coffee stains ; larry stylinson

chapter three

"what the fuck? what the fuck? can't you watch where you're going? do you even have eyes what the-" louis, pissed out of his mind (even though he knew it wasn't entirely the other person's fault) was practically screaming but as he looked into the eyes of the boy that stood opposite him, his mind went blank and he was at a loss for words.

the boy was tall. really tall. he towered above louis. his eyes were as green and hard as emeralds, his pink lips compressed, his face pulled into a look of disdain. his skin was pale, the sunlight streaked his long curls into gold. he was as beautiful and cold as a wintry prince. louis wanted to punch him.

"how is this possibly my fault?" the boy demanded in a cold, flat voice. 

"you're the one who bumped into me!" louis said, regaining his composure.

"i wasn't the one with my head in the clouds!" the boy huffed, folding his surprisingly muscular arms over a broad chest, then quickly unfolded them due to the huge coffee stain seeping through the material of this white t-shirt.

louis glared at him, wiping his hand with a tissue. the boy looked down on his shirt 

"you ruined my t-shirt," he said accusingly 

"and you ruined my day," louis muttered  under his breath. the boy heard this because he sent louis a look that made him feel like a repulsive cockroach. louis barely knew this brunette-jack-frost-looking twat but he already hated him. 

"look, you care that much about your cheap-ass t-shirt? fine! i'll get you a new one, i don't care. i'll get you two t-shirts, even. i'll get however many fucking shirts you want but get out of my way first for fuck's sake," louis said coldly and without waiting for the boy's response, he shoved past him and ran home. 

. . . . .

"you got a bug up your butt?" his co-worker, niall, asked him as louis nearly knocked over a clothing rack. louis felt restless and itchy and the insufferable urge to punch a wall and scream. louis turned to look at niall and plastered his best fake-smile at him. 

"i'm fine," louis said a little too happily. 

niall just sipped on his juice. 

"no, like seriously."

niall stared.

"i swear!"

niall did not look convinced. "mate, i've been working with you for the past three years and trust me when i tell you i know the difference between your fake and real smiles. what's going on?"

louis sighed, plopped down on his chair and covered his face with his hands.

"ok fine. i'll tell you. but only if you promise not to laugh," louis offered. niall sat down beside him, already looking like he's going to burst out laughing. 

"i promise," niall said in a strained voice. so louis told him everything about the boy and by the time he was done, niall's face red with the effort of trying not to laugh. 

"so," niall managed to choke out, "when's the wedding?"

louis was horrified and niall lost it. he burst out laughing and fell out of the chair. louis glared at him. "you promised you wouldn't laugh!" louis groaned as niall rolled on the floor. 

"i'm sorry," niall wheezed. "your face, oh my god" 

louis checked the time and sent a silent word of thanks to the universe when he saw his shift was over. 

"well this was great," louis said, gathering his things and getting up. "see you around, niall!" louis said merrily as he escaped from the clothing store and despite himself, as he heard niall's laugh from outside the store, he smiled.

shaking his head, louis walked forward. 

a/n: soooo how'd u like this one?

baby ur a boat ☹💪

all the love, tay x