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"H-how?" Liam wondered. He was pale and shaky.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Friends from high school."

"And you failed to mention this before because?" Niall questioned.

"Your reaction right now? It's not like I go around bragging about being friends with Zayn." Harry chuckled. He kept what kind of friendship they once had to himself.

"You're so lucky." Liam sighed with a blissful smile on display.

"He's a really nice guy." Harry smiled.

They continued their night out after that and when Harry returned to his apartment later that night he was drunk but he had so much fun. Sunday contained painkillers, pizza, and bad tv.

He went to work on Monday. He was first on the scene and he had a key on his own so he unlocked the door and ran to the entertainment section to put on some music. The first one there got to chose! He chose his favorite playlist and Wish you were here by Pink Floyd came on. He loved that song and started to sing along while he went to get a rag and a bucket of water. He started to wipe the tables.

Louis came trolling inside and immediately pulled a face.
"What shit are you listening to now?"

Harry just smirked and sang louder. He raised his hands in the air and spun around, singing from the top of his lungs.

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fishbowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Louis just rolled his eyes at him, a smile playing on his lips. He grabbed a rag and started to clean tables as well. The song ended and The chain by Fleetwood mac started to play instead.
"Remind me to trade my shifts with Niall or Liam. They might stand this poor excuse of music." Louis joked.

"Just get here first next time and you can play all the Oasis you want." Harry chuckled in amusement.

"I'm not a morning person." Louis muttered.

"It's six o'clock in the evening!" Harry giggled.

"Exactly!" Louis grinned.

They wiped all the tables. Harry went to get brooms and they cleaned the floor.
"So...you and Zayn." Louis said and looked at Harry curiously.

"Was that a question?" Harry laughed.

"Just friends?" Louis asked.

"Now, yeah. I guess we dated in high school. We were never in love. We just helped each other explore our sexualities, like, figuring stuff out." Harry answered. He blushed. Why was he telling Louis all that?

"I wish I had done that in high school. I just dated girls." Louis smirked.

"And now?" Harry dared to ask.

"I don't date girls." Louis chuckled.

Oh. Harry could feel his ears heating up. He just smiled at him.
"I've never dated girls."

"You're just a model gay, aren't you?" Louis teased.

Harry giggled. They finished cleaning and headed to the bar to stock up with alcohol and glasses. Louis rolled his eyes when Jimi Hendrix blasted through the speakers. Harry played air guitar, making Louis laugh.
"Dork!" 

"I look cool!" Harry grinned.

Louis got his phone out and filmed him. Harry was jumping on one leg waving his arm around. Louis showed him the video.
"Really cool, dork!"

"Heeey!" Harry protested with a pout but then he started to giggle. "You try!"

"Nope. I'm actually cool, which means I don't play air guitar. Ever." Louis smirked and Harry put his tongue out.

They continued their playful banter while they made the bar ready for the night. At seven their usual drunk Leslie entered the bar.
"Leslie, my man! How are you today?" Louis greeted.

"Life sucks. Give me a beer." Leslie answered.

"Bad day?" Louis asked.

"Bad life." Leslie muttered and took a seat by the bar.

"Life is what you make of it. We've talked about this Leslie." Louis answered while he poured him a beer.

"Yeah, yeah." Leslie said but he smiled. 

Louis handed him the beer and Leslie paid for it. Two more customers entered. They were both dressed in suits. They looked around, seemingly unimpressed. They walked up to the bar.
"Two whiskey sours."

"You've got this?" Louis asked and Harry nodded his head. He got two shakers and poured two ounces of whisky in both of them. He cut a lemon in half and squeezed the lemon juice in the shakers before he added 3/4 ounces of simple syrup. He noticed that Louis was looking at him and met his eyes. Louis shook his head encouragingly with a small smile while he poured Leslie a second beer. Harry got two raw eggs and removed the yellow and let the egg white slip down in the shaker. After putting egg white in both shakers he put the lit on and shook them. He found two glasses and poured the drinks with a proud smile. He put the glasses in front of the two men in suits.

The guy on the left stared at his drink.
"There's eggshell in mine." He commented dryly.

Harry blushed slightly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll make you a new one."

The man on the right snorted.
"Figures. How can you mess up a drink as simple as this? What a moron. I told you we should have gone to a fancier bar, Clive."

Harry's face turned darker red. He fumbled when he reached for the glass, almost spilling the drink. Louis came up beside him. He stared at the men in suits.
"I think that sounds like a great idea. We don't serve assholes in this bar."

The men stared angrily at him. Then they just turned around and left, complaining loudly on their way out.
"Louis! Why did you say that? Now we lost two customers! It's my fault. I messed up the drink."

"You shouldn't let anyone talk to you like that, Harry. We don't need their fucking money." Louis replied.

"That's right!" Leslie shouted and pumped a fist in the air.

Harry and Louis looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Thanks, Louis." Harry beamed after they had managed to calm down.

"Just skip the eggshell the next time." Louis smirked.

What happens next?