the love is ours to make- larry one shot

the love is ours to make (so we should make it)

the love is ours to make (so we should make it)

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Louis didn't hate his job. He didn't. He was not going to admit that he hated the one thing he worked so hard for in his life. He wasn't going to admit that he wasted too much time and too much money in a prestigious art school to hate his career. No, sir. Not Louis.

Except, he really did.

He was just so sick of girls coming in asking for dream catchers or the saying "I refuse to sink" with an anchor. Anchors sank. Louis didn't have the heart to say it. He couldn't stand the men that walked in and demanded barbed wire around their arms, ignoring Louis' comments that yes, under the arm is going to hurt. A lot. So Louis spent his days dealing with basic people wanting basic things and then crying about how bad they hurt. It's a needle puncturing skin. That much should be obvious.

Louis had finally had enough one day, after a girl told him that there was no way she was sitting four hours for a tattoo, and there was no way she was making a second appointment to have it completed.

"Then don't get the tattoo, love. 'm not gonna sit here and lie, nor am I gonna listen to you bitch much longer." That earned Louis a slap in the face and a disappointed look from his boss, Zayn.

"Lou. What was that about?" Zayn asked, setting down the needle that he was cleaning. Louis huffed and pulled his lip ring into his mouth, sucking on it.

"I need a smoke. You got any?" Louis muttered. Zayn silently got up and Louis followed, the two slipping behind the tattoo shop. Zayn pulled out two cigarettes and lit them up, giving one to Louis.

"What's been into you lately?" Zayn asked, blowing smoke out from his nose.

"I'm tired." Louis replied, taking a long drag of his own.

"Of..?" Louis let out a sigh, letting his head fall against the brick wall of the building.

"Fucking everything. What am I even doing, Z? I'm 26, single, and stuck in a job that I'm just not happy with anymore. My mates are all getting married and having kids while I smoke up in my apartment and work a few days a week. I'm the textbook definition of pathetic." Louis blurts. Zayn nods and pulls his pouty thinking face that makes Louis roll his eyes. Louis loved Zayn, he's the only good thing about his job, but Louis' not sure if he can take much more of being around a fucking Gucci model with the perfect business, life, and boyfriend.

"Maybe you should just take some time off." Zayn suggests. Louis rolls his eyes again, so hard that they might fall out of his head.

"Right. Because taking some time off from my job is really gonna help me pay rent and feed myself." Louis blanks. Zayn chuckles and shakes his head.

"I'll pay you to get your ass out of my hair for a few weeks. I think you think you're always a fucking joy to be around but you're not, mate. I'd fire you if you weren't so good at your job." Louis has to laugh at that, because he's aware of how big of a bitch he is.

"You're funny." Louis says as he stomps out his cigarette.

"I'm serious, Lou. Take some time off. Go home, see your family, get out of here for a bit." Louis gave Zayn a side eye.

"You're going to pay me to leave you understaffed. Is that a joke?" Louis asked suspiciously, poking Zayn in the chest.

"No. Get out of here until I say you can come back." Zayn chuckled, his tongue pressing against his cheek. Louis squinted his eyes suspiciously.