Songs: Basta Ya by The Marías and Piledriver Waltz by Arctic Monkeys

Pre-note: omg thank you so much for 54k !! i'm so sorry for the late update, i've been writing this for over a week 0-0 but i think the effort was worth it

IMPORTANT: this chapter contains a mention of suicide, not any main characters but if you can't read this chapter because if that, please message me or leave a comment and i will summarize it for you.

[thank you to the talented LouisTwinklinson for the best idea ever that will now be a major part of this story !! i couldn't find the comment but thank you :'^)]

Despite making the biggest decision of his life, Harry still felt incomplete. After choosing Louis, he expected everything to fall into place, all his past commitments to be overshadowed by his new life. He was wrong, incredibly so. Work continued, the press stationed outside the office with their cameras and microphones. Harry resorts to taking the back entrance to avoid their questioning. It's always about Louis, La Puissance, and even that author, Dakota Spade.

Harry continues going to work, he plays dumb with weak attempts to help the case. He can sense Liam is getting irritated by their lack of leads since Zayn was staying clear of his usual spots. In a way, Harry still feels guilty. He gets the honour of indulging in Louis while his normal life remains a second course. He feels like he's just taking and taking, soaking up all that is offered without sparing a thought for giving back. Soon, he'll be an agent by day and a Don-trainee once the sun sets.

Today was uneventful, yet another day without Louis since the Donna was busy with his "new era" plans and Harry spent his hours listening to Liam defend his tactics about capturing La Reine's consigliere. He's witnessed many of Liam's fits of rage, though now he's much more wary of the man and his short temper. Huddled in his armchair in his bedroom, Harry is in the middle of reading a book when his phone rings. He smiles when seeing the contact name and answers with a swift, "Hello, Foxglove."

"Will you be coming for dinner?" Louis asks, in lieu of a greeting. 

Harry holds the phone to his ear, "I'm invited?"

"Why wouldn't you be?" Louis shoots back, voice creamy. "You'll be meeting them soon for training and it's best to get a head start."

Of course, choosing Louis would be choosing his mafia, his family. Harry was going to be a part of that family soon, he was going to be their Don and here he was, nearly quivering with the thought of it. He could almost feel the intimidation that awaited him. All because he was unfit for the title of Don—but Harry was going to push aside his fear and do everything it takes to earn that name. "Oh," Harry gulps, "I-I guess so?"

"Are you nervous?" Louis' tone falls soft with his gentle accent.

Harry looks around his bedroom, those lonely messy sheets and wrinkled pillowcases. The white walls washed in the dull light from his lamp, illuminating the pages of the novel in his hand. He was planning on taking an early night in, he needed all the sleep he could manage if they were going to start training soon. He was unaware of what would welcome him beyond the doors of the mansion.

"I don't want to make it seem like I'm scared."

"But you are," Louis concluded, "and that's expected. You're moving from one side of the spectrum to the other, the uneasiness must be eating you alive."

Harry sighs, slipping the bookmark in the crook of the pages and placing the book on the shelf. "It is. Any advice to ease my nerves?"

"Meeting me for dinner may provide you with some relief," Louis says with a hint of amusement. "I'll send you the address."

Harry cracks a small grin, "Alright, Foxglove. Anything for you."

The address ends up being another club across the city, The Gallery. The music is booming and bouncing off the walls, people dance and move as one while Harry tries to weave between their sweaty bodies. He reaches the back of the club, a burly man standing guard with his arms crossed. He glances at Harry's attire. Harry foolishly thought Louis would book a dinner in an expensive restaurant and that was what Harry dressed for. His beige dress pants with red and green plaid were unfit for a club setting. Furthering his embarrassment was his deep orange sweater over a cream button-up with red stripes.

Harry's Outfit: Marni and Gucci (credit to the owner for the photo)

The man quirks a brow, lips sealed shut.

"I'm here for," Harry leans close, "La Reine."

The man lowers his eyes, still not speaking.

Harry looks down at his shiny black boots with gold detailing. "We have dinner plans, I'm his date tonight," Harry explains awkwardly over the raving music and loud bass.

Then, a woman with platinum hair in a buzzcut appears at the end of the hall and stomps over. She whispers harshly in the guard's ear and then, the large man is stepping aside. Harry takes that as his cue to pass. The woman scans him up and down, in a similar manner as the guard and beckons him to follow.

"Hey, thanks for that. I thought Louis would've told him I was coming." His long legs aid in keeping up with her fast-paced steps.

Her purple-stained lips quirk in a smirk. "The fact that you can call him that is astounding." She whistles lowly. "I almost forgot he has a real name."

Harry hums, a little smug since he got the privilege to call Louis by his name, something so simple yet grand. They enter a room guarded by two men. The room is huge with high ceilings with concrete floors and walls. A minimalist style with blackout curtains and a lounge area across from a modern kitchen. There were many people in the room, all wearing black or navy blue and all of their eyes shooting to Harry as he stepped through the door. The weight of their gazes was enough for him to anxiously twist his rings.

"You're a sneaky one, calling backup and all that." The woman cocks her hip, gesturing around the room. "You sent all of us on the run."

"Oh," Harry clears his throat awkwardly, he makes eye contact with all of them. "Sorry about that, by the way." He apologizes to the figures clad in black and leather.

"It's not the first time we've been busted and got away, but definitely the first time Ma Reine was taken into custody." She has a heavy American twang in her words. "I'll admit it, you played your cards right, well done." She commends.

"Louis let me catch him."

"Oh, of course, he did. But don't let him take all the credit, you deserve some praise as well. I'm Angeline, by the way." She holds out a tattooed hand.

Harry shakes her hand, "I'm—"

"Harry Styles, FBI Agent, the previous owner of an ugly grey Mazda CX-3." Angeline crosses her arms, "I was honoured to leave that piece of crap at the junkyard."

Harry stutters. "I... My car was not crap." He frowns. "It fit perfectly with my lifestyle."

"Yeah, if you're a middle-aged yoga dad with two kids and a cheating spouse."

Harry makes a sound as if he were punched, he blinks many times, "Now, that's no way to talk to your future Don." A French accent interrupts.

The Donna is stunning as always. A bright red shiny trench coat overtop a tight black dress that dips low to expose his prominent collarbones. Louis' feet are in a pair of clean red pumps, the heel bearing a diamond-studded skull. His sandy brown hair neatly combed across his forehead with a pair of black sunglasses among the strands.

Louis' Outfit: Kirin Peggy Gou, Thierry Mugler, Miu Miu, and Philipp Plein.

[Edit: my cousin just did a global campaign for Philipp Plein :'^) ]

Harry immediately crowds him, wrapping Louis in his arms and breathing in his familiar spicy smell. He missed him dearly, even though they saw each other just days before. Louis has been too busy for Harry's liking, though the Donna would argue they both have plenty on their plates.

"Well, hello there." Louis laughs into Harry's skin, his stiletto nails scratching at the nape of his neck. "I see you have met Angeline, she is filling in for Zayn while he's away."

"Where is he?" Harry asks though he's more interested in nosing at Louis' hair.

"Paris. We figured he'd be safer over there than here with agents hunting him down."

"That's for the best, agents are persistent." Harry murmurs.

"I wholeheartedly agree, darling." The Donna's tone is airy.

"I thought that I would be seeing you a lot more," Harry pouts, pulling away. He sneaks a glance at Louis' red-painted lips, desperate to kiss him. "Since I... you know."

"My life doesn't offer me a break, I'm sorry I'm depriving you of attention, daddy." The white lights of the room reflect in Louis' blue eyes.

"It's fine," Harry shrugs, lying to himself and to Louis. Anyone would agree on how obsessed Harry was with Louis, it was immense at times. He was practically kissing the ground the man walked on. "As long as I can spend the night with you."

Louis' cheeks tint pink. "Spend the night?"

Harry blinks, "I mean, you can come over and we'll watch a movie?"

"Hm, is that all you want to do with me?"

Definitely not. Harry's mind is taken over by Louis' blissed-out face, slack jaw and his whispy moans. He felt like a hormone-driven teenage boy again. "I don't know..."

"I appreciate you trying to preserve my innocence, but purity should be the last thing you associate with me," Louis smirks, eyelashes fluttering. "If you've successfully wooed me by the end of the night, you're in for more than a movie, daddy."

Harry's mouth almost waters, he grips Louis' waist a little tighter. "Care to share what I'll be earning?"

Louis tilts his head, one of his hands tug on Harry's collar. "A special treat that you've been very patient for."

This conversation wasn't fit for the presence of the rest of the family, Harry knows that much. Louis takes his hand, leading him to a door in the corner that was guarded like every entrance and exit seemed to be. The woman opens the door with a short bow and Harry is lead into a private office. The walls were a deep blue complimented by the sterling white furniture. A large desk in the middle, two chairs opposite of a taller one. Many paintings on three of the four walls and several engravings in the ceiling of flowers and nude bodies. Louis had a particular taste in art.

Aside from the eye-catching displays, the wall by the door was a direct window into the lounge room. A two-way mirror for the purpose of Louis keeping an eye on his members. The Donna takes Harry to the small bar in the corner of the room. His heels click off the concrete floor, long coat swaying with each step. Harry is mesmerized by the time he sits on the stool.

"How was work?" Louis inquires, after fixing them glasses of a fancy bottle of wine. "Find any leads?"

Harry's gaze flickers to the several men and women in the next room. The music from the club was just a whisper in the air. At that moment, it felt like two worlds colliding, Harry's work and his future. It conjured up that nervousness that Harry forgot about.

"No leads," Harry says stiffly, "You're good at covering your tracks."

"Thank you," A small dimple appears in Louis' cheek. "Though I believe in different circumstances, you would find me with little to no trouble. Your motivation drives you, that's one of the qualities I most admire about you."

Harry perks up, blindly taking the drink on the counter. He gulps it down, barely wincing at the burn down his throat. "What else do you admire about me?"

The diamond on Louis' cheek catches the light, "You're determined and your commitment is quite flattering. You have this charming aura to you, it's a lovely break from my strict character." He trails off. "I think I also admire your fear."

"My fear?"

"That little," Louis smirks, "coward inside of you. That cautious voice in your head that warns you. That weak mouse inside of you, mon chat. I may adore him the most."

"Why?"

"Well, in the sense that I'm tearing him apart to make room for the new you. Then I love him all the same." Louis drinks from his glass. "Without him, this ride could put me to sleep, and not by satisfaction."

Louis spoke in riddles and said things that could make Harry ponder for hours. Harry would shamelessly listen to him talk for the rest of his life, everything Louis said was a masterpiece itself. It should be auctioned off for billions of dollars.

"Your devotion to me is the fuel to your rebirth." Louis' blue eyes glimmer like a swimming pool. "With that, breaks free the savage inside of you, Mr. Styles." The Donna tags on the name and moves to the stool next to Harry, "Of course, that is how I perceive you. You may think differently... I'm curious, do you think that I bring out that wild side of you?"

Harry takes another sip of the wine to distract himself from his obscene thoughts. "You know you do." Harry has gotten off that one incident in the hotel suite every day since then. Louis brought not only sexual pleasure but a taste of liberty that Harry didn't know he craved. Opening the door to new experiences and self-discovery.

"It makes me feel accomplished. Tempting a tamed man to the point of no return." Louis' nails trail over Harry's thigh, "Until he has no choice but to fall into my hands," His hand ghosts higher, barely reaching the ever-present bulge in Harry's pants, "which is exactly where he belongs."

Harry almost throws his head back. Louis' touch combined with his sultry voice could be the end of him. He couldn't wait for them to indulge in each other's bodies, Harry expects it to feel like heaven on earth.

"I can sense the unpleasant conflicts that await us, so we'll make a deal." Louis' tone has Harry blinking up at him. "If we get caught, I don't want there to be any loose ends—if you are arrested, I'll give you one last choice. A prolonged period of time my world may scare you away and you'll change your mind."

Harry's face twists in confusion and anger. "Why would I choose something that isn't you?"

"Why would you still choose me after you've seen every part of me?" Louis shoots back. "The dark and merciless side, the vulnerable and weak side. There are plenty more left to uncover and you have no clue what you're in for."

"Foxglove," Harry starts.

"If you get caught and are taken away, you can choose one last time. Your life—"

"You are my life—I mean," Harry fumbles, "I care about you, quite a lot actually."

Louis smiles, "You may decide between me and your old life. One last time, after you've experienced me and all I have to offer."

Harry stands, taking a few steps away and runs a hand through his hair. "And if I choose you?"

"I'll send someone to check on you, a messenger." Louis follows Harry after abandoning his empty glass at the bar. The Donna grabs Harry's jaw, bringing him close. "I don't mean to scare you even more than already you are, I just want to be careful. I've seen it all, the life I live isn't fit for everyone. I've witnessed how it can ruin someone entirely and I don't want that to happen to you." Louis gaze flickers between Harry's deep green eyes and his plump lips. "You're too good and I fear your humanity will get poisoned by me."

Harry leans down, brushing his lips on Louis', their breaths mixing. "We'll see if I'm immune then." He brings them together with a hand on the back of Louis' head. He takes the Donna's lips by a gentle storm, moving his lips slowly and tasting Louis. There's already a heat building in his chest, lust and want were overwhelming his heart. Louis and Harry move effortlessly, eyes slipping shut as Harry's hands drop on Louis' waist. He tugs him closer, kissing him harder and licking his lips.

The temperature was rising, and Louis pulls away despite Harry chasing his lips. "I've been thinking," Louis reaches up and rubs some lipstick off Harry's face, "You don't know much about me."

"I don't know anything about you," Harry corrects, still a little faded from the kiss. "Will you be changing that?"

"Possibly. As time goes on, you'll peel back the layers and know it all." Louis answers. "Though, tonight you will have the opportunity to feed your curiosity. I will answer one question for each article of clothing you take off."

Harry is definitely interested in that trade. He's sure Louis sees the fascination in his features, but just to make sure that Louis understands how gone Harry is, he kisses him again without a care for his lipstick.

Since things began to get too intense, Louis suggests they go to Harry's apartment. A quiet space for the invitation of anything to happen. They leave Louis' office hand-in-hand. Then, a young man with brown hair appears. He bows curtly as Harry stands stiffly. "Monsieur Harry, would you like me to get your car for you?"

"What?"

"Your car?" The man repeats. "I can drive it to the backdoor for you, so you'll avoid the club goers."

"No, I mean what did you call me?" Harry's eyes are wide.

"Monsieur Harry?"

"Jacob, here." Louis interrupts, dropping Harry's keys into the man's hand. "Please bring it around back, I'll be leaving with him."

The man leaves with another bow, and Harry lets Louis drag him to the back exit. Once they're in the privacy of the hallway, Harry turns to Louis with a pout. "How did you get my keys?"

"You tend to get a little dazed when we kiss, I assume you didn't know I grabbed this either?" Louis reaches into his pocket, pulling out Harry's bulky leather wallet. The Donna tsks, "You'll need to work on staying aware even when pleasure is in play."

"You take over my senses, Foxglove," Harry says in defence.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Louis hums. "Well, you should. Being senseless isn't Don material, daddy." With that, Louis leaves through the heavy metal door.

They get into Harry's car, the cool leather welcomes them. Harry is driving down the dark streets of Los Angeles, passing people, cafes and stores, and looks at Louis out of the corner of his eye. He could never be grateful enough for all he's done to land him here, with the man who is the embodiment of Harry's dreams and desires, the dark and the light. Louis was everything.

They reach Harry's apartment and Harry was itching the moment he opens his door. He switches on the lights and turns to Louis, watching him scan over the living room. The Donna toes off his heels, standing a few inches shorter now. "Very you," Louis taps at the counter that goes into the kitchen, "Calm, cozy and warm."

Harry unzips his boots, leaning on the wall. "It's not as extravagant as your taste."

"It's perfect, Harry." Louis saunters to him. "Will you show me the rest, your bedroom perhaps?"

A moment later, Harry's sock-clad feet lead them down the hall. He opens the door and turns on the light. Louis walks in with curious eyes as he observes the bedroom. He looks over the clean dresser and the made bed, tilting his head at the various picture frames around the room.

This was the kind of intimacy that was easily overlooked. Revealing something as elementary as a bedroom, a place where comfort meets personality, a nest of sorts. One could know a lot about someone depending on their bedroom. Whether it was cluttered and disorganized or tidy and well-kept. The evidence of a person scrawled on the walls and the furniture. Clues are hidden in plain sight where only the observant can decode.

Harry sits on his bed, twiddling his thumbs. "Have you told anyone about us? I mean, outside of your family." He asks quietly.

Louis slips off his jacket, laying it out on the armchair in the corner. He touches the spines of the books on the shelves. "This whole thing is new to you, so I can't expect you to already know."

"Know what?"

"You have quite the advantage here." Louis takes out a book, flipping through the pages. "You are training for your role. Others, when joining would climb their way up the ladder, understanding how each level functions by working in it before feeling fulfilled. They would grow and internalize skills on that journey."

Louis snaps the book closed, sliding it back into place and moving across the room to Harry's desk. He browses through the papers. "You, on the other hand, are starting at the top of that ladder and all you have to do is maintain your balance. I was born into my role, and you were not," the Donna says, "but by the time we're done, you'll feel like it was your sole purpose." He opens the drawer, bending over to look through the contents. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and turns to Harry. "I didn't know you smoked."

"Did you really?" Harry glares lightly, not believing him at all.

"Anymore." Louis clarifies. "I thought you quit."

"I did." Harry purses his lips.

Louis opens the box. "So why are some missing?"

"I only smoke when I'm stressed."

"Well, you were very stressed these past few days." Louis gestures to the ashtray by the window. "I'm actually working on quitting myself, I figured cigarette breath isn't as sexy as it sounds."

Harry pats his thighs, "Enough stalling, doll. What about our little trading system, hm?"

"Fine," Louis leans on the desk. "What will you taking off, daddy?"

"Wait," Harry reaches behind his back and into the waistband of his pants. He flashes Louis a small grin and holds up his hand, revealing a shiny handgun.

"Coming armed even when you're meeting me?"

"I learned from my mistakes." Harry stands, stripping off his orange sweater. "What were your parents like?"

"My father was Italian and my mother was French. Salvatore Ambrosiano and Adelene Manieu." Louis answers, "My father was the son of Agro Ambrosiano, one of the finding fathers. My father was the man who taught me everything I know. My mother balanced the business with family relations. They called me La Princesse when I was growing up."

"The Ambrosiano family was just your grandfather's time of leadership?" Harry unbuttons his shirt, taking it off swiftly.

"In a way, yes. When my father met my mother, she had already had Zayn from a previous marriage. My father was in love and happy, he thought he met the love of his life, treated Zayn like his own and chose to change it to La Puissance." Louis smiles softly. "It was a tribute to Paris."

Harry slips off his tank top. "What's your full name?"

"Louis William Manieu. After my mother died, I wanted to honour her and my father agreed. Then he died and I just never bothered changing it again."

Harry freezes, hands on the belt of his pants. He wanted to ask about Louis' parents and dig deep into his childhood, though he could already see the discomfort on the Donna's face but he had questions that needed answers. "Do you mind me asking how they..."

Louis sits on the desk, feet dangling. "If you take those off." His tone holds that hesitation as he nods at Harry's beige pants. Then, Harry unbuckles the belt and unzips his pants. They slide down his legs, leaving him nearly nude in the middle of his bedroom. The warm air hits his skin. The Donna's eyes inspect Harry's broad figure, to every muscle and curve.

"My mother died in a house fire." Louis' shoulders are tense. "My father had taken us out with him. That was my first time holding a gun, we were at a warehouse, a training facility. My father got a call about the fire department showing up at our house. Everyone in that house died, my mother included. We ended up moving to Los Angeles, my father continued to build his empire but I was so young and hurting, I had to clue what he did behind closed doors when he was alone."

Louis' voice falls soft. "My father shot himself when I was eighteen. His body was discovered by my uncle, Leopoldo, you've met him. Leo one of my oldest relatives and the twins are a close second."

Harry's throat tightens, he goes to Louis. He wraps his arms around the Donna, words couldn't amount to the sympathy coursing through Harry's veins. He breathes Louis' smell, rubbing his face in his neck. "I'm sorry, Foxglove." He manages to get out. "I'm so sorry. Thank you for telling me."

"It's fine," Louis whispers, fingers tracing down Harry's spine. "Everyone has dark times and books a room in the heartbreak hotel, correct?"

Harry could agree, but 'dark' was an unfitting term. Louis went through hell and despair, losing both parents and having to carry on a legacy. He had to grow up and push away those last teenage years in favour of his empire. Harry keeps Louis in his arms until he's pushed away.

"Enough of that," Louis' eyes are glassy. "Next question, darling?"

Harry bends down, taking off one sock. "What's that for?" He nods at Louis' cheek. "The tattoo and the diamond."

"That's two questions."

Harry takes off his other sock, tossing both to the ground.

Louis' hands are clasped on his lap. "The diamond is for my family, to show the eternal connection we share. Blood-related or by La Puissance, dead or alive, we are indefinitely united. The tattoo is for my brother."

"Oh," Harry nods slowly. "Is it matching? I haven't seen Zayn's tattoo."

Louis looks away, long lashes fluttering. "Not Zayn, it's for my other brother."

Harry's posture goes rigid, he observes Louis breathe deeply through his nose. "I thought that a teardrop tattoo signified murder."

"It also symbolizes loss." Louis looks back at Harry, eyes glazed over. "In my case, it means both." He says. "I know you must think I followed in my father's footsteps after he passed. But I wasn't the eldest child. My brother, Sohan, was and he was already training to be Don and was appointed after my father's death."

"And power is hard to control, it passes an enormous weight on someone's shoulders, could almost break your legs. Sohan wasn't strong enough to withstand the force power, and he let it take over him. He fed into the money and the drugs, and he let it lead his life. Without his hands on the wheel, he didn't care for his responsibilities and I couldn't watch my father's, my family's kingdom crash and burn."

Harry keeps his feet planted to the floor. He knew Louis had killed people and many people have died at his hand, but this was different.

"I think you can infer what I did." Louis tips his chin up. "I spilt Sohan's blood, my own blood to protect what was gifted to him. But I lost him before he died, the day he was crowned Don, he was no longer my brother or my family." His lips wobbles. "I tried to hide it all, everything he did and his entire existence. I couldn't bear the realization that I had chosen a legacy over my own flesh." Louis' voice was shaking now. "Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him and he was begging me to stop, he was pleading, and I didn't listen."

Harry places a hand on Louis' knee, "you don't have to answer any more questions. It's okay." He keeps his volume soft, reaching to wipe the stray tear on Louis' cheek. "Foxglove, let's go lay down."

"I kept it under wraps but word got out and people know," Louis' jaw was clenched tight, his hands trembling. "If everyone finds out, my life will be destroyed. Weaknesses are exploited and mine will be sold to the highest bidder."

"You can relax, Foxglove." Harry frees Louis' bottom lip with his thumb, he can see the amount of strength it took to keep Louis' feelings intact. At that moment, the Donna needed to release it before it became too much. "Let go for me." Those walls of Louis' character were getting in the way of his healing, Harry needed to break them down.

"I need to be in control." Louis' chest puffs.

"You will be," Harry takes him towards the bed, "I'll ask you before I do anything, your word goes goes above all. May I, uh, take this off of you? You'll be more comfortable without it."

Louis bites his tongue, nodding. Harry proceeds to unzip his dress, fingers tracing down his spine until he reaches the end. He slowly slips the dress off Louis' shoulders and as it falls to his feet, the Donna is standing in a pair of red lace panties. Harry gulps, pressing a kiss to Louis' shoulder. "Would you like something of mine to wear?"

"Give me a shirt." Louis almost stutters, which adds onto the list of firsts for today, at the top was Harry uncovering his past and his family, then it was Louis crying, and now this. "A soft one."

"Of course." Harry kisses his other shoulder before going to his closet. He returns with a clean peach button-up that wears his embroidered last name. He helps dress Louis, then tucks them into his bed. Doing his best to tend to every one of Louis' needs, he retrieves a glass of water and a small packet of crackers from the kitchen in case Louis gets thirsty or hungry. Harry wraps Louis in his arms, spooning him from behind and nuzzling into his shoulder. Every time Louis would move, Harry would move with him, keeping skin to skin contact.

It wasn't a complete shock. Harry assumed Louis had a rough childhood, but nothing like this. Not with the death of both his parents and his brother's blood on his hands. It was almost constricting, the mere thought of Louis experiencing trauma that bruised so deep. Harry nearly felt wounded just by hearing about it. He even felt a little guilty but it was for the better. Intimacy stemmed from vulnerability and structure. Tonight when Louis revealed his past, it built the foundation for the rest of their relationship. It was sturdy and going well, hopefully, construction would proceed as planned. Harry was going to put all his blood and sweat into Louis and maintaining their connection. Regardless of anything, Louis will come first.

Harry could only wish the night had gone differently, but this was for the best. He and Louis were closer now. He got to witness the Donna in a vulnerable state, and comfort him the best he could. He had enough of the riddles and teasing, he managed to crack Louis open tonight but at the cost of Louis' tears. He got answers to his questions and that was all he could ever want, no cloud of the unknown ghosting over his head, now the sky was blue and it was the blue of Louis' eyes. Harry falls asleep like that, nestled in the warmth of Louis in his bedroom.

Harry wakes up to his buzzer going off by the door. He's surprised to see Louis curled up next to him and reaches to touch the Donna, as if he'll disappear. The buzzer goes off again and Louis shifts, rolling over with messy hair but his eyes remain shut. Harry rushes to the front door, answering with a raspy, "Hello?"

"Mr. Styles? This is Dakota Spade, my apologies for showing up unannounced and invading your privacy but I have a flight tonight and won't be back in Los Angeles for a few weeks." A voice replies. "I'm writing a book on La Puissance, and you wondrously arrested La Reine. I would love nothing more than the honour to interview you, what do you say?"

NOTE: wow !! i hope you enjoyed this chapter !! we're dipping into Louis' character even deeper and i'm pleased :^) thoughts ?