I Wanna Bring You Home | l.s.

I Wanna Bring You Home

And I'm so impatient when you're not mine
I just want to catch up on all the lost times
And I'll say I'm sorry if I sound sordid
Cause all I really ever want is you

Offer my hand and I'll take your name
Share my shower, kiss my frame
Cause I wanna carry all of your children
And I wanna call them stupid shit

Hourglass; Catfish and the Bottlemen

Mr. Beautiful.

At least, that's what he's named inside Louis' head of course - Mr. Beautiful. Louis doesn't know who he is, not on a personal level at least, but he's seen him every day since September. Now it's November, which Louis is still grappling with, but nevertheless, it's true. Which means that Louis has been halfway in love with this man for two months now. It's a little pathetic.

Okay, it's a lot pathetic.

It's just...every time he sees those long legs poured into those obscenely tight black pants, or if he gets even a hint of his scent that is divinely sweet and earthy, as though he's been rolling around fields of lilies. Or. Or, if he catches a glimpse of those eyes, the same daringly green hues that have starred in one too many of Louis' fantasies...Louis just, combusts? And not in a metaphorical sense like ha ha, he's going to die. No. Louis actually goes in at the knees and falls to the ground, and yes this is dumb but this is his life. And yeah.

Once again, pathetic.

His coworkers think he's gone crazy. Because every time that majestic being comes around the office to say hello to his friends, Louis runs off. He's too scared to let anyone see him in such a weak state, especially after the first time that tragedy happened. Back in September, when Mr. Beautiful arrived on the scene once the big bosses newly hired him, and when he was highly praised for his capabilities to sell anything. They required his expertise to handle the good stuff, to work with the top-notch clientele listing their California dream homes for millions.

You see, Louis hadn't always wanted to do real estate, he moved from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles for other aspirations, but realized quite quickly how expensive it is to live in this city, much less, on his own. While he was trying to pursue his dream of becoming a songwriter, he needed money. Thankfully, a close friend of his said the place he was working at was hiring, and by some dumb luck, Louis was taken in.

Because truthfully, Louis doesn't work at just any place. The agency he's employed at is one of the premier places to sell real estate. Not just anybody can come list, and not just anybody can come sell. Which is why everyone was so intrigued about the whispers of an outsider sparking their boss's interest enough to chase him down for a job. That was basically unheard of. Which in turn, also made everyone all the more anxious.

The day they brought the newcomer around to meet some of the staff, everyone had been on the edge of their seats, waiting to see who this stranger was. Even Louis' friend Liam, who he's known since college and who has never been rattled about anything, was pacing across the floor incessantly. Funny to recall it now, how Louis seemed to be the only one who couldn't care less about this person.

What can he say? Fate's a bitch.

Because there Louis was, standing with Liam and a few others, nonchalantly chatting about nothing, when everything changed. The doors to the office swung open and in walked this adonis better than any of Louis' fucking wet dreams. And not only was he tall, not only did he have luscious hair that looked like it could be whipped back and forth in a damn shampoo commercial, but he had dimples. Yes, dimples...or otherwise known as Louis' ultimate weakness. His achilles heel.