"Finally we can go home. This day has been lasting forever." Zayn rolls his eyes, packing his stuff.

"Can't believe Jane from reception tried to flirt with me. I thought it was general knowledge that I'm gay. Also, if I got a dollar for every person that brought me coffee today."

"You're superstar now, Lou." Zayn ruffles Louis' hair and the two of them take the lift down, accompanied by some people from the upper floors. Two girls start whispering, staring at Louis and it makes him feel uncomfortable. God, can people just leave him the fuck alone? He is still the same annoying dick as before. They need to chill.

"Take a picture, will last longer." Louis snaps, rolling his eyes. What happens next though is something he didn't expect. One of the girls actually takes out her phone and turns around so Louis is on the background of her selfie.

"Fuck off!" Louis curses. He turns around and Zayn shields him.

"Girls, aren't you too young to be here? What are you doing?" A guy with brown hair, quite tall speaks to the girls. Louis has seen him walking around a few times but he has never spoken to him.

"We heard Louis worked here." One of them says. "And we wanted to meet him. He is the next big deal!"

"But this is his working place, that's serious. You shouldn't follow him at work." The guy scolds them carefully. "I get that you want to meet him, I think he is pretty cool too but you know what's really cool as well?"

Both girls look at the guy and shake their heads.

"Consent and privacy." The boy smiles. "And right now you are invading his privacy."

"Sorry, Louis." The girl with the phone says. "I Just think you're very cool. Taylor is my favorite singer."

The elevator is down and Louis, Zayn, the random boy and 2 girls walk out.

"It's alright, it has been a very busy day. I'm sorry I snapped at the two of you, I'm not used to people wanting my picture. Go ahead then, Zayn can you snap a picture with me and those two?"

Zayn nods and he takes over the girl's Iphone with a pink glittery case. The picture is taken and Louis waves at the girls.

"Thanks by the way!" Louis says to the guy. "I'm not used to this kind of attention and I got quite the temper."

"I noticed." The guy nods. "I'm Liam, Liam Payne. I just finished my law studies."

"Louis, this is Zayn." Louis introduces the two of them. "And wow, law you must be pretty smart."

"Not wanting to brag but I got a few diplomas; law, business, marketing and management,..."

"So you're a walking library or something." Zayn jokes. "That's sick mate, you are like super smart."

"Yes, yes I am. That's why I came here to offer my services."

"Offer your services?" Louis raises his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Louis Tomlinson, you are the lucky person that I would like to manage. So, we can schedule a meeting with-"

"Wowowowowowow." Louis stops the guy. "I don't need a manager, Liam for fuck's sake." He rolls his eyes. "Don't think you can get money out of me."

"But you do need a manager, Louis." The guys says. "You have fans, are surrounded by the big stars and before you know you are one of them! Then you need someone to support you and here I am, offering my services."

"Thanks but no." Louis shakes his head. "I really don't need a manager. This thing will fly over before you know and people forget who I am. I really have to go now anyway."

Louis turns around, grabbing Zayn's arm and he tries to walk away as fast as possible.

"Wait!" Liam screams and he jogs up to the boys. "At least take my business card with you." The guy gives a small paper, a cringe picture of Liam is showing and next to it there's his name, phone number and e-mail address.

Louis takes the card from the guy but walks away without saying another word.

"Want me to drive you home? Because I honestly don't trust that you take the subway now." Zayn says. "There are way too many people obsessed with you now and they are crazy."

"You are an angel, that would be lovely. Can you drop me off at Taylor's though? I need to talk to her."

"Of course, hop in then." They arrive at Zayn's car that Louis thinks is probably been driven by a dinosaur, looking at how old it is and in which condition.

Louis takes place in the passenger seat and not even a minute later a very known voice is heard.

Tastes like strawberries

"Fucking hell, the watermelon man." Louis curses. "Zayn change the radio please."

"Can't do, it's broken."

"Turn off the volume."

"This is the only volume."

"I hate your fucking car."

"I got a question though; in the interview Harry said that you guys were pretty close; I never heard you though about him. Is that true?"

"But I want to swim!" Louis whines. "Come on, the water is nice." Louis is on a holiday to the Bahamas together with Taylor and Harry, chilling in Taylor's holiday mansion. It's huge and just everything you imagine from a celebrity's beach house. You would think Louis is third wheeling, joining his best friend and her boyfriend on holiday, but the opposite is true.

"You know where the ocean is, Louis." Taylor says, sunglasses covering her eyes.

"But I don't want to go alone." He pouts. "Haz, do you want to come?" Louis turns to the curly boy. His skin is slowly getting redder and redder and when Harry takes off his sunglasses to look at Louis, his eyes are white. He is like a panda, but in red, it's cute.

"We're going for dinner in a bit, Lou. I really don't want to walk around with wet trousers because my swimming shorts are still wet."

"And here I was, thinking you actually loved me." Louis puts his hand dramatically on his forehead, leaning back as he fake sobs.

"I feel like we took our child on holiday." Taylor jokes.

"You're being over dramatic, Lou." Harry laughs. He looks into Louis' eyes whose color match the color of the water behind them. "Alright, I'll come with you for a bit but not too long. I want my shorts to dry off before we go out."

"You're the best, H!" Louis jumps into Harry's neck and the curly boy walks towards the sea, Louis clenching on him as they both laugh, falling in the sand and even laughing louder.

Taylor looks at her two favorite boys, laughing and shaking her head, and she puts the sunglasses on her eyes again before closing them, the sound of the two boys laughing in the background.

"No, it's not true." Louis says, jaw clenched. "We were never close."