The Takeover {Larry Stylinson}

HARRY'S POV

It had been a month since Louis became the new manager of Riveria, and he had taken good care of the hotel. The reviews kept on increasing ever since he took up the post of the manager. When I informed everyone that Louis would be the new manager, no one really felt bad, not even Paul. I had called him personally to my office to ask how he felt about it and he told me that he did not mind and that after everything Louis went through, he deserved that post. He also told me that he had a feeling that Louis would do well as a manager, and he was right. He had been managing Riveria like he himself was the owner.

In this month, Louis and my friendship had also grown stronger. It had taken a lot of time for me to get Louis to let his guards down around me, but it was to be expected considering everything he had gone through. I had lost my patience at times, I admit, but I made sure that it did not happen in front of Louis. I was trying too hard for him to become my friend, although I wanted to be more than just friends with him. The more I got to know him, the harder I fell for him. I was in too deep and too fast.

But along with my unbearable feelings for him, came the uncomfortable sexual tension. I was
starting to have vivid dreams about him. Just thinking about them made me blush the brightest shade of red. I was so embarrassed when I was thinking about those while I was alone, I wonder what I would do if Louis were to ever find out. Wait, what? No! I don’t want Louis to ever find out about my wild fantasies that included him. If he ever got to know, whatever progress I had made so far would go to waste and he would never even want to look at me. He would think that I was just like Presco, but I was not. Presco was using him for sex but I was in love with him.

Right now, I was looking at the hall in front of me. It was beautiful with light shining in from the windows that lined the walls. I was organizing a party for the success Riveria had achieved in just a month and I had decided that Louis would be the guest of honor. Sure, one would think that I would be the guest of honor since I was the owner of Riveria, but this one was deserved by Louis, he had been the reason for such great success so he would be the guest of honor.
Right now, I was standing in the Conference Hall of Riveria, checking as the workers carried on decorating the hall. It was a good three hours before the party started and I was going to pick Lou up from his place. We had hung out a few times, both at his place and mine. Today, I planned on telling him that I was in love with him, but I would also tell him that it was fine if he didn’t feel that way about me. And I was pretty sure that he did not feel the same about me. It was only natural.

After all the decorations were done up to my satisfaction, I went over everything once again and then went to my place to get ready. After taking a long warm shower to control my nerves, I wore a black shirt with my black skinny jeans and my brown shoes. Simple, but effective. I let my curls be just the way they were, swiped to the side. I noticed that it was just an hour left for the party to start and it took half an hour to reach Louis’s house and another fifteen minutes to reach Riveria from there. It took Louis more than half an hour to walk to Riveria so I convinced Louis to let me pick him every day for work. I got to spend more time with my lover, just that he didn’t know that side of it.

I quickly hurried off to Louis’ house and got out of my car. I knocked on Louis’ door and when the door opened, it wasn’t Louis who answered the door. It was a man with tanned skin, black hair and hazel eyes. The way he was looking at me, it seemed as if he was looking right into my soul. He seemed quite mysterious, at first glance at least.

“H-hi, I am Harry and I am here for Louis?” I stuttered out. I felt intimidated by this man. He was still giving me a hard look. I didn’t know who he was. Was he Louis’ boyfriend? But Louis never told me he had one. But then again, I didn’t know everything about his life. I tried to remember if I had ever seen him but I was sure I hadn’t. If he was Louis’ boyfriend, it hurt to even think about it, then why hadn’t he been here before, when I came over at Louis’?

“Hi. I know who you are. I am Zayn. Louis is upstairs getting ready.” The man, now known to me as Zayn, brought me out of my thoughts.

Zayn… where had I heard his name? Oh Louis had told me about his three best friends – Liam, Niall and Zayn. They were the ones that helped him out of his situation with Presco. So this was Zayn. Well he was beautiful, but I only had eyes for Louis. Louis’ friends were invited to this party too, well that explains his tuxedo.

“Oh, hi Zayn. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. Come on in. Louis will join us in a few. The rest of the lads are in here, too.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

I stepped inside and looked around. The apartment was small, with photographs of his family lining the wall above the fireplace in the living room. I walked into the living room and saw two men sitting on the beige couch. One had brown hair and brown eyes, he seemed to be mature. It seemed like he knew what was to be done and when. He looked at me and smiled.

“Hello, Mr. Styles, I am Liam, Louis’ friend.” Ah, so this was Liam, Louis’ lawyer friend, the one who had found the loophole in the contract. I like him. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have met Louis.

“Nice to meet you, Liam. Please call me Harry.” I shook his hand.

The other man has blond hair, obviously bleached, because his brown roots were visible. He had bright blue eyes that shone with happiness. Since I had already met Zayn and Liam, I assumed this was Niall.

“Hi, you must be Niall. I am Harry.” I said to him.

“Yes, nice to meet you Harry.” He replied in a thick Irish accent, while shaking my hand.

Right at that moment, I saw Louis coming down the stairs. He wasn’t wearing anything too fancy. He was wearing just the normal white dress shirt, black dress pant, black tie and black blazer with black dress shoes. But Louis made the very common formal attire look so extraordinary and unique. His blue eyes were shining bright and the way his dark long lashes caressed his cheek every time he blinked made my heart race. My eyes met his and I couldn’t help the wide smile that came over my face. At that moment it was like Louis and I were the only people in the world and no one else mattered. But I am pretty sure that I was the only one who felt that way. But I was just happy to be in love with this amazing strong blue – eyed boy.

Everything else could wait.

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