to eat along the way."

It had only occurred to me then that we hadn't discussed how we were getting there or what time we were leaving. 

To Louis:
" Give me 10 minutes." 

From Louis:
" No worries. Meet me in my office I just have to quickly do a few things." 

Quickly spraying on some deodorant and making a last minute fixture to my hair, I grab the printed out tickets tucking them loosely into my back pocket.

Knocking as I slowly push open the office door, Louis spins around to greet me with a quick smile before turning back towards the filing cabinet securely locking it. 

" Hi there. Please tell me your hungry, I haven't had the opportunity to eat anything, I've been busy all day I could really go a burger."

The conversation that I over heard earlier is still playing on my mind and as much as I want to ask about it I can't and the curiosity is driving me insane. Serves myself right for eavesdropping in the first place I guess. But I can't help it I'm entrigued. 

As he walks over closer I cant help but check him out. He looks so different today. I'm used to seeing him in suits all week and to now see him dressed so casually in a white tee and yellow pants. 
My god I suddenly couldn't breathe. 

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" Sure that would be great." 

Louis smiles as he rubs his hands together before placing his hand on my lower arm gently tugging me out the door. 

" I hope you don't mind, I called up Frank my chauffeur who I had for many years. He is waiting outside come on." 

***********

After stopping by McDonald's drive thru we arrive at the stadium with only 15 minutes to spare. Stepping out the car, I realise I've spilt some sauce on my leg and bend down trying to discretly rub it off but it just ends up making it worse. Of course this happens to me, thats just my type of luck. 

There's so many people and having to push through a crowd isn't normally my scene. Eventually making our way to the ticket collection point, I reach into my back pocket to find it empty. I frantically start feeling all my pockets as Louis notices me fretting. 

" Shit . The tickets , the paper, it's gone. " 

How fucking embarrassing this is. Louis is looking around on the ground and I have the urge to just curl up in a ball and die.

" For fuck sakes this is not happening, no of course it is. " I whine.

I scan my eyes around noticing Louis has vanished. I can't see him anywhere. When I do finally find him I notice him talking to another man at a different entrance point. Louis has pulled something out his pocket and has shown the Tall older man some sort of card who then nods his head. 

It's then Louis looks around at me waving me to come over. It seems Louis is a member here and has a VIP box. Why doesnt this suprise me at all, I should have known. It doesn't make me feel any less like a dickhead loosing the tickets. I wanted to pay, I wanted to make him feel special but once again its Louis to the rescue. 

The VIP box is spectacular. The view is unbelievable. Ive never had the chance to watch a live game like this before and even though im still a little mad, its hard to stay in that type of mood while in Louis presence. He has the ability to make you smile and enjoy yourself even if you didnt feel like it. 

There's only one other person in the room with us who is some sort of waiter. He walks in and out replacing the food and beverages when it starts to get low. Both Lou and myself have been tucking into the beers and seeing the way Louis gets so excited when we score is the cutest thing I've ever seen. He has these adorable little crinkles by the side of his eyes when he smiles and laughs and I can't help but wish he wasn't my boss. 

Nearing the end of the game. The score is tied. Louis is so focused on the game with such concentration I take the sneaky chance to just fond a little. I'm snapped out of it pretty quickly when Louis jumps and squeals. Looking out on the field we have a penalty shot and both Louis and I are starring intensly out the window. 

We score and the stadium erupts into a loud roar. Louis turns to me smiling as he holds his hands up in the air as he celebrates , not paying attention to the beer he is spilling out all over the floor. 

I'm dont know what got into me at that moment. The beer? The excitement? The adrenalin? What ever it was that prompted me to do it, I wish I could take it back. 

Placing both my hands on either side of Louis cheeks I pulled his face close to mine , pressing my mouth to his to secure a huge peck of the lips. 

Pulling back when I realise my mistake. I grasp my hands over my mouth and immediately go into panic mode. 

" Fuck"

Louis hasn't moved and there's no expression at all on his face. He directs his attention back to the window starring blankly out at the field. I've fucked up I can feel it. The atmosphere has changed and now I'm positive my career is over. 

Louis coughs a little and I see him hold his finger up slighlty brushing it over his lip like his in deep thought. I'm such a fucking idiot. I want to say something, anything to apologise but no words escape my mouth. 

Running away from your problems is a race you will never win but it's a chance I'm willing to take. I run to the door with no hesitation of not looking back. The first taxi I see I jump in. 

Determined to crawl into a hole and dwell in my own humiliation, when I arrive back at the restuarant, I literally fall into the bed screaming my frustration into the pillow. I can't believe I did that. I hear something that resembles footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart starts racing when I hear.....

" Harry ?" 

Louis stands in the doorway. I need to speak first, I need to apologise and pray he forgives me. Having his employee kiss him is probably the last thing he has ever wanted or expected . I stand up approaching him and he can see the pain in my eyes. I open my mouth ready to express my regret but my lips are suddenly shooshed quiet by his finger. 

There's a sense of power in play. I'm trapped under some mind blowing spell. As Louis eyes pierce into mine I feel Ive fallen into a trance. He firmly grips each of my shoulders and I carefully watch as he slowly runs his hands down each of my arms, stopping when he reaches my hands.

His sensual, deep and extremely dominant. I've seen him with that Niall boy, I've seen him take control but I never expected it to feel this fucking enticing. It was a very sexy combination and in that moment I 100% forgot that Louis was my boss. 

I didn't know what was going to happen next. A kiss maybe? I dunno but I definitely wasn't ready for what was to come. 

Louis leaned closed to my ear his breath on my skin making me tremble. 

" You sure you really want me Harry?"

" Yes " I whisper. 

My consent seemed to give the green light its full affect as Louis quickly turned me around taking a few steps pushing me forward, my stomach now pressed up against the wall. He grabbed my hands raising them above my head holding them firm in place, in an attempt at letting me know well and truly, that he was the one in control. 

He placed a kiss on the back of my neck which sent shivers down my spine. I felt a hand wrap around my waist falling down to my hard cock. Running his hand over my length I heard him let out a soft moan. He pulled back away from me, no longer feeling his body on mine. 

" Take your clothes off but stay where you are" 

I didnt respond, I just did as I was told. Not understanding how Louis has made me feel so submissive was worrying me. The whole idea of BDSM was unquestionably not my normal bedroom antics and it never will be. It just concerns me how much power he is seemingly having over my body. It's like my mind is saying no but my body is saying yes.

I hear a drawer close and again I smell his body aroma behind me. 

" Hands on the wall" 

I'm ashamed to admit how much his voice alone is turning me on. I feel my legs being pushed open via his knee. The warmth of the palm of his hand slides all the way down my back leaving me craving more. He cups my ass with a tight squeeze as he starts to place the most small delicate kisses along my shoulder blade. 

My ass cheeks are being slowly opened as he gently circles his finger around my hole and fuck I'm so ready for this. But as quickly as his fingers appeared they vanished. 

Without turning my head or moving I hear him pulling down his pants. The sound of them hitting the ground sends butterflies to my belly. I hear a packet being ripped open along with a squirt of what I can assume is lube. 

I feel his hands back on my ass giving me a solid squeeze before he pulled open my cheeks widely. Without any hesitation or warning I felt a finger being pushed up inside me. I flinch a a little at first but soon feel his free hand wrap around my chest pinching my nipple. As hard as I tried I couldn't help but moan. Hearing that Louis entered another finger, instantly scissoring me to stretch me open. I can feel Louis grinding behind me his boner pressing against the back of my thigh. 

Louis has build up a faster steady rhythm sliding his fingers in and out occasionally stroking against my prostate. Something snaps in Louis the moment I push down onto his fingers. He forcefully flips me around and I finally get to see him. Standing there butt naked with a condom on, there's pure desire pouring out his face with his eyes looking nothing but sinful. 

" Up" He says quietly but firmly.

He taps my leg. The thing about Louis is that even though he may be short and petite looking, don't underestimate his strength. His arms are beyond toned, so I jump as he cups me under my thighs pinning me to the wall.

Letting one hand free he grabs his dick and aligns himself at my entrance. He slowly slides me down as he looks over my face. There's no words spoken but for some reason he looks worried and I have no idea why.

Holding me up by my legs he bounces me slowly at first. Our faces are close and I want to kiss him. His thin pink lips are calling out to me, so I move my head forward eager to taste him. Unexpectadely Louis turns his head away slightly allowing me to kiss his cheek. 

It's then that the sex changes. There's no intimacy anymore, it suddenly feels like an empty fuck. He starts to pound in and out of me and even thou I wish it was more sensual, I'm still enjoying him rail me. I look past the pain in my back from the friction against the wall as I feel myself ready to come. 

" Louis..shit I'm close"

It's like he doesn't hear me or pay any attention. He pulls out of me slowly and rams back in.

" Looou"

I spill my load in between us and I watch Louis lick his lips.

" Say my name again" he pants. 

" Louis"

" NO the other one."

"Lou?" 

" That's it baby"

I repeat his name as he fucks me harder. He doesn't warn me of his high. His grip on my legs increase as he digs his nails in firmly. 

" Fuck" ..he groans into my neck. 

Louis lowers me to the ground and as happy as I was 15 mins ago, I don't feel great right now. What the hell had happened. While he ties off the condom throwing it into the bin. I take the opportunity to quickly dress myself because it's become all too awkward. 

Entering the bathroom I wash my hands after lifting up my shirt wiping off my torso. I will shower once he has gone but now this moment I need to talk to him. 

Re-entering the room Louis is fully dressed and heading towards to the door. Was he not even going to say goodbye? 

" Lou" 

He keeps walking and when he reaches the top of the staircase I can't help but raise my voice. 

" LOUIS!!" 

He stops but doesn't turn around. My heart is racing like crazy. 

" What is matter? Did I do something wrong? Whatever it is that I did I'm sorry. " 

There's a tiny moment of silence before Louis answers.

" See you Tomorrow for work Harry and don't be late." 

There it is, Boss Louis is back and now he his gone. 

My whole mind body and soul is fulfilling with fear and regret. A mistake a stupid stupid mistake. I promise myself I won't cry and head to the shower instead. 

When I finally get to crawl into bed Louis is all I can think about. 

When we get a quiet moment to ourselves we quite often get the opportunity for self reflection. There's many things Im feeling tonight and there's one thing I need to get off my chest. There's a confession I have, a small secret that I know I should confess but not to Louis. 

The reality hits me that 

I've

 just crossed a line. 

I've

 slept with my boss.

I've

 wanted to be a chef for so long. 

Working at 28RED has always been a dream for me. So much so, I was willing to do whatever it took to get me there. 

Un known to Louis, meeting him in the restuarant that night was not a coincidence. Loosing his Chef was always going to 

happen

. How do I know this? Pierre is an 

old
 'friend' of mine who I met at a culinary conference many years ago. Were we close? Not particuly. He was a very "look at me , 
I'm

 better 

than

 you" type of person, so the idea of getting rid of him 

didn't

 make me feel guilty at all. 

You see, 

I've

 known of Mr Tomlinson for many years. 

He

 was the one who inspired me to pursue my career. 

I've

 always wanted to work in his restuarant. Who 

wouldn't

. 

It's

 successful, well known and its owned by LOUIS TOMLINSON. To say 

I've

 always had a crush on him is an understatement. 

So bumping into Pierre on a night out 

with

 Zayn I listened to Pierre go on and on about wanting to start his own business. I knew of a man who was close with one of Zayns co workers who was planning on starting a restuarant franchise and was in need of a partner. I only had to simply plant the seed. Giving him the 

man's

 number was easy. Calling Jeff and insisting on hiring Pierre was even easier. The rest is history. 

I would never let Louis know of such a terrible act 

I've

 preformed. It makes me feel severely embarrassed that I stooped that low. 

It's

 something 

I'm

 totally ashamed of because I know its something Louis would never do or be proud of. 

I 
currently hate myself. I'm considering how tomorrow at work is going to pan out and its giving me anxiety. I really liked him and I ruined it. I regret it all but mostly the fact that I've disappointed Louis.

Everything about him is perfect. His looks, his personality, his lifestyle, his friends and his business. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt him in any way but clearly I somehow have. He showed me that tonight. My heart is hurting. 

I know what I have to do. I just really hope I have the strength to do it. 

***********

A/N

So ...what did you 

think

 about Harrys POV and confession? 

What is it do you think Harry is 

going

 to do? 

Thoughts on Louis?

# Chapter 9 - Is that the pizza?

LOUIS POV

There are 3 solutions to face any problem.You can either accept the problem, change it or leave it. 
If you can't accept it then change it, if you can't change it then leave it. 

Harry is now my problem. 

Was I a cunt to him? Yes.
Did I want to be an asshole? No.
Did I have a choice? No.
Do I feel bad ? Yes. 
The last and most important, can I be with Harry? Still No.

Why you ask. 
It's a long story that I'm willing to slowly share. 

Being gay isn't something you choose but you do face choices about wether and how to discuss it. Am I straight, Gay, bi , I've never been asked about it directly. I've seen the looks and the whispers and that's the reason I have the NDAs in place. I can't let anyone know my sexuality and there's a good reason behind it. 

However I'm tired of the hiding and the lying by omission. I've suffered for years because I've been too scared to let anyone see or know the real me. My spirit has suffered along with my relationships. 

Someone once told me that being in the closet was similar to living in a vertical casket and its true. There is that part of me hidden that just feels dead most of the time because I simply cannot embrace it. 

Having to be worried about being 'caught' or 'found out' is always on my mind. Hence the NDAs. Trying to live a double life is starting to become very tiring. There are some people in this world that think being gay is a choice. It's not....but alot of the time I really wish it was. 

I wish I could explain why I cant be with him but I can't, not yet. I will confess that walking out on him so rudely after having sex broke me. When he called my name, hearing the hurt in his voice stripped down one of the many walls I have up so high guarded tightly around me. I needed to be strong.  What was I to do? 

No way was I expecting to fuck Harry that night. I was dam well no where near prepared for that. I most certainly was not ready for him to try and kiss me. 

Sex with Harry wasn't how I had ever imagined. I've dreamt of how our first time would be and it definitely wasn't like it had went down. For that I'm truly disheartened.... not for me but for him.

At first having sex with Harry made me feel alive. Something I don't usually feel with Niall or any of the other boys. Touching his skin made me crave him more. In that moment he was a magnet. I couldn't get close enough to him, feel him enough, his touch alone sucking me in for more. 

Then it happened. He moved to kiss me. I never kiss anyone. Fuck them yes but kissing them is a no-no. Kissing is intimate. It's a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear. Kisses are messengers of love and tenderness. One kiss could bind 2 souls together in a second. There was no way I could chance that, Because I feel different around Harry which absolutely terrifies me and as much as I try to deny it , I feel him starting to have a massive impact on my heart and that I will not allow. I can't. 

So how do I plan on fixing all this? 
Distance myself. 

Pulling into the restuarant car park I check out my hair in the rear vision mirror before grabbing my phone and heading inside. Opening the door there's a strong scent that hits my nose. Whatever it is, it smells amazing. I catch a glimpse of Nathan down the other end of the corridor. 

" Nathan!!!!" He whips his head around quickly at the sound of his name and starts to proceed towards to me. 

" My office". 

I reach the office before him and when he enters the room he immediately asks if he has done something wrong. After reassuring him he was not in trouble he relaxes a little. 

" How are things in the kitchen this morning?" 

It then hits Nathan why I have brought him in here and he nods with understanding

" Quiet. Very very quiet. " 

" Other than quiet, everything running smoothly?" 

" Harry has barely said a word to anybody. He has cooked up something new for the menu. It smells delicious. He did mention earlier he wanted to see you this morning to see if it was menu worthy but he doesn't look happy at all his a little mad I think. " 

" Thanks Nathan. Can you inform Harry to address Mr Payne with the new dish. He will decide for me, you may leave." 

Nathan stands nods and exits the room. Picking up my phone I call Liam immediately to inform him about harrys taste testing.

I stayed in my office pretty much all day. Avoiding Harry? yes I was! It was almost time for the dinner shift to start and I knew all staff would be busy, fully believing no -one would see me sneak Niall in through the back door. As it happens to be my unlucky week Harry exits the kitchen as Niall and I are clearly visible at the other end of the corridor. 

It's wasnt my intention to deliberately hurt him this way but I've been too stressed. I needed a relief outlet and Niall was it and I couldn't take him back to my house. It was what was best and most convenient for me. It was purely just bad timing for Harry. 

Noticing Niall I wittnessed Harry fling open the kitchen flap door followed by a loud bang and crashing sound. Niall looked to me as we both jumped.

" Upstairs and take your clothes off, I will be there soon." 

Curiosity got the better of me and I had to go check on him as if it was some sort of instinct or second nature. I couldn't bring myself to go in there, I'm not ready to face him. I opt to raise my head and look through the little round window circle on the flap door.  

The first thing I see is Nathan with his arm around consoling him. Can't wait to hear what that's all about. 

" Louis"

I hear Liam and turn around to face him. He peaks through the window to see what it was that had my attention.  Returning his head my way he burrows his eyebrows.

" Do I need to be concerned?" 

" Not at all" I respond. However I'm not sure if I even believe that myself. 

" NDA?"

" Soon. I promise." 

Leaving Liam I make my way back to my apartment where Niall like always was waiting patiently. 45 minutes later and as I watch Niall leave the room it feels good to just be able to fuck and not feel a single thing. This is what I like.........but I'd never admit, it's not what I want. 

************

It's been 3 days since I've spoken to Harry and today he doesn't look as mad as yesterday, if anything he looks upset. I was left with no choice but to address the staff in the weekly meeting in the kitchen. I made sure to avoid any eye contact with him but I constantly felt his gaze upon me. 

I knew it would have to happen at some point, I just wished it wasn't today. 

" Louis?" 

His voice with that mellifluous tone has me shivering inexplicably with a tingling sensation fullfilling my entire body.

" Mr styles what can I do for you, I'm rather busy"

I can't even bring myself to look at him instead keeping my eyes glued to the folder in my hand pretending to skim over the notes. A few seconds pass by with no reply which prompts me to finally look at him and I wish I hadn't. 

It's the first time I've looked into his eyes since that day in my apartment. He looks like his gonna cry and fuck I just want to hug him and tell him I'm sorry but it's not possible. Most of the staff have vacated the kitchen beside Bruno, Jack and Nathan and I can feel all 4 sets of eyes starring at me. 

I'm not sure what it is but something inside him changes and he decides to let it go.

" Doesn't matter" Harry says dropping his head. 

" Good. I don't have time to waste, everyone back to work." 

On my way back to the office my phone dings and I smile as I reply.
'Pizza sounds good' 

The rest of the night flies by and I hear foot steps approaching past my office and I know its Harry as everyone else has left. The footsteps stop outside my door and I anticipate the knock but it doesn't come as I hear the footsteps continue on down the corridor. I look at the time and rise to my feet. I have a pile of tax papers to file so I hurry to get it done. I come across the asbestos invoice and I flip open my laptop depositing another payment. 

After securing my office I turn towards the kitchen to leave but I stop. I'm just standing there in a massive debate with myself. I decide to go and apologise which seems completely foreign to me but I will give it my best shot. 

As I stand at the entrance to my apartment I can't hear any noise. 

" Harry"

I call out and hear a little rustling. 

" Come in"

Harry is sitting on the bed with Netflix open. 

" Hey, what are you watching?" 

I curse to myself internally. 

'Good one Louis, fuck him, ignore him and now act like u have any right to know what his doing' 

" Can't decide. Do you need something or ? " 

Yep his mad at me and I don't blame him. I'm actually glad he is. I have no idea how to apologise so I'm just gonna blurt it out. 

" I'm sorry Harry. " 

Harry starts chipping away at his nails.

" What did I do wrong Louis?" 

" Harry please listen to me carefully. " 

I place myself next to him on the bed. 

" You didn't do anything wrong. I know its totally clique but it's me not you". 

Harry scoffs. 

" C'mon Lou. Look I get it ok. You didn't want that to happen between us. And I promise it won't happen again. You are my boss I'm your worker it's just not acceptable and it shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry I thought u liked it but I can tell it never meant anything to you. I just made the mistake of thinking you liked me more but I absolutely agree Lou it was a mistake only, just please I still want to be your friend. Don't shut me out. I'm sorry if I hurt you or -"

" Harry stop."

I couldn't let him go on. He still thinks he's done something wrong. How do I explain that I do want him but I just can't. How do I explain to him that the problem is with me and that he is too good for me.

" Harry. You have it all wrong. I did want it to happen. Please don't think otherwise. I'm sorry for being such an ass to you. You didnt deserve that. You are a wonderful guy and I....I....want yo-..............you are right. I'm your boss and it shouldn't happen again." 

I nearly told him I wanted him. 
What the fuck is happening with me? 
Harry is starring at the laptop screen not saying a word. 

" Ok. Agreed. It won't happen again. Please don't hate me thou Lou please. I've been trampled on by men for most of my life. I have trust issues and I really like you Louis I feel connected to you. You are a great friend."

Fuck. Ive literally just friend zoned myself but it's probably for the best. ........who the fuck am I kidding. No I will shag him again I'm Louis tomlinson after all. 

" Harry of course I'm your friend. I won't hurt you anymore. You can trust me."

"Thankyou. I just ask that you are honest with me Lou. I've been bitten too many times before and I can't go through much more crap. So if there's anything you need to tell me, please lay it all out now so we can establish a proper honest friendship." 

This is the moment I could have confessed everything. It was the perfect time. If I told him everything I'd done since meeting him I'd surely loose him. So I held my breath and do what I do best.....lie. 

" I have nothing to hide Harry." 

Says me, with everything to hide. 

" You wanna watch this one?" 

I look at my watch, I can spare an hour. 

" Absolutely, scoot over" 

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click. You feel comfortable with them as if you have known them your entire life. You feel like maybe, you just don't have to pretend anymore. Harry scares me. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel like......me. 

The movie has only literally been on for 35 minutes. Harrys head has fallen to my shoulder. I smile to myself as I listen to his tiny snores. I find myself using my hand to move a piece of hair out of his eyes.

I slowly manoeuvre my way out from the bed, grabbing the blanket and putting it over him. I couldn't waste the opportunity, I bend down placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

' 
You are so beautiful, 

I

 just wish I had met you earlier'  
I whisper. 

It was ok, because I knew he was sleep or so I thought. 

I walk back to my office and write him a note. I return back to the apartment and leave the note and yellow envelope on the counter. 

'
Harry, 

Had to leave 

I'm

 sorry. Glad we talked. There is one last 

thing

 I need done and I do feel like a prick about it but Liam does insist. 

It's

 not that I 

don't

 trust you because I do but I need you to 

sign

 this for me. Since we were 

intimate

 and plan on staying close friends I need 

you

 to sign this NDA. Please try not to be too mad. Sorry again. 

-Louis. 

**********

Pulling into my driveway I leave my gates open knowing the pizza delievery guy will soon be by. It's been a long day and I hate cooking so it's a win win for me. 

The first thing I do is take a quick 10 minute shower. The pizza should arrive any minute now which is great cos I'm literally starving not had a chance to eat anything today.

I throw on some grey sweat pants and a white tee. I head down to the lounge room near the front door. The moment I sit to relax is ofcourse the time the door bell rings. For fuck sucks I mumble to myself. 'Coming' I yell as I collect the money from the hallway entrance stand. 

Opening up the door I continue looking at the money counting to make sure I had it all there. I'm snapped out of my own little world when I hear ....

" Hi Lou"

Oh no... nononono what is he doing here. He can't be here. My worse nightmare is coming to life right before my eyes and I don't even have a split second to even contemplate what to do because I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

" Is that the pizza dad ?" 
  
Harrys eyes haven't moved from mine not even to glance behind me. His hurt so hurt its all over his face. I feel a sudden rush of guilt and despair and for the first times in years I swear I'm having an anxiety attack.

"Baby can you please go back upstairs for a moment and give us a minute, I have some work business to quickly attend too" 

I turn back to Harry who has his eyes squinted close pinching the bridge of his nose. 

" Harry let me explain I -" 

He cuts me off.

" You lied to me"

" No I didn't I just .....didn't tell you the whole truth." 

"Jesus Louis you still deceived me, I asked you didnt I? I asked if there was anything and not to lie to me. You have just shown me exactly how much you care about me Lou. Obviously not enough to be honest or even friends material."

" Harry please. I have the answers if you will just let me talk and explain. What are you doing here anyway? How did you know where I lived?" 

He waves the yellow envelope at me and his on the verge of crying. 

"It doesn't matter how I know the point is, I thought about what you had said earlier, you know about being friends and I decided that I liked you enough, trusted you enough to just sign them so I could spend time with you. What a fucking idiot I was " 

Harry rips the envelope in half and throws it at my chest 

"Fuck you Louis fuck you."

As I watch Harry turn and leave I notice the pizza guy standing there looking very awkward. I didn't see or hear him arrive. 

"Thanks" 

I walk back inside closing the door and setting the pizza on the kitchen table. I take a second to take a deep breath trying to take in all that had happened in the last 15 minutes. Harry was here. Harry knows one of my secrets. 

Confession
:

Sasha Tomlinson aged 14 years old.

My life. My treasure. My daughter. 

When writing the story of my life , 

I've

 always made sure I was the one to hold to the pen. No-one at work besides Liam knows about 

Sasha

. She is not allowed at the restuarant and Liam is under a NDA as to not disclose anything. 

There's

 a reason for that but 

that's

 a story for another day. 

Harrys face was shattered when he discovered Sasha. I know 

I've

 fucked up and I should 

have

 told him when 

I

 had the chance then maybe it 

wouldn't

 have been so bad. 

Seeing how devastated he looked has me gasping for air. I can only imagine how he is gonna react when he finds out, that not only do I have a daughter but a wife also. 

*************

A/N

Thoughts on chapter? 

Sorry I was running on only a couple of hours sleep when I wrote this chapter. 

Sorry if 

it's

 crap.

Please remember to like comment and share, it keeps me motivated. 

♡

# Chapter 10 - Im Sorry 

A/N

Here is a picture of how 

I

 see Louis daughter Sasha. 

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LOUIS POV

A secrets worth depends on the person from whom it must be kept. Women may be better at keeping secrets but men are definitely more comfortable with hiding them. This is one of the first things I was ever taught. 

I have always felt ok with keeping things to myself, the less others know the better for me. Harry discovering one of my well kept secrets has really thrown me out of my comfort zone as for the first time in a long time, I don't actually know what to say or do. I'm completely running blind. I have NO plan. 

Trying to sleep last night proved near impossible. I'm pretty sure I saw the sunlight peering in through the side of the curtains before my dreary eyes decided to finally surrender to rest. Problem was I never heard my alarm and I absolutely slept through the 15 missed calls from Liam. 

Now Liam is a smart man, he knows the ins and outs of the restuarant probably better than I even do. As boss and like ive said before, I don't have a 'start' time but I'm normally in the office by early morning. For Liam to have called so many times there must be something wrong. I waste no time dialling his number keeping it on speaker while I flick through my closet trying to find something to wear.

"Louis, finally. I'm sorry to have called you so many times but are you almost at the restuarant by any chance?" 

" I'm just leaving in a minute, cut the small talk Payno what's happening over there?". 

There was just something about his tone that sent panic throughout me so I decide against a shower and move faster to start preparing my suit. 

" Um. Well ok. I mean we can make it work somehow and.. - "

"Jesus christ spit it out"

" Well you remember Bruno booked today off for his training, well a man came in before booking the entire restaurant for his entire staff. We are fully booked unexpectadely. "

" Ok I'm sure Harry and Nathan can cope somehow they work well together. "

" That's the problem Louis, ahh Harry hasn't come to work. I went and knocked at the apartment and there's no answer. I've called and called and nothing. " 

Fuck.

" Hold tight I will be right there. Tell Nathan to start as much prep as he can. Is Jack there already? If so send him to help Nathan til I get there" 

" Got it. "

So I was expecting him to be pissed at me but to skip work, I never would have imagined that. Using bluetooth while driving I continuously try calling Harry over and over again but I just keep hearing his voicemail. 

The moment I walk through the restuarant doors I don't see anyone, assuming they are all off busy somewhere preparing, so I head straight to my apartment upstairs.

" Harry? * knock knock knock * Harry!!" 

I don't give a fuck , I pull out my other set of keys unlocking the door and walking on in. My heart falls to the floor. The room is empty. He isn't here, and either is his clothes or bags or shoes. Every thing, everything is gone. Harry is gone. Walking quickly around the room I spot a small note on the little side table. 

For some reason my heart is pounding through my chest. 

Louis,

Sorry for not doing this face to face I just 

can't

 be around you 

right

 now. I sat with you and told you all about my past. I asked you to not lie to me or hold anything back because I have such trust issues with being 

hurt

 so many times before and you said there was nothing. I 

can't

 trust you anymore. Thankyou for letting me stay here but 

it's

 not appropriate to continue sleeping here. I know its not ideal as 

it's

 not 2 weeks notice but I can no longer 

work

 here either. It was a great opportunity that you gave me to work here and I will be forever 

grateful

. Sorry it 

hasn't

 worked out and I hope you find 

someone

 quickly to replace me. I really liked you Louis. Wish things could have been different. 

-Harry. X

Everyone you know in your life will eventually hurt you in some way. You just have to decide which one of those people are worth suffering for. Harry is the first person in 8 years to hurt my heart. I don't know how or why or what it could all possibly mean. All I know is that I need to find him.

Barging into the kitchen I see Nathan and Jack rushing around, their hands moving so quickly and I feel terrible for interrupting them knowing how stressed they are but I need answers. 

" Have either of you guys seen Harry ?" 

They both just shake their heads no and I rush out into the dining room. 

"Aria! " I call watching her quickly approach me. 

" Have you seen Harry at all, does anyone know where he is?" 

" Sorry Mr Tomlinson I haven't. " 

There's another person I can ask but I'm reluctant. I head straight to my office whipping out my phone

" Hi. I need another favour......I know I know.....I will make it worth your time.....Thankyou. " 

I wait anxiously for the next 30 minutes keeping myself occupied by trying to help out in the kitchen when I finally hear my phone ring. 

" Hey. How did you go any luck?....ok send it to me.. Thanks again Nick. " 

Nick wasn't happy about prying on Harry once again but he agreed after demanding $1000 which was money well spent in my eyes. 

Nick discovered a ping off a tower on Harrys phone just outside a town called Holmes Chapel. Upon further investigation Nick also found the Address of his Mother. Well that's something to go on. 

The restuarant struggled badly through the day. The corporate business who booked us out were a nightmare. They arrived early. Tried ordering things off the seasonal menu, argued with the waitresses over brands of wines and poor Nathan was overworked and completely fucked from being so stressed out. 

I finished off the afternoon with a staff pep talk thanking them for all their hard work. I have also promised them a added bonus this week and a rotated designated day off. They deserved it. They worked really hard. 

Liam thought my idea was crazy and honestly it was. A 3.5 hour drive to Holmes chapel. I needed to see him. I needed to apologise and more importantly I needed to bring him home. 

*************
I'm not gonna lie, it certainly was a long drive but it gave me a chance to really think about how I was going to address this all. I mean I'm only his friend after all. If I can even call him that now.

Looking at my watch I open the car door making sure to have a big stretch. The house looks incredible more of a cottage style appearance but the abundance of flowers in the front yard sure do make the place feel homely. 

I start doubting myself about what the fuck I was doing here. Nope this was in fact a stupid fucking idotic thing to do. Chickening out I turn around opening back up the car door as a car pulls in the driveway. 

Shit. Shit and double fucking shit. 

A lady exits the vehicle first followed by a giggly looking Harry. He hasn't spotted me yet so I might just ....never mind....

" Louis?" 

I raise my hand and wave like a fucking school kid. Jesus christ this was a proper fucking train wreck. What is happening to me I'm a mess. I'm guessing it has something to do with the Lady walking towards me. 

" Hi there. I'm Anne , Harrys mum. So you are the famous Louis I've heard so much about , it's finally nice to put a face to the name. " 

I extend my arm out to her to shake her hand but she pulls me in for a bone crunching hug. Totally unexpected. Obviously Harry isn't the type to tell his mother everything as I'm sure she wouldn't be being this polite to me otherwise. 

" Nice to meet you Anne. Wow I certainly see where Harry gets his good looks from. "

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SAY. SHOOT ME NOW. 

Funny enough, Harry blushes. 

" I will leave you men to it. Nice to meet you Louis." 

Anne grabs a bag out of Harrys hand and Louis misses me part where Anne whispers to Harry ' 
How did you know?' 
And Harry replied 
' Told you he would come' 

The moment Anne vanished inside it was awkward. What do I say first. 

" Louis what are you doing here?" 

The smiley happy Harry has all but gone and has now been replaced with a sad frown. 

" Please Harry. I really just wanna have a chat to explain myself and apologise. " 

I look around nodding towards the footpath. 

" Fancy a quick walk. " 

Harry places his hands into his coat pocket and proceeds to start walking. 

" I can't believe you drove all the way here. " 

" Yeah well I wouldn't like to do it all the time. My ass was so numb by the time I got here." 

He chuckled so that's a good sign. 

" Harry I am really sorry. There's no excuse , I hurt you by not being upfront and I sinceely apologise and if you would let me, I'd really like the chance to explain to you about my daughter. " 

" Your daughter" He softly repeats. 

" Louis I'm not mad or upset that you have a daughter. I love children. I just wish you had told me rather than accidentally finding out myself. " 

I feel terrible. He looks really down but I'm stoked he isn't too angry. Maybe I do have a chance to restore and fix all this. He hasn't asked about her mother and I'm not going to bring it up unless he asks. 

" Why didn't you tell me?"

This is going to be hard to explain. It's not that I can't tell him, it's wether I really want to. I decide to meet myself in the middle and give him half the story. 

" Its not just you Harry, the only person who knows about her existence is Liam. There's a reason I have kept it that way and I'm hoping one day I can feel safe enough to talk to you about it. Also I might as well add, I was worried it might scare you off. " 

Harry doesn't reply straight away. Stopping at the intersection he turns to face me and those eyes are once again making me crumble. 

" I'm sorry for leaving the way I did. I just needed some space to think and absorb all this new information." 

" Its fine Harry I totally deserved the heart attack you gave me when I couldn't find you." I laugh. 

Again? Why? What the hell, I'm ready to cut my own tongue out.

" I'm sorry Lou, I hope you find a replacement really soon, I hope it didn't cause too much problem. "

" Actually you won't believe what happened today." 

I spent the next 10 minutes explaining today's exertion. Harry apologies over and over and I'm glad we're talking ok. He doesn't seem mad. It's kinda odd but I don't care. 

" Its getting late and it's a long drive. I better think about heading off. " 

" or you could stay here" 

Say what now.....Shit I promised my daughter I'd be home tonight and she always comes first. 

" I'd love too but I have to get home to Sasha. "

Harry gave a small but sad smile.

" Oh your daughter, I forgot sorry. " 

It was already 7pm so I'd be home by 10pm. I push the button on my keys unlocking my car.

" Thanks for talking with me.  I- " 

" Lou don't worry about it " 

Fuck He looks so good tonight in his tight skinny jeans and black shirt. 

" Hey Harry ..Come back to work......Please. " 

" Louis..... I - " 

" The kitchen needs you" 
And I mumble the next part so quietly it goes un noticed ... ' 
I need you' 

" 
I can't Louis , there's no where for me to stay and I would just feel uncomfortable at your apartment now. " 

" Ok. Well I will call you tomorrow??" 

Harry smiles. " Sure".  

I jump into the driver's seat rolling down the window. 

" Louis...for the record, Sasha your daughter, she looks just like you. She's beautiful.  " 

I smile as I feel my cheeks heat up and slowly drive away. As soon as I reach the highway I pull over to make a quick call. 

" Hey ...yes I'm good thankyou. Look I need the asbestos plan to be wiped. I will pay you your remaining money. Tomorrow at the crack of dawn ring and tell him it's all been cleared and he can return to the apartment.......yes I'm sure.....Also tell him his rent has been paid for the next 6 months for... I dunno... the inconvenience of having to move out for a bit , something like that. Just don't let him know I've paid for it. Ok...Thankyou. yes good night. " 

************
Laying in bed I was almost asleep when my message tone beeps. 

From Harry :
" Just checking in to make sure you made it home ok."

To Harry :
" I did. Feel better now we talked. "

From Harry : 
" me too. Glad there's no more secrets. Goodnight Lou. " 

Fuck, no more secrets ...oh boy...
if only he knew. 

To Harry: 
" Good night Harry." 

Closing my eyes again I'm so glad all of today's events are all over with. I can only hope that when Harry gets the call that he can move back home... that he will. 

I feel so relaxed now after seeing Harry ..........but now I feel that niggling feeling in my chest as I realise what tomorrow is. 

It's visit day...........

************* 

"Would she remember me?"

Sasha has asked the same consecutive question every time we visit. What use to be daily visits somehow turned to weekly, eventually settling on monthly trips. 

" Who would ever forget your beautiful face."

Sasha smiles at her dad as the room returns to silence. Sasha gently lifts her mother's hand into her own gently rubbing her palm. The sight still breaks my heart every time. Eleanor bed ridden while Sasha fondly watches her mother in awe always imagining how life would be if things were different. 

" Do you think she will ever wake up?" 

Out of instinct I go to immediately answer as every parent would but I freeze a little. I want to tell her ' yes ofcourse' but there's only 1 person on this planet that I've never ever lied to and that's my daughter.

" I hope so, love." 

Sasha is brave and strong. She tends to hide behind her emotions and she's definitely acquired those tendencies from me. Turning her head slightly away from me I see her try to wipe a tear from her eye discretly and my heart snaps in two. 

" Hey sweet, come here."

I pull her close wrapping my arms securely around her but she holds it all in, she doesn't cry. I blame myself for the thick walls she's built around her. Not having her mum present had a significant impact on her life. I spent majority of my time at the restuarant needing to keep the steady flow of good money coming in. Hospital bills are extremely expensive. 

The amount of guilt that I feel being such a absent father when I know she needs me, consumes me each and every day. 

" You wanna meet outside love, I will only be a minute." 

Sasha looks at me understanding that I just need a moment alone with my wife. Leaning over she kisses Eleanor's cheek and picks up her little pink bag from the floor before exiting the room.

I always hate this moment. I walk over closer to her reaching out to run my hand through her long brown hair. Thats all I can ever bring myself to do. I can't hold her hand or kiss her cheek. I cant even speak to her but when I do it's always the same 3 words....... I take a deep breath taking in her petite appearance with all the  multiple cords and machines all around her.

I bend down to her ear whispering where those 3 words again leave my mouth. 

" I'm so sorry."

As I back away, I stop at the door with my hand rested on the handle as I take one last glance. 

I seem to get lost in my own thoughts of confession as I leave to find my daughter. 

Confession: 

My wife Eleanor Tomlinson has been in a coma for the last 8 years. The night of the car crash is a memory that 

haunts

 me every second of every day, I remember it like it was 

yesterday

. 

The reason Eleanor is lying here in this bed right now is all my doing. Its all my fault. I loved her, I really really loved her. Nothing but a perfect wife and mother and this is how I repaid her. 

The night of the accident Eleanor and I had a massive fight. We never fought much at all over the years so some could say it was the ideal flawless marriage. Our first big fight and she was so angry and she had every right to be. 

I'd

 never seen her so upset, so determine to leave the house, to leave me. I guess returning home from work and finding your husband balls deep in the pool boy 

isn't

 exactly what she would ever expect from her 'straight' husband.
 

One night. The only night that I had ever decided to act on these feelings of attraction towards the opposite sex and I got caught.

Eleanor needed space. After a few rounds of a screaming match, she kissed 

Sasha

 who was asleep in her room and tore off out the driveway with the 

intention

 of staying at her mums over night
. 

The next morning when 

she

 never returned home and after a call with her mum who said she never arrived, it 

wasn't

 long until I was greeted with 2 police officers at my door. They found her car a complete wreck wrapped around a tree. Lucky enough Eleanor was still in one piece but her head injuries were too substantial and has been in a coma ever since.

Sasha 

doesn't

 know that I'm the reason she 

doesn't

 have her mum any more. That 

I'm

 the reason she cried herself to sleep every night for months not being able to see hug or speak to mum anymore. She 

doesn't

 know and 

I've

 

been

 lucky enough to not have to explain it to her. She has asked why 

she's

 in a coma and I simply explained she had been unlucky and had a accidental car crash and 

she's

 always been happy with that explanation so it was left at that. 

I've

 never been with another woman since and I 

don't

 plan too. 

I've

 known since I was a teenager I was 

into

 men but when 

I

 met Eleanor 

her

 beauty and charm had saved me some what from a lifestyle I felt I 

couldn't

 handle alone anymore.

That's

 why I stand by my feelings towards love. I 

told

 you before 

and

 

I'll

 say it again. As you can see I 

don't

 deserve it, 

I

 

don't

 deserve happiness or the bliss of having 

someone

 love me, not when my actions did all this to a 

undeserving

 wife and mother. While Eleanor lies there in that hospital bed I will not allow myself to be happy. 

Not now not ever.

************

A/N
 

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# Chapter 11 - Nice Meeting You

All hope consists in confession. 
In confession there is hope for mercy. 
All the secrets in the world worth knowing are all hiding in plain sight. Sometimes you just have to really open your eyes to see. 

Ive never really believed in miracles and today is certainly not doing anything to change my mind. The restuarant started serving lunch only 20 minutes ago. Bruno and nathan are 
coping ok, although you can tell they are missing that guidance and authority of a leader. 

I havent heard anything from Harry. I had a voice message left for me this morning notifying me that Harry had been informed he could move back in. He did also mention that Harry was delighted at the news of his rent being paid and that he was planning on moving back in there today. 

I know his probably busy moving all his stuff back in but I kinda of hoped he would have called....maybe hoping he had changed his mind about returning to work. 

" Louis, there you are " 

Liam shouts from behind me as I make my way down the corridor. 

" Whats up?" 

Liam walks besides me as I continue making my way towards the dining room. 

" I have a Lady dropping by at 3 pm. Her name is Linda and she currently works 4 blocks over at 'sinful creations' after alot of conversation and convincing she has agreed to transfer here fulfilling the chef position." 

I know I should be happy about this. Linda is largely known in the food industry and is highly sort after. Her cooking credentails are a mile long and her skills in the kitchen is out of this world. Linda would be perfect for my kitchen but I cant bring myself to be excited about it, because shes not Harry. 

" Louis did you hear what I just said.....Linda Marshall has agreed to work here. !!! " 

" Great." 

Liam looks at me confused. 

" Is that all? I really need to go see Jack" 

Liam nods a yes and walks away. Liam isnt going to take long to work out why im not in a good mood. At the moment I havent let him see just how much of a effect Harry has had on me. Truthfully, I would rather he didnt see that vulnerable side of me. 

Walking up behind a unsuspecting Jack I pat his shoulder gaining his attention. 

" Jack my favourite worker" 

Jack laughs placing both his hands on is hips. 

" I know that tone Mr Tomlinson , whatever it is that you want me to do , you already know the answer is yes. " 

" Sweet Jack, you just know me too well" 

Jack continues placing the cutlery on to the table as I watch on patiently. The moment he lets go of the last serviette he turns to face me. 

" You have my undevoted attention" 

I smile as I watch Jacks eyes widen as I reveal my favour. That's one thing I love about loyal employees, you be nice to them and they been nice in return. 

" Im Right on it." 

Jack scoots off quickly out the back. Looking around the dining room I notice its pretty empty today averaging about 8 customers, I just keep reminding myself that we only opened not long ago and maybe its just going to be a slow day. 

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and ive never pulled it out so fast in my life. Im a little bit deflated when I hear its only the delievery man informing me that my Load of groceries were going to be delayed by an hour. 

I return to my office opening up the drawer and grabbing some advil for this headache that ive suddently acquired. 

Leaving the office I witness Liam and Niall leaving out through the back store room. I know I havent booked Niall so its weird him being here. This is not the first time this has happened with Niall showing up unexpectantly. I make a mental note to query Liam about it later on. 

You cant blame me for a
what im about to do. Im stressed out ok. Knowing Niall is already present in the building I whip out my phone sending him a text. 

To Niall:
" Seen you are already here in my building, which I would like an
explantation for later on.....
my apartment 10 minutes!!!
I have a headache, You know what I need" 

Although Harry didn't stay here too long, his presence still lingers throughout the room. I havent had a chance to clean up in here or anything yet, so I when I sit at the end of my bed, Harrys scent is radiating through the blanket and sheets. Its a comforting feeling , and if I close my eyes, its as though I can imagine him being here. 

I lay myself backwards folding my arms across my eyes. I've shut the blind also, trying to make the room dark as possible in the hopes to some what soothe the throbbing pain around my forehead. 

I hear the apartment door open and lock and I know its Niall I dont need to move or Look. I hear his steps stop at my feet. I spread my legs wide. Niall understands the task. Headache means head job. He doesn't say a word knowing I need the quietness. 

I feel him unbuckle my belt as I lift my ass up allowing him to drag down my pants. The moment my cock is free I feel him plant small kisses around my groin making me hard instantly. Well this is new. 

Imagination. 
It's a good thing to have but funny enough, using that imagination to picture yourself with someone else while engaging in sexual activities with someone entirely different, is probably up their with one of the worst things you could possibly do to someone.

It should make me feel guilty but like normal, it doesn't. I feel his tongue lick a stripe up my length causing a moan to escape my mouth. Grabbing my balls with his other hand he slowly caresses me while he spits some saliva on my tip causing me to  finally leak some pre cum. 

Using his hand he uses the leakage to act as lubricant as he starts to gently pump me. I turn my head to the side making sure to keep my eyes closed as I inhale the sheets causing Harrys scent to fill my nostrils.

I clasp my hands into the blanket as I feel his tongue swirl my tip before taking me into his mouth fully. He  sucks along my length as he releases immediately with a pop. I welcome the new technique excitedly as I arch my back begging for more contact. 

" For fucks sake Niall, that feels fucking amazing but you know I don't like to be teased, get on with it" 

My cock is fully engulfed then into his mouth feeling myself hit the back of his throat. He doesnt gag like normal which is impressive as he starts bobbing his head furiously and 'fuck yes' this is exactly what I needed.

" Oh my god, yes, shit, suck it like you mean it!! " 

I almost find myself groaning Harrys name as his face fills my mind. Those eyes, those abs, that ridiculous adorable smile. Shit. I start bucking my hips and this is the best head he has ever given me. 

I hear my apartment door unlock and right now Im gonna murder Liam because I know he is the only one with a key. I turn my head towards the door only then opening my eyes when I hear a gasp. 

Am I dreaming, hallucinating, maybe sleep deprived ? My mouth hangs open shocked as I see Liam and Niall standing at the doorway. What the fuck? I immediately pull myself up on my elbows looking downwards.

" Harry !!" 

" Um yeah we are just gonna leave" Liam announces as he and Niall rush out the door. 

Harry is starring at me as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the salvia/pre-cum from his mouth. 

" What?" Harry asks so innocently that I contemplate on wether I Should laugh or cry at the situation.

" I thought we agreed that we couldnt-" 

Harry interrupts me like usual. 

" You are no longer my boss.....
MR Tomlinson " he smirks. 

If I wasn't so horny and turned on right now I would totally put a stop to this.....

Who the hell am I kidding no, nope, no I wouldn't. I start to lean forward to get up but am stopped by Harrys huge palm being forcefully pressed against my chest. I'm definitely going to hell at the arousal I just felt at that action. As Harry stares into my eyes he pushes me backwards. 

" Fuck Harry." 

As I lay there in disbelief that this is in fact happening, I plead with my own thoughts to remember to keep this strictly sex.....I can't let intimacy come into play, you all know why, I just can't. 

I feel Harry slide up to hover over top of me. His muscles are prominent as he holds himself above me. I grab each of his biceps running my hand over his smooth skin which in return makes my entire body tingle. 

Shit. His starring and I know what he wants and I can't give it to him. I don't want to have to explain this. As he leans closer to my mouth, the only way I decide I can stop him is by talking. 

"Open and suck" my words stopping him. 

I hold my 3 middle fingers infront of his mouth as he doesn't hesitate to take them all in. He lathers up a good amount of spit that falls from my hand before sitting up right straddling my lap. 

" Take em off" I demand tugging at his pants. 

He moves fast discarding them onto the floor before returning above me. I hold my fingers near my crotch as Harry slowly guides himself down onto them stopping at his entrance. Yes them. Not 1, not 2 but all 3. 

I can't go easy on him because that is weakness. It's sex. Just sex I keep reminding myself. Harry takes a deep breath and I can see the hesitation in his eyes along with the anticipation of the impending burn. 

" You know the old saying Harry , if you can't handle the heat ....."

Harry doesn't let me finish he frowns as he starts to push down onto my fingers. I know there's lube over in the drawer but oh well it's too late now anyway. 

" oww" Harry hisses at the stretch of his hole. 

" Im sorry love, you wanna stop?" 

Love! what?!?! 
I mentally slap myself. That can never happen again.

He pushes down again stopping to allow the stretch. When his adjusted he moves once more until my fingers are fully buried in him. He takes a second before he mildly starts to rock, the sting now turning to pleasure. 

" I'm ready Lou" 

Louis taps Harrys hips prompting him to lift off. They switch places and Harry lays flat on his back. Walking over to the drawer I grab a condom smirking at the lube sitting beside it. 

Louis lifts both of Harrys legs up over his shoulders aligning himself against Harrys moist hole. 

" Fuck Harry are you sure about this"

" I've never been more sure of anything. " 

Pushing myself inside of Harry is a unbeatable feeling that I will never truly be able to explain. I somehow tend to loose a sense of myself.  There's nothing more sexier than some one who wants you just as much as you want them. I start to fuck him hard , I don't want any opportunity of catching any more unwanted feelings.

" Jesus Louis" 

I pull out and ram back in. I watch his body jolt at my sudden action. Harry bites his lip and I really can't tell if his liking it or if I'm being too harsh. I want to baby him, tell him his georgous, be gentle....make love to him but it's not on the cards. 

I feel I'm on the edge of my high.

" I'm about to fill you up Harry. You want it?" I pant out as I pick up my speed. 

" Yes please........LOU" 

Fuck there it is. He knows that brings me undone. I wrap my arms around his thighs holding him tightly in place sinking my cock deep in him completely bottoming out. Harry doesn't take much longer before he  splurts his white load up his stomach making me release my warm liquid inside of him. 

I collapse down on top of him. His wet hair is sticking to his forehead due to the amount of sweat and his totally wrecked. 

Making him horny and smile are my 2 most absolute favourite things to do but being in his presence, makes me want him more and more each time.  
In one lifetime you may love many times but one of those loves can burn your soul forever. 

After getting us both cleaned up, as I watch Harry fixing his hair in the mirror I can't help but smile. Happy . I actually feel Happy. However being Happy scares me. I think alot of us  are so afraid of being hurt, that we willingly pass up the chance of someone making us happy. 

**********

Looking at my watch I see it's 3.09pm. 
Shit I mumble to myself, Linda would be waiting for me, im late. 

Harry had stayed for awhile filling me in on how the universe is really on his side, excited because of a phone call he had received from his landlord. I mentally pat my own back. 

He is moving back in this afternoon which I'm really glad about. Harry asked if he could have his job back and I had to decline. 1 because if he isn't my employee than maybe we can have a repeat of today and 2 fucking Liam had already pretty much secured Linda. I felt fucking terrible when I saw the disappointment in his eyes but I told him I could get him into any where he wanted to work. 

He refused the offer at first until I continued to insist. He gave in and thanked me eventually before I informed him I really had to go. I literally ran out leaving him standing there. Thats one of the problems with Harry. I always loose the sense of time when ever his around. He had said earlier that he had to go and move stuff back into his apartment anyway so I didn't feel too bad about rushing off. 

Bursting into the kitchen I see Liam chatting with Nathan and Bruno. Where the fuck was Linda? I look to Liam who must have read my mind as he starts to make his way over to me. 

"Where is she? Sorry I'm late. " 

Liam looks to Bruno and back to me. Great now what...

" Yeah there's no easy way to say this she's not coming, she changed her mind last minute. " 

" Fuccck....why!!!" 

Now I'm annoyed. I just declined Harry. Arghh. 

" I mean did she say anything, any reason, what the fuck man, like why is all this bad luck happening to me all of a sudden lately". 

Liam shrugs his shoulders. 

" Ok leave it with me. I might already have a solution. "  I say. 

" Oh also Liam, I need you to do me a favour. " 

I move close to Liam so the others cannot hear. 

" No worries , Just name it Louis" 

" Inform Niall his services are no longer required. " 

Liam looks at me horrified. 

" Louis , what why? He relies on your money. His such a sweet boy. " 

" I know but I have a feeling he is going to be just fine. Now move along what are you waiting for. " 

The restuarant is packed and there is a tonne of invoices filling up my office desk. I bury myself into my work making a mental note to ring Harry after I leave this afternoon, which I plan on making it a little earlier today as I've promised to take Sasha to the mall as she's needing a few items for herself. 

************

This afternoon I have learnt a new lesson in life. Shopping with a teenage girl is HARD. I never realised there were so many factors to consider when buying a simple jumper. 
' sizing, colour, fabric, price, brand, what's on trend'  

This has truly been an exhausting experience. Spending so much time working I have missed out alot with sasha. Its like ive blinked and shes no longer my little girl. Not only has she grown in height but so has her personality. 

" Why do we have to go to the grocery store cant you do that later on like tomorrow or something?" 

" Well that depends darling, do you not want to eat until tomorrow?" 

Sasha rolls her eyes and sometimes I really wish she wasnt so sassy like me but deep down I secrety enjoy the banter we sometimes throw at each other. 

" Ok Hurry up then Im starving!" 

Grabbing a shopping cart I search for the frozen section. Crucify me, not only can i not cook but I really dont have the time. Sasha needs stuff she can throw into the microwave when Im not there or the short periods of times when jennifer the cleaner isnt around. 

Having a cleaner is a must, as you know time is sparse for me. I always had a nanny up til last year when sasha decided she was 'too old' for one. 

I pay Jennifer extra to keep an eye on her, sometimes instructing her to do something stupid like wash the tub twice a day, just so I had a excuse for her to return and check on her. She may be a teenger now but in my eyes shes still my little princess. 

Seeing the cart half filled with tv dinners I kinda start to feel a little guilty.Fruit and Vegetables, yes thats what i need to get.

While I stand there picking up the apples trying to decide which ones appear the most appetising , sasha who has her back to me,  is flicking through a magazine off the shelf. I jump at the unexpected notion as she pats my arm erraticly making me turn around. 

" Hey isnt this that guy that came to our house the other night?" she says holding up a magazine called 'TASTE' with Harrys face on the front cover. 

What the fuck. Unintentionally I snatch the book from her reading the caption on the front.

" HOT AND STEAMY" 
-The food that is !!
Food critic Gregory Flint gives us a run down on this exciting and  talented new up-comer who has debut his talent at "28RED"

Holy shit. Flint has really gone all out, glad to see I got my moneys worth. Holy fuck I wonder if Harry has seen it yet. The picture they have used for the cover is something I totally didn't expect. His shirtless only wearing a apron. When the fuck did he do a photoshoot ??? 

      ![](https://img.wattpad.com/71c80570bbdf2c7cb2f549a41272d12e32499098/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f50707a7544396b537557564c74673d3d2d313232363333373330302e313666303336353231646561383238383935333331393933362e6a7067)

Hot and steamy all right! 
Fuck he looks delicious. 

" No way....dad...dad...look. That's totally awkward random. Isn't that him over there !!!" 

Sasha points to the end of the isle where you wouldn't believe it but Harry is strolling through the salad section. Shit. I throw the magazine back on the rack and pull her arm towards the other isle. 

" Dad what the f- ...I mean what are you doing? Don't you want to say hello or something, isn't he one of your workers, a friend?" 

I don't want him to see her...I mean us. Its too early for him to meet her , I'm not ready, im not fucking ready!! I'm suddenly showered with nerves and when we are finally out of view I stand still, searching for a free Checkout so I can get the both of us the fuck out of here fast. 

" Dad you are acting so weird. What is wrong with you? " 

" I'm not I just... I have a headache." 

Sasha takes hold of the cart turning it the opposite way in an attempt to approach the checkout. Swinging it around too fast she collides with another cart. 

" Oops!" 

" Hi" 

His voice sends shivers through my spine. This is not happening. 

" I'm sorry." 

Sasha extends her hand out to him. Harry fixates his eyes to mine. He hasn't moved. It takes me a few seconds to understand why. His waiting for any type of signal , permission if you will, to be able to engage with her. I softly smile at him to which he smiles fondly back. 

" Hello my name is Harry" 

" I'm sasha. So you are Harry... dads worker not Harry the pizza man" 

Her remark making all 3 of us giggle. Which I like but hate at the same time. I don't want her getting attached  to him because I'm not planning on keeping him around forever. 

" No Definetley not the pizza man but your dad is a great.........friend." 

" That's good to hear , I was starting to think dad didn't have any friends, if it wasn't for uncle Liam I'd assume dad was a complete Loner. " 

" Ouch thanks darling" 

Sasha just smirks at my reaction as Harry watches on with amusement. 

" Have a Good night Harry, we better get moving" 

Sasha smiles at Harry.

" Nice magazine cover by the way." Sasha remarks. 

Harry looks to me confused and its evident he hasn't seen it yet. I walk over to the rack picking it up and handing it to him. His eyes widen in shock, his cheeks instantly blushing. 

" They put me on the cover !!" 

He squeals, gaining a few other people in the shop to turn his way at the sudden outburst. I can't help but smile at his reaction. He is beyond excited and I'm so dam proud of him. I quickly drop my smile the minute I see sasha watching me watching him. I don't want her catching on to how I feel about him. After all she has no idea I'm gay. 

" This is crazy ! I only have you to thank for this Louis." 

Harry lunges forward wrapping his arms completely around me as he squeezes me so tightly.

" No dont be silly it was all you. You are the one who cooked it for him and clearly blew his mind."

" True but it would have never happened if you didn't give me the chance to work at your restuarant. I can not thank you enough." 

" Well it's a nice photo, sure to bring all the ladies your way" 
Sasha wriggles her eyebrows. 

" Sasha!" I reprimand her.

"What?" She laughs " It's true" 

It's then I remember about Linda which helped me change the topic thank god. 

" Oh I will message you when I get home. I have something to talk to you  about ......for work. Speak to you later." 

Harry smiles and nods his head. 

" Ok. It was nice meeting you sasha. Good night Lou." 

Harry continues on down the isle and when he is out of earshot of course I knew sasha would question me. 

" Lou????" 

" What..heaps of people call me that."

" Um not they don't." 

" Does he have a wife? Girlfriend? He is so cute" 

For fucks sake. Yep of course my own daughter is infatuated with the same person as I am. There's no denying she's my daughter. 

" Can he come over" 

" What..NO" 

Sasha laughs. 

"You are way too young for him little miss and stop talking about boys like this, it's making me feel old and uncomfortable. " 

************

Sitting here on the lounge sharing popcorn with sasha as she forces me to watch some shit on TV called 'married at sight' 'sight of love' or something like that I can't remember what it's called, reality shows are not my cup of tea. I drift off into my own thoughts. 

Confession: 

Homophobia: 

It's

 not a phobia, you are not scared, you are just.... as plain and simply as I can put it ...an asshole. 

Its true, Linda Marshall is highly sort after. Having so many years of experience behind her, countless awards, her name plastered all over the magazines does nothing to me, when 

she's

 a homophobic bitch. 

She's

 very clever hiding it, 

majority

 of the public see her as some queen of food but not me. 

I've

 seen and heard of her mis treating the Lgbtq community and I 

wouldn't

 have her near my fucking restaurant. 

The moment Liam had 

mentioned

 her name I quivered. 

Jack my little obedient buddy. Speaking to him today,  I would never hurt him or involve him in anything too scandalous. I simply informed him he had the day off. All I asked in return was to gather up all of his most flamboyant friends and dine over at Linda's current place of work.

I knew she 

has

 working before coming over here. Jack was not only to dine but be loud and PROUD about 

working

 at 28RED and to make it well known how my restuarant was LGBTQ friendly. I knew she 

wouldn't

 like this and I knew she would pull out, leading Harry right back into MY kitchen where he belongs and leaving me looking completely innocent. 

Last but not least. Firing Niall today had nothing to do with me not wanting him anymore or because of Harry. 

Little does Niall know I have seen 

what's

 been going on im not blind. Now... 

I'm

 not the sharpest tool in the shed but I could see the signs, I knew then that I 

couldn't

 touch him anymore , play around with him anymore, or use him anymore.

Why ? 

The answer is simple. 

Liam ....

my best friend is in love with him. 

A/N 

Thoughts ?

Sorry it really was just a filler to get where I need to be for the next part. Im so sorry. 

Also a warning for the coming chapters. 

Sasha will be playing a huge part in Louis and Harrys relationship. 

Buckle up and 

don't

 hate her too much. 

You have been warned.
 🤣🤐

# Chapter 12 - Hereditary 

An honest confession is good for the soul but is bad for the reputation. Harry is the secret I would love to confess and yet it's the only thing I fear doing..........

" Have you asked him yet ?" 

This girl just doesn't give up. Ever since meeting Harry last week, she hasn't stopped asking to invite him over. I know my daughter. Which means I also understand that she thinks Harry is just a friend. Now that I think about it, he is only a friend. A friend with benefits you could say; better than words, more than a feeling ...but still... less than love and commitment. 

" Darling I told you Harry is a really busy person." 

Don't do it, don't do it, don't- ....yep she did it. Puppy eyes. Why does that even work on parents? Her long eye lashes are currently being batted my way and she knows she's won already. 

" Ok ok I will ask. But I'm not promising anything. Now go and wash up, dinners ready." 

Since majority of my time is spent at the restuarant it's not too often we get to dine together. So I try to make it that Wednesday nights are our time together. Sasha is highly mature for her age. Probably not by choice either. Having no mom around and myself being absent, unfortunately she lost a bit of her childhood along the way and was introduced to the harshness of adult life way faster than she should have been. 

Sasha has a couple of close friends which she spends alot of time with and is quite the little social butterfly. It's just sometimes, I think she knows all too well just how to get whatever she wants. 

Shit...where did I put my phone ? Searching for what felt like the entire house, I swear im legit loosing my mind as I'm 99% sure I had it on charge in the kitchen.

" What are you doing?" Sasha questions as I open and close all the drawers, lifting up every item on the bench looking for my phone.

" I cant find my phone. I'm going to be late if I don't leave soon. " 

" My god dad you really are getting old. It's right here. " 

I spin around as she points to the kitchen table where, yes indeed my phone was sitting next to an empty milk carton.

" Thankyou darling. I swear I did look there. Maybe you are right. I'm getting old. Better start preparing yourself to look after me, sounds like I'm getting dementia. " Louis giggles. 

" Umm no...that's what nursing homes are for!" 

Sasha laughs as Louis flicks her the finger. 

" You little shit."

Louis walks over planting a kiss to her cheek. 

" See you tonight after work. " 

" Don't be late this week. Promise me." Sasha begs.

" I promise" 

**************

Later that

 

same evening

.

" Sasha...Sasha....SASHA..." 

Louis groans annoyed that his daughter is clearly just not answering him as he screams at her from the kitchen. What has gotten into her tonight? Sasha was the one insisting I didn't bail on Fam-day Wednesday (as we like to call it.) Now she's just being rude. 

Juggling the popcorn and crisps in one hand and the 2 glasses of cola in the other, I slowly balance my way along returning to the lounge room. 

" Little miss I don't know what kind of game you - " 

" Hi Lou." 

My fucking god. Harry Styles is standing in my living room next to my rather guilty looking child. No f'ing way. His black jeans are accompanied with a blue shirt and I could feel my mouth watering as he stands still, starring at me with that fucking adorable smile. 

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Sasha who has a massive teeth grinning smile plastered across her face yawns and stretches. 

" I'm feeling a little tired dad, do you mind if I pass on fam night?" 

Louis grins slightly biting the inside of his cheeks now coming to the realisation that his daughter is just as cunning and sneaky as he is. 

" Sasha...it's only 7 'clock . You haven't been to bed before 11pm since like.....forever. " 

Sasha tries her hardest not to smile. 

" Yeah I have a small bit of homework to do" 

" You did your homework befo- " 

" Good night Harry." Sasha interrupts speaking to Harry as she smiles at him fondly. 

I place the shit in my hands down onto the little coffee table. Sasha jogs over to me wrapping her arms around me kissing my cheek. 

" I'm sure Harry would like a movie or a few games. Goodnight daddy." 

Of course she didn't finish it there as she whispers into my ear: 

" You always tell me that friends are important to have, so that goes for you too."

Sasha pulled back smiled at Harry and ran up the stairs. 

" Harry I truly apologise I seriously have no clue whats gotten into her. Any way, it's nice to see you again of course but um, what are you doing here exactly?" 

Harry pressed his lips together, trying his hardest not to laugh because Harry had already worked it out.

" You invited me Lou. Night of movies to ' Hang out' were your words if I remember correctly." 

That little ......

" Oh no. " Louis mouth hangs open in shock.

" Sasha....Shit...I'm sorry. " 

" Would you like me to leave? I won't be offended, it's ok" 

" NO" 

Fucking hell I said that a bit quick and loud. Ofcourse any time with Harry is a bonus, even if it is unexpectedly at my own home. 

" So what is it then? Movie or game?" Harry's dimples blinded my eye sight. 

" Movie for sure. Anything in particular you would like to watch?" 

" Any rom com is fine with me" Harry smirks. 

Nearing the end of the second movie I can see Harry is getting tired. It's just gone past 10.30pm and I can his eyes slowly closing. He cant sleep here but I don't want him to leave either. The way Harry effects me takes over and I find myself moving a little closer to him on the couch. 

" You look tired. You can use my legs as a pillow if you like, I really don't mind. " 

And so he does. 

Within 20 minutes I hear him snore. My inner desire takes over and I find my hands have a mind of their own as one hand starts running through Harry's hair caressing him. I wanna stop, I know I need too incase Sasha comes down but I find I simply can't. I don't want too. 

There's something weird happening in my stomach and chest. Having Harry asleep here in my lap in my house with my daughter upstairs who he has met and likes...it feels all too bitter sweet. 

Something feels different in this house all of a sudden. Something has changed. I let out a breath of air as it finally sets in. The house doesn't feel like a house anymore, with Harry, Sasha and myself now under the same roof it's not a house, because now...
it feels like a home.

And I'm fucking petrified.

It's late..so very late. There's no way I want to wake him and make him drive home at this silly hour. I slowly and carefully lift his head and remove myself. Finding a blanket I lower it over him. ' 
Would it be so bad to kiss him right now?'  

I want nothing more than to stay and cuddle him but I cant. I don't even want to risk kissing him incase their is the slightest chance of Sasha catching me. 

I return to my bedroom, setting my alarm earlier than usual to make sure Harry is up and out of here before my daughter rises. 

For once I finally get a good night's sleep.  

*************

Today the restuarant has been a little busy, a tad more than usual but thankfully everything is running smoothly. I spent the entirety of the morning in my office sorting through and catching up on some bills. 

You know the old saying that goes 
' 
when everything is going right something will go wrong'  
yeah that's fucking true. 

After finding something in my emails, I'm totally fucked off. I'm in a real mood and who ever gets in my way is going to bear the front of it. 

It's 3pm and I recieve a text from Sasha saying ' 
I love you ' 
. It's kind of weird she's never done that before but I know why shes done it and im not happy. I'm distracted from my thoughts when I hear a knock at the door.

" Come In." 

Liam walks in looking a little worn out. 

" Fancy a smoke? " I offer. 

As we both walk outside I can tell something is up. 

" Spill it payno, what's a matter ?" 

Liam looks nervous. 

" So. Um. Like.ah. Since you no longer wish to see Niall...." 

Ahhh so this is where this conversation is going. I've known Liam for so long , his like a brother to me. Seeing him this nervous is some what funny but I cant put him through it any longer. 

" Payno. Stop right there." 

Yeah by the look on his face that was probably the wrong choice of words as he looks scared. 

" He is all yours my friend. " 

Liam doesn't say anything just pulls me into a hug.

" While I'm here actually Louis." 

This better be nothing bad cos I'm really not in the mood. 

" We do need another chef. " 

You know what. I didn't want to re-hire Harry, for reasons I've already stated but after my discovery today...fuck it. 

" Call Harry. He wanted the job back."

Liam raised an eyebrow. 

" You sure about that Louis?" 

" Yep.  Tell him to be in the kitchen with in the hour." 

Liam nodded and turned to leave. 

"Oh Li, before you go. Good luck with Niall. You guys suit each other really well. " 

***********

" Have you seen Liam?" Aria shakes her head no. 

" Have you seen Liam?" Jack shakes his head no.

I just had a call from a supplier saying my new cooking utensils shipment had arrived but no- one was at the back dock siging and collecting it. 

The kitchen is the only place I haven't checked. Opening the doors I find Liam chatting to Bruno over in the corner. Liam notices the frantic look upon my face and immediately walks over to join me. 

" Thankgod there you are. Why are you not answering the phone?
' Silverco' ( our suppliers) have been buzzing the back dock for the last 10 minutes!" 

" Shit. Sorry Louis. I left my phone on charge. I had only planned on coming into the kitchen for a few quick minute to ask Nathan about a roster change and Bruno had some questions about the new locks on the cool room. I'm so sorry. I will run out there now. " 

Liam hurried off out the door. 
Looking around I only see Bruno and Nathan. Looking at the time, I notice its been 1 hour and 29 minutes since I told Harry to be in the kitchen 
" within the hour" 

As if on cue like some weird coincidence, Harry barges through the double doors running to grab an apron. Fumbling about while tying the apron string around himself, he locks eyes with me and smiles. Fuck he looks good God dam it. My mouth suddenly becomes dry and for a moment I forget where I am. 

" Hey thankyou for letting me back, I am -" 

" Late already Styles. You never sieze to amaze me. Show up on time or don't fucking bother at all." 

As expected Harry is shocked and confused. It's a big change of attitude since last night and he has no idea why... but I do. 

Besides that, I will say this. Having that beautiful man back in my kitchen felt right. He was back right where he belonged. With me. 

***********

By the time I get home, I'm so exhausted. I'm not coping today. Sasha hasn't realised that today marks another anniversary of Eleanor's car crash. I have a splitting headache. I have been silently punishing myself all day. I can't help that. In all honesty I punish myself everyday but the anniversary multiples the pain dramatically.

Walking up to her door, I can hear Sasha laughing on her phone as she talks to someone. I decide that sleep is needed more tonight and her ass whooping will have to wait till morning.  

*************
Sitting down at the kitchen table I casually sipped on my cup of tea as I flicked through todays local paper. I didn't give a fuck how late I was going to be for work. 

Hearing Sasha's footsteps coming down the stairs I crossed my arms over my chest in anticipation of what's to come. Rounding the corner she dropped her bag to the floor and jumped a little at the shock of me being home.

" Dad you are still home. What are you - " 

" Hand over your phone, laptop, ipad , ipod EVERY FUCKING THING!!! 

Sasha jumped at my loud tone. It's not very often she gets in trouble and it shows by the way she quickly pulls her phone out of her pocket laying it down on the table, tears pooling in her eyes. 

" Sit down Sasha NOW...You have some serious fucking explaining to do!!! " 

*************

Later that night

I find myself smiling tonight as I sit back pouring myself a drink. Why, you may ask? 
The answer is simple because, for the first time ever, I don't actually have a confession...
well sort of....
But I know my daughter has one!!!! 

CONFESSION

You might think I was a little harsh towards sasha and Harry earlier on today and ok maybe I was or perhaps maybe not actually. You see, there's a reason I was mad and not just because of the reasons you had 

thought

. 

While at work today I recieved an email from the school: 

" Mr Tomlinson, 

Sorry to disturb you. We are aware you are busy and currently out of town. If you could please call your brother and get him to sign the detention slip and early check out form as he had forgotten to do so when he collected his neice this morning. That would be very much appreciated. 

Thankyou."

First things first. 

I 

don't

 have a fucking brother!! 

Second of all, DETENTION????

Out of town????

Last and not least ..early check 

out

? 

So of course I rang the 

school

 to enquire about this "Uncle" of hers and  I can tell you I nearly collapsed at hearing the name of my so called brother being known as no other than that of Harry Styles. 

What the actual fuck?!?!

So I did a little digging. Seems my mini me had earned herself a 

detention

 for fighting with another girl in the school yard. Now that 

I've

 confronted her, it appears she was scared of me finding out and called Harry instead.

First off. Why is she scared of me? There has never been a given reason as to why she would feel that way. 

I've

 never 

given

 her a reason to fear me. EVER. This is something I will 

have

 to address with her later on when I calm down. Second of all... Harry ? Fucking Harry ? Like, she could have called Liam. What is going on?  

The morning my phone had gone 

' missing' 

Sasha

 has 

admitted

 to taking the phone to send Harry a message to invite him over for fam night. While she was at it, she also stored his number to her phone incase of an emergency ( Her words Definetley not mine)

Now 

I'm

 really mad at Harry. 

He

 had no right to do that. None whatsoever. I am her parent and he should have informed me about what was 

going

 on. He should have called me and asked me first. How the fuck has all this happened? Honestly. 

I don't

 

know

 what to think of all this. 

As mad as I am. I 

can't

 help but have that little bit of comfort in the back of my mind now understanding that 

Sasha

 called Harry. She must have felt safe enough 

to

 call on him for help but still... 

I'm

 too angry to let that part mean anything at the present time.  

I'm

 not 

going

 to lie, 

it's

 fucking terrifying me just how much my daughter is showing the same deceiving antics as myself. My little girl, I cant have her turning into me. I need to abolish those thoughts out of her head as quickly as I can. 

There's

 no way on earth my daughter will end up with my sick ways of thinking... not if I have anything to do with it.  

In one way, im glad Sasha and Harry have clicked so well but with that being said ...she's still grounded...and Harry...

well... his about to be punished too.
 

***********

A/N

I apologise for how bad this was.

Thoughts about Harry and Sasha?

I'm

 

still

 not feeling this fic too much but felt I should try to do a little update. I know how I want the story to end. 

I'm

 just having trouble 

deciding

 on how to get there.

♡♡♡

# Chapter 13- Punishment and Progression

A/N

So sorry for the long wait. For those of you who have followed me for awhile and know my back story you are aware of why I have had to cut this story wayy shorter than I intended to and to abruptly end it. I'm really sorry. There are a few chapters left. They will not be as detailed as I originally planned and I've cut out alot of the storyline but I promised I would give it a ending. Also I will finish it here on out in 3rd person point of view.
  

***************

Many people blush when confessing their sins or desires, but those same people never blush while committing them. 

" Fuck Lou please, don't tease me any longer" Louis removes his fingers and positions himself over top of Harry who is currently laying on his back on the bed in the restuarant apartment. Kissing him on his neck one last time Louis moves to his feet.

" Where are you going?" Harry asks, curious as to why Louis has stopped their little rendezvous.

" I will be right back. Just wait" 

Louis opens up the door to the walk in closet and disappears inside. Harry hears him shuffling around before he ventures back out. Harry notices the content in his hand and smiles with his eyebrows slightly raised. The sight before him making himself both nervous but excited. 

" Yes or No Styles?" 

Harry bites his lip anxiously as he stares at the handcuffs that are dangling from Louis finger. 

" What's the duct tape for?" 

" To keep you quiet, now yes or no Harry." 

" Yes, yes to both !" 

" Are you 100% sure. If this is not something you are into, tell me now."

" Lou I said yes, now c'mon" 

Louis smirks at Harry's eagerness but also for the fact that poor Harry has no idea of what's about to go down? Because Louis has NOT forgotten about Harry's actions regarding helping Sasha sneak out of school. 

Louis immediately applies the handcuffs and for a split second he can't help but fond over how innocent  Harry looks laying there waiting for him. Louis turns his back away, discreetly pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending a quick text message. 

Louis starts at his ankles and slowly kisses along his calves up until he finally reaches his groin. He places his hands onto Harry's hips to hold him still. Using his tongue he licks a stripe up Harry's extremely hard cock causing Harry to moan. He uses that as his cue to reach for the duct tape. Using his teeth he bites off just enough length to cover Harry's mouth. Leaning forward as Harry watches on, Louis can't help but feel as though Harry isn't use to this type of sexual playing. His sure that if he listened hard enough he could probably hear the sound of Harry's elevated nervous heart rate. 

" Last chance Harry." 

Harry doesn't answer, opting to close his mouth and lift his chin slightly, signalling for Louis to tape him. Louis feels his cock harden against his pants as he realises how submissive Harry truly is.

Louis stands up making sure not to break eye contact as Louis removes his clothes fully as he stands at the end of the bed. Harry squirms a little and Louis knows it's because his aching for more contact.

The door bell sounds and Harry's eyes flow open wide clearly worried as his spread open on the bed for anyone to see and his tied and bound but Louis just smiles. 

He grabs the blanket and covers Harry from the waist down. He saves him some dignity, the objective here isn't to embarass him after all, it's punishment his after...Remember. 

Louis walks over opening the door to reveal a small man. His young. He looks no older than 22. His attractive with his model looks, his dark hair styled in a quiff. It doesn't take Harry long to work out what is happening as he watches him take off his shirt. 

Harry starts shaking his head no and its then Louis realises Harry has the wrong idea. 

" Oh Harry darling what's wrong?" 

Louis laughs when he remembers Harry can't speak. 

" What's a matter Haz, cat got your tongue?" 

He can see Harry frown. 

" Oh did you think he was here for you? Sorry darling. His not. His here for me." 

Louis turns his back to Harry and pulls the young man into him and starts nipping away at his neck. The man who is now naked as well drops to his knees and takes Louis into his mouth. Louis head falls back with enjoyment as he holds the man's head in place who is sucking ferociously. 
Louis bites his bottom lip as he turns his head to stare at Harry who is clearly mad.

Louis pulls the man's head back not letting go of his hair and pulls him to his feet. Louis smiles at Harry and turns back to him. Speaking loudly for Harry to intentionally hear, he questions the boy who is now identified as 'Matt'.

" Matt, did you prepare yourself for me like I asked?" 

Matt nods a simple 'yes' and is immediately bent over, Matt holding onto the kitchen chair that was conveniently placed in front of him. 

Louis turns his head back to Harry who has tears stained eyes. Louis feels guilt in this moment but Harry needs to know who is boss. 
He turns back around and all Harry can see is Louis ass that seems to be moving back and forth rigorously as he seems to thrust into him. The sounds of both men moaning causes Harry to close his eyes and wish he was anywhere but there. 

When Louis is done and Matt has left. Louis cleans himself up and walks over to Harry. He first thinks Harry is asleep. His eyes are closed , not a sound or movement coming from him. Louis cups his cheek. 

" Harry look at me." 

Harry doesn't react. 

" Open your eyes Harry !" Louis let's out a little firmer, this time succeeding as Harry's angry eyes connects with his.

" Did you like the show?" 

Harry shakes his head no. 

" Oh so you didn't like it? Did it upset you? Make you angry? You didn't like me going behind your back and doing something I know you wouldn't like?" 

Louis crawls up over top of Harry and whispers to his ear. 

" Don't you EVER interfere with my daughter that way again...ok UNCLE Harry! " Louis snides.

He sees Harry's face change as he now realises what this was all about.
He pulls the tape off Harry's mouth and proceeds to untie him. When his free to move, Harry stands quickly to dress himself without saying a word. 

Louis feels quilty, he truly does. But this is what his use too. His whole persona of having his regular boys before Harry is what he has always known. He just hopes Harry is not going to be too mad about it. Harry collects his stuff and storms towards the door stopping just before he exits. 

" Did you even ask her what happened at school? She came to me because she was scared of you , you asshole! Maybe instead of being pissed about us going behind your back, maybe be glad she came to someone she trusted instead of some random. Someone who could've been a regular important person in her life. Someone else she could confide in whenever she needs help in whatever may come her way." 

Harry walked away not allowing Louis to reply. He felt sick a little. He was right. He shouldn't have retaliated the way he did. He should be glad Sasha looked at Harry as someone who was 'safe' but what Louis was hit deeply with was how Harry had just pictured himself in their lives for the long run. 

Fuck. 

He has truly fucked up this time. 

****************

" Wasn't Harry supposed to be joining us tonight?" Sasha asked as Louis searched the kitchen for his car keys. 

" Ummm...I think his still working tonight darling. Another night yeah?" 

It's been 4 days since their clash and Harry and Louis haven't said a word to each other. Harry made it his mission to be as busy in the kitchen as he could be, wanting to avoid Louis at all costs. What Harry didn't know is that Louis was feeling the same way except he felt incredibly bad about it all. He stayed inside his office and even after Liam asked him 100 times what was going on he always brushed it off. 

Tonight the three of them were suppose to be going out for dinner at a restuarant called ' Boboes' It was a new restuarant that had just opened up a few blocks from his own restuarant and both him and Harry wanted to conspicuously scope out the competition. Finally finding his keys he looks to Sasha. 

" Let's go yeah, it's family night anyway and I'm looking forward to hearing about what you have been up to" 

The new restuarant in Louis's eyes was definetly a cause for concern. It was modern, fit alot of tables and the menu appeared to be fit for a king at a pheasants price. He swallowed hard as he eyed over the menu a new worry now added to his everyday list of anxieties.

" Have you worked out what you want yet sweet ? " He asked as Sasha placed the menu back onto the table in front of her as Louis continued to make a decision on his own choice. 

" Yeah I want....
HARRY !" Sasha said pronouncing his name a little louder. 

Louis who was still gazing at the menu looked up confused as to what she meant. He followed her line of vision noticing Harry talking to the maitre'd. Louis feels himself tense up. What was he doing here? 

He tries not to stare by looking away back to Sasha who was smiling as she continued to watch him. 

" What have I told you about staring at people. It's not nice." 

Sasha rolls her eyes and goes about telling Louis what she wanted to order. 

" That sounds delicious" comes a deep voice from beside them. 

Louis and Sasha look up to Harry who is standing there smiling back. 

" So you were going to order without me , nice one. " Harry says sliding out and sinking into the chair. 

Louis knows it's sarcastic but he can't help but feel a little awkward.

" Dad thought you weren't going to make it,said you were busy at work. " 

Louis smiles gently at Harry as Harry smirks. 

" Well sometimes dad makes big mistakes." 

Louis exhales deeply as he realises tonight is going to be a lonnng night.

Sasha has talked Harry's ear off for the last 30 minutes but somehow it's music to Louis's ears. He has watched them smile, make jokes and laugh. It's beautiful and Louis finds himself suddenly picturing this scene happening time and time again for the rest of his life. It makes him happy at the thought, until he remembers Eleanor. 

" Are you all ready to order dessert?" 

The waiter makes everyone quiet as they all look at each other. Sasha smiles so Louis understands straight away that she wants it. 

" The chocolate cake for little miss over there" Louis tells him as he watches Sasha nod her head in agreement. 

" I will have ...um...the cheesecake please" 

The waiter writes it down and once again acknowledges Louis. 

" And what about for your husband?"

All three of them instantly pause and for a split second Louis loved the idea of how they appeared as a family but he was met with panicked eyes on him. His struggling to find words. The master of deceit and lying is having trouble trying to come up with anything to say. 

" Oh sorry, no they are not gay. He is not my dad. Only he is. But not gay definitely not gay. Ewe."  Sasha says out of no-where making Louis feel sick to his stomach. He hasn't felt so terrified in weeks. 

Harry looks to Louis who is already looking at him. There's a silent conversation happening where Harry now understands why Sasha doesn't know. 

Louis is embarrassed.

He is embrassed about how Harry is looking at him and how uncomfortable he looks. 
He is embarassed about how being gay is currently making him feel ashamed. 
He is embarassed about how the waiter doesn't know how to respond but most importantly, and for the first time in his life, 

He is embarrassed about his daughter.

" I'm fine thankyou. No sweets for me." Harry says breaking the awkward silence. 

Sasha is oblivious to the new found weirdness around the table. 

" I'm just going to go to the bathroom. I won't be long dad. " 

The moment Sasha is out of ear shot Louis looks to Harry. 

" I'm really sorry Harry, about everything. About the other night but especially for Sasha's comment. She..I didn't think she felt that way. I always had a gut instinct not to ever let her know about me but..
Shit I'm really sorry, I just...jesus christ." Louis rubs his hand across his eyes letting out an exhausted sigh. 

" Hey. She's young. I'm not offended or anything. Calm down. As far as the other night goes. Don't ever do that to me again. I understand you were mad and I truly apologise Lou, you were right. She's not my daughter and I should have never interfered. Let's talk more about it later ok. " 

Harry extends his hand out placing it over Louis knuckles caressing it gently but quickly removes it when he spots Sasha re approaching the table. 

" So Harry, you coming back to our house. It's family night and we were going to play monopoly." 

Harry gives Louis a look. He doesn't know wether it's such a good idea anymore, thinking it might be best to give Sasha space considering her current remarks regarding homosexuality. 

" Please Harry." Sasha begs noticing Harry was taking too long to respond and was probably contemplating to saying no. 

" You are welcome if you are free Harry. " Louis chimes in giving Harry a reassuring smile. 

" Sure." 

***************

    
It's just hit 10pm and Harry has lost twice. His pretty sure Louis has cheated thou. He doesn't know how, but his pretty sure he has manipulated it somehow by the way Louis constantly knew he was going to win. The night's earlier disruption had been forgotten about and funny enough the rest of the night had been full of fun and laughter.

" Harry's it's really late. You should probably stay here the night. He can can't he dad. The spare room is free. It wouldn't be a problem." 

Sasha not waiting for a response gets up and starts walking across the room. 

" I will get an extra blanket ready." 

Sasha leaves the room and Louis leans over to Harry. 

" Looks like your staying the night styles." 

**************

There's a strong smell of pancakes and bacon shifting throughout the house as Sasha makes her way down stairs. It's not until she reaches the bottom of the staircase that she hears something. 

Giggling. 

Not knowing why she feels the need to do so but she moves quietly, making her way towards the kitchen. She stops and pokes her head around the corner. There's an unsettling feeling dwelling throughout her. Harry is stood in the kitchen in just some sweatpants, her dad already dressed in his suit. What catches her attention is the way Harry keeps touching Louis when they laugh and the way Harry fonds over her dad. 

She liked Harry. He is nice and sweet and funny and makes her dad smile more so than often. So why does she all of a sudden wish that Harry would just leave? 

" Don't you get that on my face" Louis laughs.

" I wouldn't dare ruin that beautiful smile." Harry responds. 

Sasha doesn't see the way Louis face blushes but what she does take note of is the way Harry uses his thumb to caress the side of Louis cheek. 

Turning around she decides to skip breakfast and get ready for school. It's not until another half hour passes that Louis calls out. 

" Sasha darling are you ready for school, let's go." 

Jogging down the stairs she meets both Harry and Louis at the front door. 

" Harry is going to drop you off at school, I'm late I forgot I had a meeting this morning."

Sasha doesn't even bother to look in Harry's direction. 

" I'd rather walk." 

Sasha picks up her bag and exits out the door without any further explanation. 

" That was weird." Harry comments. 

" Mmm indeed it was." 

Louis can sense something is wrong but right now he needed to get to work. 

" You can let yourself out yeah." 

Harry smiles and licks his lips.

" I just got to get dressed and I will be on my way."

Louis knows what Harry is waiting for but he still cannot bring himself to do it. He opts for the safer option and kisses his forehead instead and even that felt way too domesticated for him.

**************

When Louis finally gets to lay down in bed that night after a busy day at work, there's lots of things troubling him. Sasha and her unexpected change of attitude being the one weighing him down more. He thinks he already knows what's wrong but his scared to address it. 

Confession:

For the 

first

 time in his life Louis has just made a decision that revolves him admitting the truth. He slides across the bed picking up his phone. He sends Harry a text. 

To Harry : 

" We need to talk." 

There's

 something he needs to admit. He hates the idea of bringing it all up again but he needs to. He needs to let Harry know the truth about Matt.

Harry needs to understand what it is he saw that day because Louis did not fuck Matt. 

When Louis had turned around facing his back to Harry that day, he had already organised with Matt what was going to happen. Matt understood the assignment. To make the sex look as real as possible. 

Louis bent him over and Louis and Matt both moaned and Louis 

definitely

 thrusted but he never entered Matt nor did Matt really give Louis head. It was all for show to punish Harry. 

Louis as much as he found Matt attractive 

couldn't

 bring himself to actually have sex with anyone else..
not
 when he only wanted Harry. 

This he needed to tell Harry, because as much as he was hurt by 

Sasha's

 words and weird behaviour, spending time with Harry in the last 24 hours has made him 

realise

 he wants him. He really really wants. All of him. His smile, his 

laughter

, his hugs, the sex, hell he now wants nothing more than to kiss him. 

What Louis 

doesn't

 know yet, is that Sasha is about to make things rather complicated. 

*************

# Chapter 14- Please Let Me Be Happy

As the old saying goes, 'It is not what you do for your children but what you have taught them to do for themselves that will help them develop into successful and respected human beings.' 

Louis is kind of wishing he had paid more attention to that advice alot earlier on in parenthood. Harry hasn't been over to the house in over a week. The last time he came Sasha for some reason had started calling Harry ' Henry' and even though Harry plays along with it and ignores it, I've asked her to stop and she's not listening. Sasha has never been the type to mis behave so badly but Louis is sure he knows why, he hopes he is mistaken but he knows he needs to have a chat with her soon. 

" Dad please. I really need you to drive me and my friends to the movies"

Louis places the empty bowl into the dishwasher and continues over to the bench to wipe his hands on the towel. 

" No, I'm sorry darling but I cant. I'm about to go back into work." 

Sasha doesn't like hearing the word 'No' and Louis can't help but blame himself for that. When Eleanor was hospitalised Sasha became a mess, she was totally destroyed and unfortunately he completely over compensated by giving into everything she wanted. He just hated seeing her so distraught and heart broken. As time went on Sasha had learnt that all she had to do was bat her eyelids and say " Please Daddy" and she would win. That was working very well and true for her, however for Louis, her entitled attitude is starting to take a toll on him. 

" You just got back from work like 2 hours ago!!" 

" Yes but Harry called, there's some issues in the kitchen that need my assistance. I'm sure there's another parent available" 

Sasha rolled her eyes as she walked over jumping up into the island bench stall. 

" It's always Harry" she says quietly not meant for Louis ears. 

" What did you say? I couldn't hear you properly" 
Louis says as he searches the fridge for something to snack on for the drive to the restuarant.

" Nothing " Sasha responds.

He walks over to her placing a kiss to the top of her head.

" Be good tonight kiddo. I will try not to be too long. Keep me up to date with what you plan to do." 

She smiles softly before trying one last time. She just couldn't help it.

" Drive us.....please Daddy." 

Louis sighs and looks at his watch. Sasha starts to smile as she knows this look, he is going to cave in. She is just about to thank him as Louis message tone sounds. Louis reads the message then looks to Sasha .

" I'm really sorry. I've got to go. Lock the door if you go out. And don't forget to let me know if you leave." 

Louis picks up his keys and exits out the back door, leaving Sasha sitting there utterly mad.

***************

When Sasha returns home from school on Friday she resumes her normal routine. She packs away her school bag, changes her clothes, grabs something to eat and heads to the piano. Sasha loves playing, her mum was a great pianist and ever since she can remember, her mum use to sit with her every day teaching her how to play and express herself through music. Every time she practises, she feels a sense of comfort, that she's somehow closer to her.

Sasha will get so wrapped up in her playing that she sometimes looses the concept of time. There was an incident not too long ago, where she sat there for 4 hours not realising it, she would have continued on if it wasn't for Louis who made her stop. This was one of those days. She wasn't Sure how long she had been practising when she heard a voice from behind her. A voice that once made her happy but now irritated her.

" You are playing 'Fur Elise' nice one. Are you still learning it?" 

Harry had no idea why he just said that. He knows already she is learning it for her performance at school next week as Louis keeps talking about it, about how proud he is that shes doing it. 

He also has no idea why Sasha just blantly ignored his question. He doesn't know what it is that has upset her all of a sudden and why she now no longer likes him. But he wants to try an find out. He wants to get to know her and it would make Louis feel less awkward about it all. For the last week whenever the 3 of them are sharing the same air space it's nothing but weird and uncomfortable.

" What are you doing here Henry?" 

Henry. His getting tired of hearing it as he knows she's using it in spite and not in a friendly way but like he has done so for the last 50 times he tries to let it go

" Your dad asked me to drop off some stuff from the restuarant, his just gone to the toilet. You know if you relax your fingers a little and straighten your posture a bit...- " 

Sasha snaps her head in Harry's direction.

" Let's get one thing straight , I don't need your help ok. I may be only 14 years old but I'm old enough to understand people like you. You are clearly gay. I've worked it out, I've watched you and honestly I don't have a problem with that. What I have a problem with, is that you are trying to turn my dad gay, who is straight, into your boyfriend. There's a 99 % chance my mum won't ever wake up but my dad and I still love her. Don't think for one second that you can just swarm in here with your good looks and charm and take my dad away from me. He is all I have left and I love him.. so back off, I'm not interested in being friends with you anymore." 

Sasha stands up abruptly collecting her music sheets. She turns to Harry one last time before she leaves the room .

" Thanks for the chat Henry." 

Harry watches her walk away as he mumbles to himself sadly. 

" It's Harry."

He notices Louis appear from the other side of the corridor passing Sasha. He couldn't help but over hear their conversation. 

" Just going to my room to finish my homework dad. You guys have fun. I love you. " 

" No worries sweet. I will call out when dinners ready."

Louis walks over to Harry cautiously. 

" Please tell me she behaved herself while I was upstairs." 

Harry smiles gently. 

" Yep......sweet as pie." 

Harry looks convincing but Louis doesn't seem to believe it. 

******************

Louis has kept Harry busy all evening. They have discussed everything under the sun from work, to movies, to hobbies, they have even knocked back a fair few glasses of wine and Louis feels great, except for the spontaneous butterflies he experiences when Harry ever so often touches him. Sasha has stayed in her room not wanting to witness the behaviour happening downstairs.

When dinner had arrived Sasha had asked her dad to eat in her room with the excuse of not wanting to stop studying to which Louis had agreed to. At 8pm she asked to go stay at her friends house who picked her up at 8.30pm. 

When it struck 11.15 pm Louis saw Harry yawn. He understands his tired, he is too. They both had, had a early start at the restuarant this morning and it was a full on day. Harry stands up from the lounge and stretches. 

" So...it's getting late, I should probably get going" 

" Please don't." Louis interjects. 

Louis isn't sure why he has said that and so quickly. He stares at Harry who is watching him intensly. Louis takes a deep breath. He knows he wants Harry now and that he is positive on.. but now he just needs to be brave enough to let Harry know that. Louis reaches out and takes hold of Harry's hand gently rubbing it. 

" Stay." 

Harry smiles and his not sure if it's because the alcohol is making him flush but he feels his face get warm. 

Louis bites his lip and tries not to tremble. His never in his life felt this nervous.  

" In my room."

Harry drops his head looking at the ground. 

" Ok. Just, it's probably best if I'm gone early in the morning before Sasha gets home."

" Deal." 

Entering Louis room, Harry instantly feels like his home. There's something about the room that makes him relax. There's a sense of serenity and calmness and Harry automatically thinks to himself that this is where he always wants to be, where he feels he belongs. 

" Can I um....take a shower?" 

Louis smiles because yes ofcourse he can. Normally that idea would have had him up in arms scared shitless but for some reason, it didn't. 

" Yeah no worries. Towels are in the bathroom cupboard." 

" Thanks...ah, I just realised I don't have anything to wear." 

Louis walked up close to Harry.

" You are not going to need clothes Styles now hurry up." 

Harry laughed and closed the ensuite door. The moment Louis heard the water running he found himself in a daydream about all the things he was planning on doing to Harry tonight. Louis couldn't contain the happiness on his face when he had an idea. His not sure if it's a smart one but his hoping Harry is on board. 

Harry steps out with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. Louis had this whole plan of how he was going to start things but the moment he saw the water dripping down Harry's torso he leaped from the bed and walked over to him.

" Fucking hell Harry how do you keep looking better every time I look at you? Fuck. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" 

Harry grabs hold of Louis hand and places it onto his cock. Louis can feel through the towel he has a semi. 

" Harry styles you are going to kill me one of these days. Shit."

Liking what he feels. He uses his other hand to untie his towel letting it fall to the floor.

" I'm all yours Lou." 

Louis lunges forward kissing straight into his neck. There's instant passion as Louis reaches behind him and grabs a firm hold of his bare ass. It starts moving alot quicker than Louis had anticipated but he truly doesn't give a shit. It's then he notices the door half open. 

" Shit, the door is still open." Louis mumbles between nipping at his collarbone.

Harry starts walking backwards and uses his leg to kick back and close the door shut. If only Harry and Louis took notice that the door didn't fully close properly. 

Louis sat Harry on the bed and bit his nail nervously. 

" Louis what is wrong? If you aren't comfortable with this I can leave-" 

" No , no that's not it. I .....hang on." 

Louis turns around and opens his drawer collects something and turns back around. 

" No!" Harry says quickly. 

Louis laughs as he slowly walks back up to him. 

" Tonight Harry, you are going to get a one time deal that No-one, I repeat No-one, has ever had the opportunity of doing. Tonight I'm all yours Harry." 

Louis wraps the handcuffs around himself and Locks them leaving him completely bound and submissive. 

" For one night only Harry. You have full control over me, do as you wish" 

Harry cannot believe what he is hearing, he is shocked but not as much as Louis himself. What was he thinking? Louis has never been in this type of situation where he felt comfortable enough to open up and become so vulnerable. After their incident the other day Louis did as he said he was going too and confessed to Harry about Matt but he still felt an apology wasnt enough. He just hopes that Harry realises just how big a deal this was for him to let Harry be in control. 

Harry spun Louis around and bent him over the bed. 

  "Fuck Lou.. I....are you really sure?" 

" Hurry up and fuck me styles before I change my mind."

With that, Harry reached for the lube and didn't look back. 

*****************

Harry started to stir awake so Louis ran his hand through his soft wavy hair that was hitting his face as Harrys body was pressing to his chest. 

" What time is it? Did you hear something before?" Harry asks, his sleepy voice sending shivers throughout Louis body. 

"No. It's only 2.40am go back to sleep."

Harry turned around his face now centremeters away. There's enough light in the room from the moon through the curtains that Louis can see the green sparkle in Harry's eye. 

" Louis...are we...like...what am I to you? I'm sorry , I just...I really really like you Louis and I know its going to be hard with Sasha and all.." 

Louis heart is doing all sorts of somersaults. He smiles internally as he tries to muster up all the right words of how to tell Harry that his all his, he wants him for the long run. He can't seem to form any type of sentence in his brain as he listens to Harry worry about his response. So he does something that has totally scared the hell out of him for months. He leans forward and connects their lips. 

Feeling Harry's soft plumpy lips against his own was magical. He tasted exactly like he had imagined if not better. It was delicate and sweet and now that Louis has had a hint of Harry's flavour he can't seem to get enough. He wants more, so he takes it. The two sit up making sure not to disconnect their lips. After a few minutes, as hard as it was, Louis brings it to a halt. 

" Harry..." He leans his head against Harry's forehead. " I love you." 

Louis is pretty sure his heart just stopped because there's no fucking way he just said that out loud. He makes a mental note, that tomorrow he MUST talk to Sasha. 

****************

" Eggs and hashbrowns huh?" 

Louis enters the kitchen to witness Harry cooking up a storm. Harry smiles. 

" I'm sorry I know its early but it's my body clock, it won't let me sleep pass 6am and I wanted to suprise you. I tried to stay in bed as long as I could but when it hit 7 I couldn't lay there any longer. You hungry?" 

There's no amount of words that  would ever be enough to describe the feeling of what Louis is feeling right now waking up to Harry like this. They say that the biggest adventure you can ever take, is to live the life of your dreams, and that's what this all feels like right now. A dream. Because Louis never thought he could be this happy, he never ever thought he could possibly deserve or accept it. 

As Harry flashes those dimples once again Louis knows this is meant to be. He can feel it in every inch of his bones. 

" I'm hungry alright" Louis responds as he wraps his arms around Harry's waist as Harry tries turning the eggs. 

" Lou, I'm going to drop them in a minute, if you dont let me go" Harry giggles.

Louis tugs Harry's shirt turning him around. He steps onto the tip of his toes and presses his lips to Harry's, it now feels like the most natural thing in the world.  It would have been a perfect scene, if they weren't interrupted by a high pitch voice. 

" What the hell dad !!!!!! " 

There's a short moment of silence where all 3 seem to look at each other. No one knowing how to proceed. 

" Sasha...let me explain. " Louis begs. 

" I asked you for one thing Harry, to just let me have my dad, was that really too much to ask?" Sasha exclaims as tears flow down her face. 

" Darling, look at me. This is not Harry's fault sweet. Come and sit and we can -" 

" I saw you two last night. I saw you cuddled in bed. I thought I was just imaging things as I was extremely tired but seeing you kiss just now, .....what about mum !! How could you do this to her daddy, how?!!" 

Sasha turns away and storms upstairs the sound of her bedroom door being slammed echoes throughout the house.

Fuck. 

****************** 

Harry left roughly half hour later. After he helped me calm down after I had a mini anxiety attack, I assured him I was ok and that I needed to talk with my daughter. I tried to apologise to him about Sasha but he wouldn't hear anything about it. He kept telling me he understood it must be hard for her. It's all new and unfamiliar info that would be like an overflow of emotions for her. He was right and im glad how patient and considerate he is being with her even after the way she has been treating him.

' 
knock knock knock
'

" Go away " 

Louis opens the door anyway and is met with Sasha who is sat on the floor cuddling her knees as she leant against her bed. Her face is bright red from her crying. 

" Sasha I need you too know that I love you and your mum very much." 

" Then why are you sleeping with and kissing Harry!" 

" Sasha let me finish...." 

Sasha leans across to her bedside table grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

" You will always be my number one priority do you hear me. No matter who I kiss or have sleeping in my bed you will always be my baby girl. No one is ever going to take you away from me. Your mum....darling you know what the doctors have said time and time again even at our last visit. The odds of her ever waking up were always non existent. I will always love her Sasha and no one not even Harry can take those memories of her away from us. Harry wouldn't even want that."

" Why didn't you tell me dad? Since when do you, you know...like boys?" 

Louis looks around the room trying to avoid the tears from spilling down his cheeks. Guilt it's all he feels right now. 

" I was ashamed and scared about how you would react. You are so precious and your opinion matters so much to me." 

" Im sorry. It just caught me off guard I guess. I wasn't expecting to see my dad kissing another boy. I'm sorry. " 

Louis sinks down beside her and pulls her in for a tight hug. Pulling back he uses his hand to wipe away a tear that was still streaming down her cheek.  

" Harry, he...He makes me laugh. He makes me smile. He......I mean you do too darling but....-" 

" I get it, I get what you mean dad" 

There's a short silence. 

" He makes me happy."

Sasha hugs her dad once again. 

" Do you love him?" 

Louis is thrown back by the question because one, he didn't expect it and two, how does he answer it? He should tell her the truth but will that upset her considering her words from earlier?

" I ........" Louis seems to freeze a little and by some miracle Sasha notices how Louis appears apprehensive.

" Dad please...Don't be scared just tell me the truth." 

With those words Louis answers as honest as he can without any further hesitation. 

" Yes...I think...yes, yeah I do. I really do." 

Sasha manages a smile and it's not because she's happy about the whole situation but more because she hasn't seen her dad this happy and in love in years and deep down there's a part of her that is 100% excited for him.

" Then I will apologise to him. I know I've kinda given him a little too much crap lately. I'm sorry." 

Louis can tell she genuinely means it. He nudges her side playfully. 

" I'm sure Henry will appreciate it." 

They both crack up laughing for a minute before they are interrupted by Louis's phone ringing. He looks at the caller ID and excuses himself from the room. 

" Sorry, I really have to take this it's important. It's a work thing. I will check back in with you later ok. " 

Sasha just nods her head. 

Exiting the room, Louis answers the call. 

" Hello. ...Yes this is he.....I see....Thankyou" 

He walks rapidly to his room and closes the door. He falls backwards onto his bed and stares at the ceiling as panic well and truly sets in. 

How the hell is he suppose to explain to his daughter that her Mother has just passed away. 

*****************

~

~~

Confession~~~

There's alot to unpack tonight. But where to start. Maybe with the less severe
. 

Earlier on when Sasha asked for a lift but I was called into work by Harry, 

I

 could have 

taken

 her if I wanted to. For once I truly felt she needed to hear the word No for a change...plus confession number one; there was no 'work' situation.

Harry had texted, that part was true. However the restaurant was indeed running smoothly. Harry's message was a picture of himself laying on my bed in my restaurant apartment. He only had his boxers on, his erection  evident through the material and captioned it: 

"I'm on my break...willing and ready if you are." 

And I mean...how could I say no....I mean I 

did

..but not to Harry. 

Second...

I heard every word Sasha 

said

 to Harry while at the piano. I 

wasn't

 very long in the toilet and when I approached the living room I heard the way sasha spoke to him. I heard what she said about her mum. It hit me quick and hard and I momentarily had no idea what to do. When 

I

 heard her feet exiting the room I pretended to come downstairs. 

Sasha's

 words had slashed right through me. I saw her anger, 

I

 saw her concerns, 

I

 saw her love, but I also saw her rudeness.  Which leads to confession number 3, 

which

 was a decision made out of temporary anger and hurt that I 

wish

 I could go back in time and change. 

When Harry stayed over the night 

Sasha

 had gone to stay at her friends, remember he woke up at 2.40am? Yeah..remember he asked if I had heard something. Yes , yes I did. I heard 

Sasha

 come in through the front door. Sasha closing her bedroom door is what 

stirred
 
Harry awake
. 

You see. The reason I was awake already was because
 
Sasha

 had sent a text message letting me 

know

 she was coming home. Her friend Emma had become really sick and was vomiting everywhere. Her mum was dropping her back here so she hopefully 

wouldn't

 catch it. It was then I realised my bedroom door was ajar, enough for Sasha to peak through. 

I made a rash decision to leave it open and I know you are all going to be mad about it 

because

 I myself cannot believe I 

thought

 it was a good idea. Having made the decision to tell 

Sasha

 that I was gay was easy but following through with it seemed extremely difficult and scary. I 

don't

 know why and believe me when I say this, I wish I  could go back and do it 

differently

. I knew Sasha would peak in my room. Her curious nature would make sure of that. 

When I heard her foot steps I closed my eyes squinting one open just enough to see that she had indeed looked in.  Some part of me, a very stupid part of me, had the idea that if she had seen Harry in my bed then maybe the seed had been planted. I knew she would 

eventually

 ask me and 

that's

 

what

 I needed. I 

wasn't

 brave 

enough

 to bring it up with her. I was 

terrified

 like a little child lost in a mall. No matter how hard I tried I 

couldn't

 stand the heart palpitations I was feeling every time I 

thought

 about how to address it. 

As with Harry, I also knew 

Sasha's

 body clock always had her up at 7am even on weekends. I heard her coming , 

that's

 why I kissed Harry. I 

didn't

 know how to tell her...so I simply decided to show her instead. 

Was it wrong ..YES!!! 

Do I wish I 

did

 it 

differently

..Yes!!!

Was it inappropriate..yes !!!

I know ok.. it was wrong on so many levels. I hate myself. I hate that I 

couldn't

 address my daughter properly about it. I knew how much it would hurt her and yet for some fucked up reason I chose to do it 

because

 I was 

nothing

 but a 

chicken

 shit. Whenever I 

thought

 

about

 explaining it all to her, all I could see was 

Eleanor's

 face when she saw the pool boy. 

I've 

hidden

 my sexuality for so many years the thought alone of coming out was excruciating, let alone confessing it to my little bundle of joy. 

So here it is..

I've

 saved the worse to last. You think how I went about with Sasha was wrong wait til you hear this one. 

It's

 my worse confession to this day. 

It's

 one 

I'm

 most ashamed of. It was beyond wrong of me and boy am I 

hurting

 and I will never forgive myself for it EVER.

When I received the call from 

Eleanor's

 facility today, I wasn't shocked at the news of her passing. 

Why? 

Because I was expecting the call. 

Because

 she 

didn't

 just pass away. 

I made them pull the plug.

The phone call was to simply let me know they had done it. 

I once told you, that no matter how 

long

 Eleanor was alive I 

wouldn't

 allow myself to be happy. How can I move on when 

I'm

 

holding

 onto the 

past

. Eleanor was only alive because I was paying to 

keep

 her that way. The 

doctor's

 had told me so many times she would never wake up and that I was wasting my money away but I 

couldn't

 tell 

Sasha

 that. I had to let her believe there was some sort of hope left.

I visited her the other day with no one knowing. I said my goodbyes and once again apologised to her. I showed her some photos of Sasha, of 

things

 that she had missed out on. Probably sounds weird to you since she 

couldn't

 see them but it was something I felt I needed to do.

I informed the Doctor to unplug her in a few days. I 

couldn't

 be there while it happened, that I 

couldn't

 handle. Do I feel bad about not 

giving

 

Sasha

 the chance to say goodbye? Absolutely, 

I'm

 gutted. Deep down I 

thought

 after everything 

she's

 been through it may be easier if she thought it happened naturally. 

It's my biggest and most shameful secret that I will definitely take to the grave. 

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A/N 

Don't

 hate him.... 

it will all make sense in the finale... I hope.... 

:)

# Chapter 15 - All that is Well, Ends Well?

A/N

Last chapter before the Finale !!

Both will be uploaded 

tonight

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There is no expiration date on the love felt between a parent and a child. There are only two things in this life that can truly change us as individuals.
' Love and grief'
Unfortunately all life, inevitably must come to an end at some point but love .....never does. 

Sasha has put on a brave face. Louis is finding it hard to believe how well she seems to be coping. However he knows his daughter well and he knows shes more than likely just putting up a brave front. He realises at some point in the next few week's she will crumble badly. Louis knows this because Sasha is just like him in more ways than one. 

The funeral took place yesterday at a small cemetery in London. The sky was over cast with lots of cloud cover and they were hit with sprinkles of rain. It wasn't a big affair with just Louis, Sasha, Liam and a few of the doctors who had looked after her throughout the years. Eleanor didn't associate with any of her family as they never got along. Most of them lived accross the other side of the world. She only had her mother in her life, who had passed away last year unexpectantly. 

Sasha cried uncontrollably as expected and it broke Louis soul. The most heart wrenching moment for him was watching his beloved daughter fall to her knees sobbing as they lowered her casket into the ground. Its a sight that Louis has embedded into his memory, one that Louis will never forget. 
It felt as though a thousand daggers had been thrown into his chest.

He did the best he could to console sasha that day. He rubbed her back, he offered her tissues, he cuddled her. He spoke kind words for her eulogy but he felt on edge the whole time. There was a big part of him that felt he shouldn't be there, that he didnt deserve to be there.

As sad as Louis felt, the moment Eleanor had been lowered and he had  dropped a white rose down onto her coffin, he closed his eyes. Something in himself changed. He knows he shouldn't feel this way but he couldn't help notice the sudden weight of sadness, remorse, and guilt lift from his shoulders. For the first time in years....Louis felt free. 

*************

Sasha had locked herself in her room for a few hours. He could hear her crying but he knew to let her have some space. Eventually around 7pm she emerged into the living room where Louis switched off the TV and watched her sit down at the piano. 

Sasha is not a beginner, she's rather advanced. He understands that her playing is a way to comfort herself but he can't help but take notice how angry she's getting at herself when she misses a key. 

" Darling, I know you want to play but do you think maybe you should try tomorrow? It's just - " 

" Dad I'm ok. I need to practise.. The performance is in a few days. I'm fine ok. " 

Louis exhales and stands from the lounge as he hears the crunching of the gravel outside from a car pulling up. He knows it's Harry. He had asked him to drop off some paperwork from the restuarant as he hasn't been there in two days. He makes it to the door just in time before Harry pressed the bell. 

" Hey" 

" Hi" 

Harry steps into the foyer and hands Louis the folder. 

" Liam told me to inform you that he has done all the rosters and he needs you to sign off on some delivery forms and the payslips." 

" Thanks Harry." 

The moment is interrupted when both Harry and Louis look to Sasha as she screeches out the word ' Shit' as she makes another mistake.

" How is she coping?" Harry asks sympathetically. 

Louis grabs Harry's hand and guides him into the kitchen. He heads to the kettle switching it on and opening the cupboard to fetch two cups. 

" Tea?" 

" Yes Please, thankyou."

" She's been in her room alot. I'm worried about her Harry. I hate seeing her like this, you know. She should never have had to go through this" 

Harry can hear his voice tremble. Even though Louis's back is turned to him as he prepares the tea, he witnesses Louis head fall into his hands as his body starts to shake from him crying. 

" Oh God Lou" 

Harry immediately presents himself over to Louis wrapping him into a hug. He kisses the top of his head as he caresses his back trying to comfort him. 

" Let it out baby, it's ok. " Harry reaffirmed. 

Louis pulled back breaking the connection, wiping his face. 

" You don't understand Harry..... this is all my fault." 

" No it's not Louis, you didn't cause the accident and you didn't make her pass away. None of this is your fault, how could you think that." 

Louis wants to laugh because Harry couldn't be any further from the truth. 
He turns around and pours the hot water from the kettle into the cup as the sound of the kettle clicks off. Louis goes to speak but stops when his phone rings. 

" It's Liam, I'm just gonna go take this real quick. I won't be long." 

Harry simply smiles as Louis exits the room, the sound of his feet treading up the stairs can be heard. It's not the only thing he hears as Sasha let's out a frustrated sigh. He walks over to the living room door and watches as he bites his thumb nail as he thinks. His stuck. He wants to go and talk to her and try to help her but his scared. Not only because of the way she had been with him lately but because of how she's currently feeling.

He makes the decision when Sasha leans down dropping her head into her crossed arms over the keys as she cries. Sasha lifts her head when she feels a large warm hand rest on her shoulder. She wipes her eyes her face tinged with a little embarrassment.

" May I?" 

Harry asks notioning to sit down next to her. She slides over allowing room for him to sit on the little black bench seat. 

" I haven't been very kind to you and I'm truly sorry. The things I said and the way I acted, it's not who I really am I promise. My dad raised me better and I really hope you can forgive me." 

Harry places an arm around her shoulder and gives it a little rub. He wants to ask if she's ok but he realises she's probably sick of being asked that already. 

" I'm sorry about your mum." 
Is what leaves his mouth. 
" Apology accepted but don't worry about me, you have enough on your plate." 

Sasha smiles as Harry returns it.
He picks up her hand and loosens her finger placement, and uses his hand to straighten her posture. He was worried she would react badly but she doesn't. She.....she smiles. 

The moment she starts to play, he can see her relax. She's not missing a key. Harry lays his hand down slowly towards the keys and joins in, the sound of Fur Elise being played perfect and beautifully echoes off the walls. Like Sasha, Harry too gets caught up in the moment. His eyes are closed as he concentrates and enjoys the moment. Minutes and minutes go by before they finally finish. 

" Well done Kiddo, you nailed it." Harry says as Sasha grins.

Louis who has stood back the entire time at the door, his presence going un-noticed feels the most happiest he has ever been. His a little concerned his heart couldn't take any more. Watching the two most important people in his life get along and share a precious moment had un doubtably pulled at his heart string's. 

" He is right, that was superb baby girl" Louis says appearing next to her. 

" See you have no need to worry, you are going to smash it next week." Louis says before planting a kiss to the top of her head. 

" Only because of this professional" she jokes nudging Harry's ribcage. 

" It was all you." He winks to her. 

" Dad , I'm tired im going to have a early night." 

Sasha stands up and Louis squeezes her tightly. 

" No worries munchkin, have a good sleep." 

She takes 3 steps before she stops. She looks to Louis who automatically knows what she's thinking. Louis can't believe how things are turning out. Surely this isn't real. She walks back over to Harry and gives him a quick hug. 

" Good night Harry."

" Night Sash." 

She makes a bee line for the door and suddenly she's gone. Louis is so greatful that Sasha has changed her ways, hell his proud of how she is dealing with everything lately. Harry stands up quickly turning to Louis. 

" You freaking heard that right?" Harry says a little too over excited. 

Louis nods his head as he giggles. 

" Hear what? I didn't hear a thing. You wanna watch a movie?" 

" Louis.....she....she called me Harry. She called me Harry again, not Henry... Harry!! " 
He exclaims as he playfully plants kisses all over Louis's face. 

" Yes babe...I heard. C'mon you select the movie while I go fetch some snacks." 

As Louis enters the kitchen he hears Harry singing jokingly.

" She called me Harry, she called me Harry do do do do do she called me Harry." 

Louis couldn't contain his laughter. He decides on some chocolate and soda. Harry is already sat on the lounge with the throw rug over his lap. 

" So what did you choose?" 

Harry grins. 

" When HARRY met Sally" 

Louis laughs. 

" You get it Lou... not when Henry met Sally, when HARRY met Sally!!" 

Between his laughter Louis finally spits out. 

" You are such a dork styles." 

**************

Over the next couple of days, things just seem to drift naturally. In a line of things, you could possibly say everything is going flawlessly. Sasha is happy, Harry is happy and Louis....he too can finally say he is honestly in a place of contentment.....until today that is. 

Sasha is a nervous wreck. Its 4pm and her performance is in three hours time. Her dad promised to be home by now and he isn't. She's already had a bite to eat and taken a shower. With all the excitement flowing through her, she decided to try on her dress once again. It seems the universe is against her today as she stands there admiring her outfit. 

She holds the edges as she twirls about, before she walks over to her bed searching for her phone to take a picture, when she remembers she left it in her ensuite bathroom. After picking it up off the bench she pulls the door closing it behind her. Of course like all bad luck that she seems to have, the bottom half of her light blue dress gets caught in the door, ripping off the feathers as she tried to continue walking. 

" Fucccckkk , oh no oh no oh no. This is not happening to me."

She picks up the feathers and puts them into a pile on her bed. As she sits down, its then she notices the big tear. She dials her dads number but he doesn't answer. She tries again. Like before, he doesn't answer. Panic sets in now. Her dress is ruined. She doesn't have a lot of time. She still needs to do her hair and make-up and travel to the theatre. She tries her dad again needing advice and help on what to do about the dress but again is met with his voicemail. 

After cussing a few times, she tries again this time now getting through. 

" Harry I need help." 

Harry was having a big day in the kitchen. There was a VIP party being held in the restuarant that required a three course meal for everyone. When Sasha called he was suprised to say the least. Of course he wanted to help her, he was just worried about leaving work when there was so much going on. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Sasha after she only just started being nice again. Nathan and Bruno assured him they had it all under control and to go. 

He made it to Louis's house in record time. When Sasha opened the door, Harry was met with her hysteria. 

" Where the hell is dad? Why isn't he answering me? My dress Harry it's ruined! Why does this stuff always happen to me!" 

Harry closes the door and grabs her shoulders. 

" Calm down, take a deep breath." 

Sasha does as she's told. 

" Your dad left the restuarant late this morning, he had some sort of  investment meeting somewhere. No-one has heard from him or Liam. I'm sure they will be back soon. Now where's this dress let's have a look." 

Sasha brings the dress down to the kitchen where Harry is sat at the table.

" I jammed it in the bathroom door. I'm such an idiot. What am I going to do Harry, I don't have anything else to wear. Dad is going to be so angry, this cost him $1,950." 

Harry's eyes widen in disbelief at the price tag. He knows Louis loves her but shit, to him that felt a little over the top. 

" Do you have a sewing kit of any sort? " 

" Yep" 

Sasha runs over to a room which looks Like some sort of office or junk room. She places the container in front of Harry and puts the feathers down on the table beside him. 

" I'm not going to be able to make it like it was, but hopefully I can make it better." 

Sasha smiles. 

" While you do that, im going to run up and do my hair and make-up, is  that ok?" 

" Go for it." 

It doesn't take Harry too long, just over an hour to be exact. He looks at the finished product and grins. He is quite proud of it if he must admit it. He had taught himself to sew when he was a teenager and for a short period of his life it had become some what of a hobbie.

" Sasha it's ready. Come down and see." Harry calls loudly.

Sasha appears moments later. Her make-up and hair looking flawless. 

" Wow. Nice one. You are going to look amazing. Here..."

Harry hands her the dress. 

" You like it?" 

" Oh my god Harry, you are a life saver. This is amazing. You should ditch cooking and design clothes, this is so cool" 

Harry laughs. 

" As much as I love fashion, I will stick to my pots and pans thankyou. Now go try it on and I will try to call your dad again." 

Sasha carefully picks up the dress and proceeds upstairs. Harry dials Louis's number with no luck. He sends a message. 

To Louis : 
" Where are you? Please call asap. Sasha needs you. I'm at your house." 

Time is flying by and before they know it, it reaches 6.30pm. Harry looks at the clock and then at his phone. Still nothing from Louis. He hears Sasha coming downstairs, the click of her heels making him turn in her direction.

There she stood. 
Her dress sitting nicely, looking like new. Harry took the feathers and sewed them around the top of her dress creating a whole new look. Her make-up was applied perfectly, her hair clean and hung effortlessly around her shoulders. She looked stunning. 

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" You look wonderful. Dad is going to flip out when he sees you, he is going to be so proud of you." 

She has waited for this night for ages. She is full of nerves as expected but she should at least be happy but she's not. She's worried about her dad. 

" Thankyou. I..um..I know you have already done so much for me but...could you like, I kind of need a lift to the theatre." 

Harry stands up and puts his phone in his pocket.

" You really thought I'd make you walk, don't be silly, c'mon let's go, don't want you to be late." 

Sitting in the car Sasha messages her dad once again letting him know she was leaving. When Harry pulled up in the parking lot he looked around to notice all the families walking in together. He felt bad, this wasn't right. Louis should be here, where the fuck was he? Sasha looked to Harry. 

" I cannot thank you enough Harry. You really aren't so bad after all. For what it's worth, I can see why dad is happy with you." 

Harry didn't care wether it was appropriate or not but he leant forward, grabbed her hand and kissed it. 

" You have no idea how much that means to me..." 

Sasha smiled and got out the car. Just as she was about to close the door Harry looked around once again seeing the mums and dads guiding their children inside. 

" Sasha wait... Do you..I mean would you like me to walk you inside?" Harry asks nervously. 

" No it's ok... dad will be here soon I know he will but thankyou anyway." 

" Ok...good luck." 

She closes the door and starts to slowly walk inside. Harry watches hopelessly as he pats the driver's steering wheel. This didn't feel right at all. He knew Sasha had confidence in her dad but he could also see her disappointment. When Sasha reached the entrance doors she turned back to look at Harry lifting her hand slightly to wave. It would have been a nice gesture if he hadn't noticed how scared and upset she looked. The moment she entered the building Harry parked the car. He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave her here with no one to support her. 

He waited outside until he heard a round of applause. He looked down at his clothes. He wasn't dressed appropriately for this as he had come straight from the restuarant. He wore his black jeans and a black polo top that had a couple of flour patches on it. He snuck inside and stayed to the back. The room was fairly dark and was very crowed. He blended in and hid rather well.

Funny enough Harry was enjoying himself. After all he did love music, and listening to all the violins and flutes for the last 40 mins had been delightful. He heard Sasha being introduced for her piano piece. He gazed around the room still not seeing Louis. He quickly texted and rang but still recieved the voicemail. 

Sasha sat down at her stall and Harry noticed instantly that she looked to the spare seat at the front where Louis was suppose to be. He saw the sadness in her composure. She leant her fingers on the keys and actually hit the wrong ones. She panicked and again looked back to the empty seat. She tried once again but her fingers were shaking. Harry could tell by the way the she hit the keys. Harry knew what he had to do. He walked down the aisle quickly trying not to bump into anyone along the way. 

" Excuse me, sorry." 

Harry sat down into the chair and caught his breathe as Sasha made eye contact. The moment she saw Harry she exhaled out a sigh of relief. Harry gave her a reassuring smile. He motioned to her to correct her posture and waved his fingers signalling for her to relax. 

She nodded and lowered her head and begun to play. This time she tapped the keys correctly and began to play beautifully. She had been playing for a couple of minutes before Harry searched the room for Louis again and was suprised to see him there standing at the back smiling. Harry carefully and sneakily left the seat and walked up to him. 

" Go..get in your seat quick. " 

Louis smiled and made his way down to the chair. When Sasha finally finished she paused and stared at the piano in front of her while listening to the cheers. She stood to her feet to take her bow when she saw him. Her dad. She went to smile but somehow managed to let tears fall down her cheeks. She knew her dad wouldn't let her down, she knew he would make it. 

Louis was clapping like there was no tomorrow. The word proud isn't enough to explain how he felt in this moment. His precious daughter was glowing on stage just like her mother use too. Louis cried, he couldn't help it. When Sasha stepped off the stage he engulfed her into his arms hugging her tightly with so much joy.

" You were absolutely amazing, you played with so much passion, you are so talented darling. Your mum would be so proud of you sweetheart just like I am. I'm sorry I was late." 

" Thanks dad." 

Louis turned to look at Harry but found him meters away as he exited out the door. Harry had flet he was intruding as he technically wasn't invited. 

" Harry" they both shouted, but he had already closed the door. By the time they chased after him Harry was just opening up his car door. 

" Harry. Where are you going?" Sasha called. 

" Sasha, you smashed it in there, well done. I might need to take a few lessons off of you." 

Louis smiles watching their cute  interaction. 

" And to answer your question I'm heading on home." 

" Why? Dad and I are going to go get ice cream to celebrate. Please come." 

How could Harry say no? 

" Only if Dad promises me peppermint with chocolate chip flavour." 

" Deal " Louis laughs. 

" Leave your car Haz, come in mine. We can collect yours later on." 

" Dad, let me go say goodbye to my friends, meet you at the car in a minute."

Sasha runs off leaving Harry to straight away question Louis. 

" Jesus Lou, where have you been all day. You nearly missed it tonight." 

Louis frowns. 

" I'm sorry. As you know Liam and I had a really important meeting. I felt a bit down today so Liam took me to the bar and I had a couple of drinks. Then my phone died. On the way home I got stuck in traffic and I'm really sorry. I'm really glad you got her ready and here on time. Thankyou Harry." 

Harry opened up the door and stepped inside putting on his seat belt. 

" You did a really good job raising her, you know that right?" 

Louis smiled as Sasha opened up the back car door. 

" Let's go !!" 

As they drove along the highway headed for the 24/7 icecream shop, Louis felt like he didn't want the night to end. The family he always wanted, the partner he always wanted, the LOVE he had always wanted was all there in his lap and that, he couldn't be more greatful for because everything he now has, he never thought was ever possible. 

Confession: 

Louis felt loved......... 

As Harry and Sasha told 

each

 

other

 silly little jokes, laughter fulfilled the car. Louis kept eyeing Harry fondly finding himself distracted by his dimples and adorable laugh. He watched Sasha through the mirror, the image of his sweet little girl showing her true loving self. 

He thanks the gods above for 

giving

 him this opportunity to live again. 

Unfortunately for Louis, he 

hadn't

 realised just how long he had been looking in the mirror before he was suddenly blinded by incoming car headlights and a horn. 

They say in life that if things seem to be going really well, too well, then something bad is probably going to happen.

Louis's world is about to be turned completely upside down.

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A/N 

What are your predictions for the next chapter? The final chapter.

# Final Chapter - Reality

A/N 

A/N 

Final chapter everyone! 

Hope you enjoy it.

I'm

 nervous for you all to read. Enjoy the plot twist
.
A BIG thankyou to suselat, jessiedawn93 and jaxsluv for your continuing support. Wattpad was playing up and 
wouldn't

 let me dedicate but 

it's

 dedicated to each of you !! 

I love you both !! ♡♡♡

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Blinking his eyes consecutively as he tries to open them fully, the room appears a little blurry. He can hear faint voices as he slowly tries to sit up. 

" Louis, mate no. You have cords everywhere. Just relax and lay back down ok." 

He startles for a moment not knowing where he is. It's now obvious his in the hospital as he looks around noticing Liam and Niall stood at the foot of the bed, who look somewhat happy that is awake but also there's a tinge of concern still evident across their faces. 

" Sasha is she...is she ok? Liam, please tell me she is alright." 

Liam frowns as he looks to Niall. 

Louis starts to get agitated and worried when Liam doesn't respond straight away. It doesn't help when Liam soon whispers something into Niall's ear making him exit out the door. 

" Liam what is it? Where is Sasha? Is she hurt? She's not ...shes not.......Liam!!" 

Louis starts to cry erratically as Liam immediately lunges forward to wrap his arms around him in an effort to try and console him. 

" Louis please calm down, this isn't any good for you." 

The door opens and in walks a doctor followed by a nurse and Niall. He doctor continues to look at the clip board in his hands as Louis looks to Liam. There's no doubt his scared, his eyes deflected that. 

" Mr Tomlinson. If I may?" The doctor queries looking down to his abdomen.

Louis nodded. 

Doctor Harrington reached out and felt Louis stomach. 

" Any pain?" 

"No I'm fine." He answers quickly, just wanting this to be over to find out about his daughter. 

" Looking at your notes here, I see you had swelling and....." 

" I don't care about me what about Sasha, is she OK just tell me. Where is she god dam it!!" 

Dr Harrington gave a small but sad smile before turning to Liam. 

" Liam may I have a moment outside please. " 

Liam nodded and followed him out the door leaving Niall standing in the corner biting his nails nervously.

" Niall please. This is driving me insane. Why will no-one say anything. She's hurt isn't she? How bad?" 

Niall opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the door swinging back open. 

Louis has had enough he needs answers. 

" Where the hell is Sasha!!" He yells. 

" Mr Tomlinson. Please lower your voice... Mr Payne, would you like me to answer this or would you like to?"

" Let me please." 

Liam is nervous, Louis can tell. Niall excuses himself from the room a little scared of what's to come. 

Louis looks erratically between the 2 of them. 

" Louis, your daughter Sasha ...she...." 

Louis let the tears flow down his cheeks. His heart rate increased, the beeping sound on the machine spiking loudly. 

Liam takes a deep breath hating the fact that he has to do this, say this to his best friend. 

" Louis you were in a accident. You were badly injured. I'm not sure why you are asking about Sasha but ..." 

" Because she was in the car Liam." 

Louis was more confused than ever because his pretty sure Liam knew this already. Louis was shaking and Liam knew he just needed to get it out there. 

" No Louis, you were on your way home after a very long exhausting day at work, you feel asleep at the wheel.... Sasha is gone." 

Louis immediately tried to get out of bed. Harrington stepped forward holding him in place. 

" No No No No she's dead? This is all my fault. I shouldv'e been paying more attention to the road. " 

Louis lowered his head into his hands and cried not caring who heard him. 

" No Louis. You don't understand. Sasha didn't die last night. She passed away many years ago. She died in a car crash along with Eleanor. Do you not remember?" 

Louis mouth fell open in disgust. 

" Not the time for a sick fucking joke Liam. Games over where is she? TELL ME NOW!! He demanded. 

" And where's Harry? Is he ok?" 

Harrington looked to Liam who shrugged his shoulders. 

" Who's Harry?" Liam asked confused. 

Louis pulled the cords out of his arm and from his chest and tore up out of bed. Harrington tried to stop him but was over powered by Louis determination. 

He flung open the door and barged out into the corridor as he began to panic, gaining many stares from the nurses and visitors that were currently residing in the area. 

" Sasha...Harry ! " He called out desperately. 

" Where are you ...Harrrryyyy..." 

Harrington pulled out his phone and called for help. Liam ran after Louis who was poking his head into every room screaming out in search of his deceased daughter and this un-known Harry that he spoke of. 

" Louis c'mon please. Stop, this is crazy. You need to listen to me and calm down." 

Louis spun around angrily before noticing Liam's saddened face. Liam extended his arms out as Louis fell into them willingly as they both slid down to the floor. Louis sobbed as Liam wiped his hair out of his face. 

" My baby girl Liam ........my little princess." 

" I know..." is all Liam could muster out not knowing how to comfort him any better. Within seconds they were surrounded by Harrington and two guards. Louis was quickly sedated and taken back to his bed. 

************* 

~~~3 months later. ~~~ 

It's taken a lot to get to this moment. There's been countless amounts of therapy and appointments to get his PTSD under control. Liam has been Louis back bone throughout it all and now finally 3 months after his accident and after several chats with his therapist he finds himself here. 

The breeze is cold on yet another average spring day in London. He wipes a tear away before laying down the flowers onto the grave in front of him. He tucks his freezing hands back into his jacket pockets as he reads the headstone. 

'Eleanor Tomlinson
Loved wife and mother'

He looks along side seeing yet another Tomlinson name. 

'Sasha Tomlinson 
Taken too soon
Daughter to Eleanor and Louis
Missed dearly
'I love you princess' 

As Louis skims his eyes over the dates it reminds him how much he has endured over the years. How much hurt and guilt had brewed up inside of him. He has come to terms with what happened back then and over the last 6 months. A mixture of therapy and medication has opened his eyes and slightly healed his heart in ways he never thought it needed. 

The first 5 therapy sessions were extremely hard for Louis. It was in those times he was brought to the realisation that Sasha was in fact deceased. It turns out after loosing both his wife and daughter in the car crash Louis had suffered miserably. The night Eleanor had left Louis after catching him with the pool boy she had in fact taken Sasha with her. Amy, his therapist had to help Louis understand that the depth of trauma and loss he encountered hit him alot harder than he had realised. So much so that his mind wouldn't allow himself to accept the truth and reality of loosing both his wife and daughter at the same time in such an unexpected and troublesome way. 

Amy made sure to help Louis understand how it all happened, the reality versus what he had imagined happened and why it all panned out that way. 

Amy dug deep into Louis brain and came to the conclusion that Louis's self guilt was the main culprit. He blamed himself for the accident. In his mind, it was his fault she took Sasha and left that night. It was his fault she was driving. It was his fault she was upset and crying so hard. It was his fault that Eleanor couldn't concentrate while driving. It was all his fault and Louis brain only saw it that way. To deal with the pressure and anger, his mind pushed every inch of 'reality' to the furtherest part of his brain tucking it away tightly replacing it with a sense of 'imaginative alternative universe'. 
A world where both Eleanor and Sasha were still very much alive in his eyes. 

Amy worked out that Louis placed Eleanor inside a hospital in a comatose state because as much as he loved her and didn't want to let her go, he still didn't want to be with her not in an honest way. He was still very much gay. Having her alive but out of the way in his 'dreamland' was a happy medium for him. 

Sasha ...the love of his life was a different story. Sasha was the little sweet creature who kept him alive. If it wasn't for her, Louis felt he had nothing to live for. In his mind Sasha had to be 'alive' in order to keep himself from falling apart completely keeping him from doing anything stupid that his suicidal thoughts had given him. 

Harry.

Well.. Harry was Louis dream partner.

Harry was everything Louis had ever wanted in life. The hair, the dimples, the personality. The connection he craved, a soul mate if you wish.

But Harry...

Harry didn't exist.

Harry was nothing but an imaginative character Louis had built up inside his mind, in hopes of filling the void his heart had experienced from his loss.

Harry was a no-body. 

It hurt Louis when this all came to light. As he was made aware of the past memories of burying his wife and daughter, he came to peace with it all. 
But loosing Harry, someone he thought saved him, someone who he felt comfortable and safe with, was a real blow. At first he told Amy that he deserved to feel broken about Harry not being real. He didn't deserve love and most definitely didn't deserve a love so strong and pure. At some point in their conversation Louis accepted that he will be alone forever as without Harry who he felt completed him, he didn't want anyone else. 

He promised Amy to keep positive and continue therapy to which he has done. Louis returned to work last week and it was hard for him to face Niall and the others. In Louis 'dreamworld' his relationship with Niall was that of nothing but a fantasy. Niall has been with Liam all along. The whole life he thought he had been living was all that of dreams when he retired to bed after a long day's work. 

When he lost his wife and daughter Louis buried himself into so much work. He was no more than a sleeping zombie in the restuarant. He didn't socialise with anyone. He ordered people around, made sure the restuarant was functioning and drove himself into exhaustion with 16 hour days. The only time Louis felt content and somewhat happy, was when he finally fell asleep and Harry and Sasha came to 'life'. 

No-one at the restuarant had any clue about Louis little fantasy world. Everyone else's life had gone on as it always had. The only difference being Louis was quiet and sad after loosing his family. Everyone kind of just tip toed around him. 

" Liam can you come here please" 

Louis walked quickly from his office opening the door and headed straight for the dining room. 

" Louis wait up, let me catch up to you" 

Louis stopped and turned to see Liam striding towards him. 

" What's up? Are you ok? You need something?" 

Louis smiled gently. 

" For the 100th time I'm fine li, I promise. I can't say the same about tonight's food though. What's going on in the kitchen, Jack just informed me another person has returned their plate." 

Liam burrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

" I have no idea. Let me go check that out. I will find out whats happening and I'll be right back." 

As Liam proceeded off in the direction of the kitchen, Louis opened up the double doors leading into the dining room. It was a busy night tonight with almost every table booked out. The room was noisier than normal, so many conversations mixed with the sound of the piano being played. Louis eyes found Aria who was brisk walking towards him balancing an arm full of empty plates. 

" You need help?" 

" Thankyou Mr Tomlinson but it's ok I got it." 

Louis smiled and turned around with the intention of going to check on some tables but instead collied with a another body knocking shoulders as they tried to pass. 

" Oops! " the man said nervously as he rubbed his shoulder. 

" Hi" Louis responded as he froze in disbelief. 

Louis couldn't move. He could no longer speak. 

Louis in a span of micro seconds tried hard to remember if he had taken his medication this morning because his sure right now he was experiencing hallucinations, because there's no fucking way a tall muscular dark haired man with emerald green eyes was staring right back at him. Was he dreaming? Surely this wasn't real. 

Louis was drawn out of his thoughts by Liam reappearing next to him. Louis who was stunned, looked to Liam and back to the man. Liam could sense something was wrong. 

" Pierre quit, Is everything ok Louis?" Liam asked causiously. 

" Yeah um.... I just bumped into this gentlemen, to which I'm sorry by the way. " He says to the man who is now displaying his dimples. 

He extended out his arm to Louis. 

"I'm Harry by the way. Harry styles." 

As if on cue, both Louis and Liam's bottom jaw dropped wide open as Liam couldn't contain himself. 

" No fucking way!! " 

To say they were all confused was an utter understatement. 

" Do I know you from somewhere or something?" Harry asked, still not sure why both Liam and Louis looked as though they were about to pass out. 

" Not not at all. I'm Louis Tomlinson I'm the owner here and this is my best mate Liam." 

" Nice to meet you both." Harry says as another person appears beside Harry. 

" Oh my apologises this is Zayn, my boyfriend" 

You would think Louis would be mad but his not. Infact he tries really hard to contain the outpour of laughter that's trying to escape his mouth. He opts for a giggle instead which gains a questionable look from Liam. 

" You are not in the need of a chef by any chance are you?" Harry asks.

As expected, he is hired on the spot. 

****************** 

Sometimes fate likes to step in and cause some chaos, Louis realises ,as he sits down in his office chair, once again the night's events replaying over and over in his mind. He feels that some people who are destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance at precisely the right moment. He can't wipe the smile off his face because it all seems to fictional like. How's it possible that the one person he had made up and fallen in love with walked into his restuarant and bumped into him. 

One of Amy's strategies to help Louis understand his mind was to write down everything he remembered from his 'dreamland' which he has done so in explicit detail. He opens the book and reads the first line as a smirk appears. He picks up his glass and swallows the scotch whole. 

Finding a pen he writes a title on the front and laughs to himself as he opens a new page and dates it. 

Confession:

Meeting Harry taught me how to love again but most importantly I learnt that confessing your love is better than loving someone silently. Always be brave enough to let yourself heal, even when it hurts like hell. 

Step 1 : Eliminate Zayn.
 

He closes the book and runs his hand over the front cover as he is reminded about how happy he will be.

Harry is back. 
His Harry.

He knows there's a little bit of work ahead in order to make him his but there's no stopping him, not now, not ever. Not when he knows how Harry will make him feel. He doesn't understand how all this has happened or why. But what he does know is that Harry loves him, and he loves Harry and they are destined to be together, Especially when he has the help of the book in front of him. He traces his fingers along the title.

" Lou's Secret Confessions'

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A/N 

PLOT TWIST !!!

So 

I

 guess no-one was expecting that huh? Hahaha. 

Like 

I

 said, There was alot more to the story but after all the hate 

I

 recieved ( as 

explained

 on my discussion board) 

I

 had to end the story quickly. Hope it 

wasn't

 too disappointing. 

This was always going to be the ending I just didn't have enough chapters to explain it more.
 

FUN FACT : 

Months ago when I 

thought

 of this ending I was inspired by the song: 

"I knew 

I

 loved you" by Savage Garden. 

Hence the lyrics 

" I knew I loved you before I met you, 

I

 think I dreamed you into life."
 

Thankyou for taking the time to read! 

♡♡♡