Larry Stylinson Oneshots

you run my mind, boy

Author: bravefortheboys

Summary:in which louis ditches his valentine's dinner date to sneak off with the barista boy who tells cheesy pick-up lines.

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Louis is the type of person to get easily distracted, which Liam should’ve kept in mind when he asked Louis to grab him a coffee on the way back home. 2 hours ago, that little shit.

Louis is in the middle of charming the lad working a hotdog stand for a free hotdog (while making many sexual innuendos using hotdogs, which Louis thinks deserves an award), when he gets a call from Liam.

“Now, before you yell at me…”

“Fucking hell, Louis, it’s not that hard to get coffee.”

“Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m in line right now.” Louis mouths a ‘goodbye’ to the mediocre looking hotdog boy before venturing across the street to the nearest Starbucks.

“Liar,” Liam mutters before hanging up, and Louis makes plans to scold him for not saying a proper ‘Bye, I love you’.

Louis shoves his phone in his coat pocket and notes that Liam also owes him a hot dog as he wanders behind some chick in line who is wearing far too much of ‘Eau De Hooker’. He practically barfs when he hears her try to get at the poor barista with, “You’re kind of cute… maybe I can pay you in a different way…”  Like, Jesus Christ, this isn’t a porno shoot.

After Eau De Hooker scampers off, Louis steps up (after sending a well-deserved eye roll her direction, of course) and puts on a smile for the barista. And shit, maybe now Louis can see where she’s coming from.

“Hey,” Barista Boy greets with a dimply smile and sparkling gleam in his eyes. He’s wearing a gaudy blinking heart button on his apron, and Louis almost forgets what day it is. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Hi, you too!” Louis unintentionally chokes out, biting down on his tongue with all his might for sounding like a giddy middle-school girl. He distracts himself by reading over the menu, but his eyes fly towards the name tag on Barista Boy, which reads Harry. “I’ll take a large coffee, Harry.”

Harry looks like the sun is about to burst out of his ass as he pushes some buttons on the cash register. “No sugar, I’m assuming?”

“Wha- well, yeah. How’d you know?”

“Because if you have any more sweetness, you’ll become a diabetic.” Harry shoots a wink at Louis and Louis starts to feel a little queasy. A cute guy with dimples and lame pick-up lines. He’s met his soul mate.

“Nice pick-up line. Where’d you get it, secondary school?” Louis sneers, figuring that playing hard to get wouldn’t be so bad.

“No, but that comeback definitely is from primary school.”

Motherfuck, Louis is definitely a goner now and it takes all that’s in him to not blurt out ‘I love you, marry me’ right then and there.

“Touché.” Louis grins. “I’ll still take that coffee, though.”

“I hope you don’t mind waiting, then.”

“Why would I have to wait?”

“My break isn’t for another hour.” And Harry starts to do that gleaming-sun-coming-from-ass thing again.

“God, well aren’t you a charmer,” Louis says with an attempted sarcastic tone, but there’s so much truth behind it that it’s impossible.

“No, I’m Harry.”