Chasing Sunsets // h.s. + l.t. || Larry Stylinson || louis and harry BoyxBoy

0.3

"She wears short skirts

I wear tee shirts

She's cheer captain

And I'm on the bleachers."

~Taylor Swift, 'You Belong With Me.'

0.3 ~ Isn't this easy?

"Hello! Welcome to the--ungh!" Louis heard the voice from earlier in the morning begin, but Harry stopped midway through the greeting with a sound like all the air in a balloon escaping through the top bit.

Taylor and Mikey trailed in after Louis, glancing around the small space as Louis walked up to the counter and leaned over it, looking back and forth.

"Hello?"

"Down...here..." A strained voice called from beneath the counter. Louis glanced down to see Harry curled into a tight ball on the floor, cradling his crotch.

"Jesus!" He couldn't help but laugh. "You okay?"

"Fc--fine. Just--hit edge--with my--balls." He gasped. "Better in--a minute."

"Who's that?" Taylor called from the other side of the shop, sauntering toward Louis to peer over the counter and down at Harry. He looked up at them, his eyes a little glassy.

"Hi." He winced, sitting up slowly. "Welcome to the ButterFlower bakery."

"Hey." Taylor smiled, and Louis could feel her turning on her flirt mode. All of a sudden, he regretted bringing her here. Bad Louis. You have a boyfriend and you love him. You don't get jealous of straight girls.

"My name's Taylor."

"Nice to meet you." He smiled at her a little as he stood gingerly. "I'm Harry. And you are...?"

"Mike." Mikey told him from a booth across the shop where he was picking his fingernails and generally giving off a 'if-you-talk-to-me-I'll-fuck-you-up-so-bad-your-grandma-will-get-bruises' aura.

"Nice to meet you, Mike. And you are..." He turned to Louis, but the question in his eyes quickly turned into a faint blush. "Oh wait. I know you. Hello again."

"Long time no see." Louis smiled a little, and Harry grabbed a note pad.

"What can I get for you all?" He was still blushing--embarrassed about his fall, maybe. It was kind if cute. STOP. Parker. Parker. Parker.

While Taylor gave a complicated iced latte order and Mikey said he wanted something dark and tormented --"like my soul"-- Louis did his best to look at anything but Harry. The shop was cute. He had already observed that this morning, but it deserved recognition again. And oh, look, a pigeon. Pigeons were nice. Grey was a good color. Sidewalks were grey. Sidewalks were great for walking on. So were treadmills. He should really go to the gym more. Then he could be muscular and hot and--

"Lou!" Taylor poked him.

"Huh?"

"Tell him what you want. Jeez, I said your name, like, seven times!"

"Oh. Um. Same thing as this morning, I guess. Please."

"Like he remembers--" Taylor started, but Harry cut her off.

"Cappuccino, extra dry, extra shot." It wasn't a question, and he didn't break eye contact with Louis. He didn't write it down like the other drinks.

Louis shivered.

Louis nodded.

Louis refrained from picturing Harry with only his apron on.

God, he probably had such a nice ass.