Larry Stylinson Oneshots

A Diner and a Mid-Term

Author: awoona

Summary: Louis works overnights at a diner while attending university, one night, a curly haired Harry comes into the diner to use the 24 hours Wi-Fi to finish a mid-term last minute. Getting bored with no work and needing a few breaks from writing, Louis and Harry spend sometime talking and passing the time.

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Louis clocks in at the diner at eight on the dot, slightly being late to his shift (but when is he not late to be honest). It's not like he wants to be late, but his day schedule is an absolute shit hole. His shift at the diner is usually eights hours, meaning he'll been done at about four in the morning, he'll go back to his dorm and sleep until noon, and then have some afternoon classes until about seven-thirty. He's almost late because he has to drive to the diner with ten minutes to spare after his drama teacher continually makes the class the stay after and finish up scenes and rehearsals. The schedules a pain the ass because of the classes he's taking only being in the later parts of the day, but he seems to manage to get through it.

And with such a busy schedule, you might wonder: When the hell does Louis have time to study?

Well, working only four nights a week, he has a few days off. And the fact he's working the night shift at a diner means he'll have one customer per hour, with occasionally some drunk students from the college stumbling in after a party to eat their lives away every few days, means his study time is during his work shift. When he first started working at the diner, he quickly discovered that most of his duties can be finished within the first hour, and then with the occasional customer wanting something to eat, he'll whip up a quick meal after the cook leaves at midnight.

But he has a lot of time to kill, so he brings his textbooks and laptop, and uses their twenty-four hour WIFI to catch up on homework and papers. It's super handy working the night shift for that. He's basically getting paid to do his schoolwork (but also take care of the place and deal with customers).

"Hi, Louis," a familiar voice greets him.

"Hey, El," he sings as he tosses his bag behind the counter. Eleanor is the girl who shifts before him. Louis finds her nice, and likes when she keeps him company for the first hour of his shifts. She usually uses the hour to study or talk about her day before she has to head back to her dorm with an obnoxiously annoying roommate who doesn't seem to understand that some people have eight am classes the morning.

She's a pretty good friend, and they hang out sometimes when their schedules are fit for the time. And it was funny, in the beginning of their friendship, Eleanor had the biggest crush on Louis, but little did she know Louis is more fond of men and dicks. Louis told her that he was gay when he noticed that she was getting a little too close sometimes, and she backed off quick. But now she tries to set him up with guys that she sees in her class or that come in the diner. He usually declines, not wanting anything serious during school, but he doesn't mind having a fling once in a while.

"I heard there's gonna be a party this Friday at one of the frat houses," she starts.

Louis chuckles as he pull out a towel to wipe down the counters and tables that aren't occupied by the two customers dining in. "There's a party practically every Friday." She rolls her eyes and seats herself on one of the stools.

"Well, yeah, but I was thinking that we could go together- as friends of course, and maybe you could meet someone there? I'm hoping to talk to Ryan, you know that guy from the debate club I'm in. God he's so dreamy," El rambles, resting her chin on her hand.

"El, you know I don't go to parties," Louis sings, moving along to the empty tables.

"I know you do, but just think about it. The last time you went to a party you were a sophomore, and I remember you telling me that you didn't like it only because of the shitty booze." I scoff, and turn to defend myself when she points a finger at me. "You know I'm right, Louis." He grins and goes back to cleaning the tables.