Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.
It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
- Part 1 of PA
Harry’s bored. Harry’s been bored for the past hour. He doesn’t want to watch telly, or surf the internet, or read a book, or cook, or go outside. He knows what he wants to do, but Louis is being stubborn.
“Pouting isn’t going to help your case any, you know,” Louis remarks. He leans forward, rests his elbows on his knees and taps a few keys on his laptop. The stretch of muscles in his back is downright obscene. He shouldn’t be allowed to look like that and then ignore Harry for hours on end.
Sequel to Up To No Good
- Part 2 of PA
It’s not until the third attempt goes terribly, horribly wrong that Harry realizes Louis is doing it on purpose.
All he can do is sit back in his chair, narrow his eyes, and watch as Louis pats the waiter on the back pseudo-helpfully, pretending like he’s actually doing something that makes up for the fact that he just deliberately tripped a waiter at one of the poshest restaurants in London and caused pasta to be spilled all over the place better. Like a pat on the back could make all of that better.
Ten minutes later, they exit the restaurant with absolutely no grace. Harry lets Louis tug him along, shielding him from the worst of the paps, but he doesn’t let up on the glare he’s got going on, directed at Louis’ back.
The gossip rags will all be screaming with headlines about how they’ve finally broken up for good, but it doesn’t matter right now.
- Part 3 of PA