"So..."

Louis nodded slowly. "So..."

"How are you and Edward?"

Louis scrunched his nose at the mention of the man. "Don't say 'you and Edward' like we're an item."

"Don't be harsh, Darling," Harry laughed out, "He's quite fond of you."

"Doesn't change the fact that he's an actual demon."

Harry smirked and leaned against the bed post. "I hope you don't think so of me as well."

"You're annoying, but in a different way."

The conversation began after Harry brought Louis breakfast in bed, taking advantage of Edward being out.

"Don't take it the wrong way though, you're nice."

"I'm only nice to you."

"Because you want to fuck me just like your brother," Louis said, arching his brow and pushing the plate of food away, "come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Sure I'd like to fuck you, but I wouldn't do it once. I would want to fuck you for a long time."

"Was that supposed to be romantic?"

Harry shrugged. "I suppose-"

The door opened quickly, revealing an olive skinned man with caramel eyes. The man looked at Harry, clearing his throat and standing up straight. "Sir, I have some information I think you're going to want to see."

Louis stared at the man's face. His pronounced features and black hair were imprinted into Louis brain, he knew for a fact that he had seen the beautiful man before.

Harry didn't notice Louis' trance like state, instead, he glared at the man. "Zayn, I cleared my schedule and specifically noted for no one to interrupt me. Are you stupid or just hard of hearing?"

"Sir, I heard you fine, but this is very important."

"Fine." Harry got up and straightened himself out. "But if I understand that this matter could have waited, then I'm going to make sure you understand my frustration."

Louis watched the interaction, but it was only once Harry and the man left, that Louis remembered where he saw him.

He was the one that drugged him.