Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

Then We Kiss (All I Wanna Do Is Have A Good Time)

Written by:MarchirTheHare

Summary:Harry shuffles further into the room, timidly taking a seat on one of the chairs set in front of Louis' table. He keeps his eyes on the floor, fumbling for words. "Sorry, I'm just-it's just that I'm a bit nervous. And, uh, I wasn't really expecting for you to look so-" he cuts himself off, just in time to keep himself from saying beautiful.

"Young?" Louis guesses, and Harry just nods, going along with it. "Yeah, don't worry. I get that a lot, mate. People don't really expect you to be head writer at twenty-nine. They think to get the job you have to be in your forties, or something."

So a five-year age gap. Cool.

(harry is a potential new writer for a comedy show. louis is his kind-of boss. they flirt. stuff happens.)

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WEEK ONE

Harry isn't entirely sure what Perrie means by dress comfortably, honey!

He's been staring at his closet for nearly half an hour now, trying to figure out what to wear for his first day at work, which starts at eight. It is currently a quarter past seven. He should really be getting ready by now, but. He's not sure what 'comfortable' is by Perrie's standards.

For Harry, dressing comfortably means wearing one of his old band shirts (or a plaid shirt, but Harry prefers wearing those without anything underneath and with at least four buttons undone, and he doesn't think it's acceptable to flash his co-workers on his very first day) and ripped skinny jeans. He's pretty sure those aren't proper work attire, though, and he wants to make a good impression. This is his first big job, after all, and it's very important that he gets a permanent position.

He's spent the last year writing skits for a small comedy group that travels all across the UK. He's been moving from one place to another nearly month after month, and as exciting as it was seeing new places, Harry thinks it's time for him to settle down (ideally, settling down means he gets to find a home with someone special, but Harry will have to make do for now-he has to make this job a priority, so his lovelife can wait). So he took a risk-he quit on his old job, found a place in London, and after five agonizing months of sending in portfolio after portfolio of skits he's mostly written at two in the morning, he's finally landed a job.

Well, a trial job, to be more specific. It's not yet permanent, and whether he gets the job officially or not will depend on how well he'll do for the next month.

So he can't really be blamed for fussing over what to wear on his first day, okay?

He should probably just text Perrie. After all, she seems nice enough. Harry's talked to her a couple of times before on the phone, and she's been sending him these little encouraging texts every now and then. Harry isn't really sure if it's in her job description to be this friendly to potential new writers (if Perrie hadn't told him that she already has a boyfriend Harry would think she's flirting with him), but he's thankful, anyway.

He asked her about it once, and she just said, "Oh dearie, I'm just making sure the newbies won't get scared off," before giggling down the line and promptly hanging up. Harry still doesn't know what she means by that. He's trying not to think about it too much.

He's trying not to think about it now, too, because he's still only wearing his pants and the clock is ticking.

With a deep sigh, he just decides to go for something that's comfortable enough but also looks like he actually has a job. He really doesn't want to be late. It's a good thing he still has that baby blue button-up Gemma gave him for his birthday last year. He also owns a pair of dark skinny jeans that, miraculously enough, don't have holes on the knees, so he tugs those on, too, and just wraps a scarf around his head. There. Comfortable, but also presentable.