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"John, how often do I have to tell you, we won't continue working with them. They aren't successful enough. Please end the contract. Now," Louis groans into the phone. He holds his hand up for his secretary, telling her to wait a little more.

Sarah just smiles understanding, placing the cup of tea on his table and Louis nods politely.

"No. That won't help. I've already went through the numbers and my decision is final. The contract with them won't be continued. Now, John, I need to apologise myself. I still have a lot of work to do. I already have a new idea and it seems to be working just fine by now," Louis says quickly into the speaker of his phone, before reaching out for his cup of tea and nips on it.

It's perfect, just as always. One cube of sugar and no milk at all. Louis hates when his tea isn't perfect.

"Yeah, alright. I'll tell them and won't send them a new contract." With that John ends the call.

Louis sights, putting the phone back to his charger. Maybe he should start looking for a new manager. John is starting to be more and more against Louis' decisions even though he should know by now that eberything, seriously everything, Louis does is good for his copany.

He knows what would be wrong, before he does the mistaces. That's incredibly important for a businessman and Louis is handling it perfectly.

"Mr. Tomlinson, the two Warner's brothers are here to discuss the new project you have going on," Louis' secretary says, after knocking on the door three times.

"Of course, let them in," the blue eyed boy nods, pushing a few papers on his desk aside and pulling out new ones.

-

Louis stands up from his desk after looking on the clock hanging right above his door and deciding that it's time to go back home. He pushes his big chair under his desk and turns around to look out of the big windows.

At this time the city always looks breathtaking. The sunset is already over and the lights of the city are shining, making everything look like it's all a big light show. Louis loves this sight. The big building as much as the small taxis down on the busy streets.

He then goes out of his office and closes the door behind him, thanking Sarah as she hands him his jaket.

"Have a nice sleep, Mr. Tomlinson, and see you on monday." She nods and smiles at him.

"You too, Sarah."

He takes the elevator and when he arrives in the parking lot at the very bottom of his tall building, he goes over to his fancy car. He fiddles the keys from his porsche cayman out and unlocks it, before climbing in the driverseat and closing the door behind him. He starts it and drives to the exit, rolling his window down to open the door of the garage. He then gets out of it and quickly closes the window as the cold winter air blows him in his face.

The twenty-seven year old man turns the radio on as he makes his way home slowly, the traffic making it difficult to drive in a normal pace.

Louis hums quietly to himself as he parks his car in his own parking lot, before he gets out of it and unlocks the doors to his house to get in the safe warmth called home.

The man hangs his jacket on on the holder next to his door and slips off his shoes, placing them right under his jacket.

He feels his stomach grumble and walks into the kitchen to make himself some nice dinner. Today was eventful and really exhausting. He wrote a long and informatif letter to one of his most important clients and then went out to check on his trainee who always seems to be in trouble. At least he's making Louis' job a little more intresting. But then he had a long discussion with John about a partner who make more loss in money than they gain it. Then the two Warner's brothers came over to clear a few things about the new contract and it was way longer than Louis thought it would. At the end he was too late for the important meeting at the end of the day. It turned out not to be as important as Louis thought, so he actually didn't miss anything, but it just was a little annoying.

All in all, the day has had nice results, but it was stressful anyways and Louis is too tired too cook properly now.

He just heats up the noodles and sauce he made yesterday, not really caring that they don't taste that good anymore. Then, Louis sits down at the kitchen table, loosening his tie a little and pulling off his jacket and throwing it over the chair next to him.

He eats quickly, but not too fast. His eyes are already falling shut and it's only about eight o'clock in the evening. He really needs to stop working earlier, but it's not like he has to do anything. He could see his family and little sisters once again, but then he'd rather take off a few days and visit properly. And he's just been in Doncaster a few weeks ago anyways.

What Louis needs is a boyfriend, really.

He needs someone who knows him as good as he knows himself and who likes to cook for him, waiting for Louis to come home. He needs someone who loves to cuddle and respects Louis' work and his relationship with it. Louis needs someone to let him take care of.

There's a little problem though. He needs to be in charge, always does. He likes to be dominant and have his boyfriend obey him all the time. It's not easy to find someone you love and is willing to do that both.

Another bumb in the road to add is that he barely has any freetime, because his work takes all of it and it's not like Louis doesn't want to be there. He just needs someone to be a reason to come home earlier.

The man puts the empty dishes in the sink and then takes his jacket from the chair to walk into his bedroom. He puts it over the chair, before stripping down to only his shirt and boxers and going to his bathroom where he brushes his teeth and washes his face. When that's done, he comes back to his room where he lays down on his bed.

As soon as his head hits the pillow he's out and dreaming about some business partners who have huge debts.

-

"Mr. Tomlinson! Nice to see you again. What can I help you with today?" He is greeted by one of the cashiers in the small shop down the road.

"Oh, nothing special. I was just looking for something to make my apartment look a little more comfortable. I was thinking about new curtains or a carpet. Both in a beige colour, that would be perfect," Louis smiles politely, his eyes still halway closed thanks to the lack of sleep.

He's so tired.

"Great. Just follow me, Mr." The young man gestures him to come after him as he walks into the back of the cozy shop. It sells all kind of furniture and things to make your home looks nicer, like decorations. Louis likes the store, he goes there often because of its nice workers and the quality of the things there.

The are nothing like the things big concerns are selling, who are trying to make as much money as possible. Of course the things here aren't all that cheap, but it's not like Louis has to be careful spending his money.

"Here are some nice fabrics for curtains, Mr. Tomlinson." The boy hands Louis small squares of beige fabrics. "They all have a small difference, like this one is a little thinner and the light isn't really stopped by it. This one is thicker, but when you have big windows it let's the whole room look quiet uncomfortable because it's so dark."

Louis nods, letting the new informations sink in as the man explains him the good and bad things about each fabric.

"What about blinds and the thin curtains?" Louis asks. "I quite like the colour of them."

"Yeah, that'd be a nice idea. What colour would you want for the blinds?"

"Just a simple black. Nothing special," Louis explains him and the man nods, leading Louis a few meters away to the different blinds.

"We have this one." He points to one. "You can move it up and down like this and then we have this other one, which you are able to move with this strand here. I personally prefer the first one, because it's a little easier to move and you can just have it down with the upper part of the window opened. The other blinds can't do that." Louis listenes to the man, nodding slowly and humming.

"Sounds fine. I'll take that one."

When Louis exits the shop, he has his address written down and the things he just bought will be delivered later that day. Louis puts his hands in his jacket pockets, shivering when he meets the cold winter air.

It's so cold outside, Louis feels awake now and doesn't even yawn as he makes his way back to his house. The air that comes out of his mouth is puffing out like smoke and he chuckles quietly, blowing more air out.

He doesn't realise that someone in front of him is running in the opposite direction as him, until said someone is bumping into him. He immediately stumbles back and tries to get a grip on something, so the first logical thing that comes into Louis' mind is to hold onto the stranger's shoulders, which. The boy falls right on top of him.

"Ough!" Louis feels shudders through all of his body and it's not because he just collided with the cold groud, but because of the deep, deep, deep voice. "I am so sorry, sir!"

He stands up and holds a hand out for Louis to take. Louis does gratefully and a second later is standing chest to chest in front of this boy. He looks up, realising he is taller than him, even though his presence is small and so fragile.

His cheeks are tinted a light pink colour and Louis doesn't know if it's because he is blushing or because of the weather. It's cute anyways. He has goergous eyes that hold a little of fear and insecurity as if Louis would be mad at him for making both of them fall. It wasn't even only his fault.

The boy looks no older than twenty, with his long curls framing his cheeks and his pink lips parting slightly as he looks down to study Louis' face just as he does with him.

"It's completely fine, love."

Shit. He didn't mean to call him that. It just slipped out of his mouth accidentally. But, by then Louis doesn't actually regret the nickname, considering the boy's cheeks heat up even more.

"I- I gotta go. Sorry," he then gets as an answer and the next second Louis is left alone in the cold streets of London, turning around to see the boy run away from him.

And he doesn't even know his name.

-

When Louis has finished putting the curtains up in front of his windows, he puts his hands proudly on his waist, looking around. His living room looks way lighter now and he decided to only have the blinds with light blue coloured curtains in his bedroom and wiht the same beige as in the living room in the bathroom.

In his living room is placed a new, big and soft carpet in the same colour as his curtains, his big dark gray couch behind it, matching the shelves at the wall where a big flat screen and some books are standing. The table on top of the carpet has the same black as the table in his kitchen, that is located behind the big counter there.

The cupboards in the kitchen have a nice white colour, which doesn't look too bright and clean to make your eyes hurt. The counter is dark grey as the couch in the living room and the two rooms are opened and go together as one big room. The windows with the new curtains are huge, taking one whole wall in and with the wooden floor they make the whole room look lit up and cozy.

To make the room look a little more home-y Louis has bought a picture for his wall and is currently working on a collage of picutes he took with his sisters and mum and a few old friends. He also has some nice and colourful cushions placed on his black couch, which have all different styles.

All in all, Louis finds that his house looks quite comfortable. It's important for him to feel safe in his own home and even though he is probably more often art work than in his apartment, he likes to feel comfortable there.