Chapter 12

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A/N: Heya thanks for reading guys ilysm x

Harry's POV
For the past week I have been walking on air, I Harry styles am dating the hot Louis Tomlinson. God I feel like a teenage girl. But Louis is so sweet and perfect and he's always there when I need him, like the other day it poured down with rain and I was shivering on the sidewalk he came and picked me up coating me in blankets and making chicken soup.

I smiled as my phone rang, hoping it was Lou. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello Harry, I am Margret Maclean from 'Grocerys R' us', I'm calling about the job, you got it." I held back a scream of excitement. I had applied for a job weeks ago and I had heard nothing until now. "You are willing to work Wednesday to Fridays 3:45-7:00pm according to your CV, is that offer still fine with you?" She asked. Heck yea it was. I wrapped up the phone call and squealed into a near by pillow. I finally had a job!

The next day at 3:30pm I walked the long ten blocks to 'Grocerys R Us' to start my new job. I pushed open the glass doors and the air conditioning hit me hard cooling the sweat that faintly coated my forehead. The manager was soon to rush over to me and hand me a red polo uniform shirt and some crisply ironed black trousers. I smiled and changed into them satisfied with the fit.

Until 7:00pm I re stocked shelves and lifted heavy objects from the back of the store to the front. The rain outside belted the tin roof making it hard to hear and I was freezing cold. Just as I was about to close up shop I heard the over head bell tinkle to signify that someone had just come through the door. I glanced over to find a tattooed and brown feather haired boy walk in who was covered in raindrops. Daym Louis looked fine today. He walked over to me and pecked my cheek while wrapping an arm around my waist. I shuddered at his touch. "Heya babe, wanna come over mine to watch a movie or something." He shyly whispered. I nodded and packed up my last few items of stock before clocking out and heading out into Louis car.

The warm air conditioning was a welcoming relief. Louis held my hand as we drove to his flat rubbing the pad of his thumb over my knuckles. The feeling sent a warmth through my bones and made my skin tingle. He flicked on the radio and began to hum to an unfamiliar tune. He let the word 'crazy' roll off his tounge.  Louis voice rang out like a symphony, he was insanely good at singing. I nodded to the beat of the song until we pulled up into the underground car park.

I ran the few meters that had no shelter from the rain but as I was running my foot slapped into a deep puddle drenching half of my body.  Groaning I squelched my way inside. Louis was gripping his sides with laughter at my blunder when I met him inside, I scowled playfully and plodded upstairs. I felt a small pair of hands on my waist and Louis pulled me into a hug. "Aww is my love interest all cold and wet." He giggled. "Obviously." I muttered. "Don't worry babe, I have the perfect solution." And with that he scampered upstairs and unlocked his flat leaving the door open for me.

I slouched inside slipping of my sopping wet shoes and standing there like I was a mis placed ornament. Louis suddenly came back carrying a huge over sized onesie. "Here you go love, just take off your clothes and slide inside here." He said with a smirk.

"You little pervert." I said as I slipped off my shirt and pants. He handed me the material kissing me on the cheek then padded off heading to make a cup of tea for us.

I wriggled into the soft onesie and did up the buttons jiggling about a bit for warmth, Louis never turned on the heating. The onesie was about six sizes to big and could fit two more of me in it.  Shyly smiling to myself I heard Louis come back to the living room with two steaming mugs of tea and the movie 'serendipity' I smiled at his choice. It was a cute romantic movie that was guaranteed to make me cry a little. Louis slid the disk in and sat in my lap rubbing circles up and down my forearm.

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