Chapter six

                                    

                                          
Harry felt terribly uncomfortable in his suit. It was a little too small after not wearing it for so long, and the tie seemed on a mission to suffocate him. Luckily, the interview was almost done. He’d been inside for about an hour now, and even though it had sparked his interest in law again, he couldn’t see himself working in an office everyday anymore. He’d gotten too used to being free to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to do it, as long as it kept their household running.
                          
“Alright, mister Styles, I think we can leave it at this. We’ll get back to you within two weeks, but I think it’s safe to say the job is yours if you’d want it.” The friendly looking man on the opposite side of the desk smiled at him as he shook his hand before Harry walked out of the office.
                          
It all seemed like a big mistake, it wasn’t like he was planning to go back to work, but even being here to see if he could get a job if he wanted it felt wrong. Perhaps he should’ve told Louis about it, he thought, but then again, they were slowly getting on better terms and he really didn’t want to ruin that now. He didn’t want to fight over something that wouldn’t matter in the end anyway.
                          

                          
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“Well pumpkin, I promise, if I run into Ronaldo sometime this week I will get a picture and an autograph for you, alright? But it not, you’ll have to do with a football shirt with his name and number, I’m afraid.”
                          
Beth giggled on the other end of the line, making Louis grin as he heard it. He was longing for the week to end so he could finally get back to England, back home. He’d have a week off after this and he was planning on making the most out of it.
                          
“Okay dad. But we can still go out and play football in the stadium when you’re back, right?” She asked, sounding a bit scared that he might have forgotten about that promise, like had happened so many times before.
                          
“Of course Beth, I won’t let anything stop us from that.”
                          
“Okay. Dad says I really have to get to bed now, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”
                          
“Sweet dreams love!”
                          
“You too dad!”
                          
“Lou?”
                          
“Hey Haz,” he still couldn’t wipe that ridiculously large grin of his face. It was his last week in Spain, only three more days to go in fact, and since he hadn’t stopped calling every day, Harry had let him talk to the kids for five days in a row now. It was silly how happy he was with it, but he couldn’t help it, he just loved the three little munchkins to death.
                          
“I’ll call you back in an hour or so, alright? Got to put our little monster to bed and there’s still a big pile of laundry waiting as well.”
                          
“I’m not going anywhere love, talk to you later.”
                          
“Later boo.”
                          

                          
It somehow frightened Louis how much easier it seemed to reconcile with Harry while they were so far apart. How much easier it was to talk, about things that had happened that day, but also about their feelings and about earlier days, when everything had seemed so much easier, effortless even.
                          

                          
He had been packing when the hotel phone had started ringing, a friendly voice telling him in bad English with a Spanish accent that there was someone waiting to see him at the front desk. He had no idea who it could be, unaware of any appointments or meetings he’d agreed to, but he confirmed he’d come downstairs anyway.
                          
Three hours had passed when he finally entered his room again, his head spinning. He wanted nothing more than throw himself on the bed and let it all sink in, but he knew he couldn’t, he had to pack and get ready for the bus ride back home. He had only one more hour before the bus left and his clothes and other belongings were still spread everywhere in the room.