Scars fade, don't they?

He wants to meet?

Louis is finally back at work, he missed it. Which is weird to admit, but he thinks so.
They got a new chef, a younger one for sure. Liam, such a cute name Louis thinks. The small conversation they had he thinks they will get along, but he will still miss Simon. He was like a dad to them, a creepy but nice dad.

" Aren't you supposed to have short sleeves while you work, Louis " Liam asks, Louis freezes in his spot. No one has asked him that before.

" I am allowed to wear long sleeves " Louis mumbled, he is in shock over that question. He knows he isn't allowed, but no one has ever said anything about it.

" Well according to the rules you are in fact not allowed, who said you where allowed? " Liam says with an angry tone, Louis literally thought Liam was nice. But not anymore.

Louis checks the door and hoping someone will walk in so they can end this conversation, but it's only them. And Niall.

" Our boss did, now can we continue working?! " Louis is frustrated, scared and stressed. If he is ever forced to wear shortsleeves he will quit, he knows how horrible his arms looks. And people will probably send him to rehab, he can't let that happen.

" Sure "

Liam walks away and disappears into the kitchen, all you can here is him cooking and baking. No costumer in sight, it's Monday so usually very few visit them.

Niall comes back from his lunch, a stain from dressing appears in his lip. He licks it away and smiles at Louis, smacks his hand against Louis back and takes his apron.
He notice Louis isn't smiling or looking at him, he just looks at the floor. No emotions or anything.

" Everything alright? " Niall ask quietly. Louis looks up at him and nods, still not smiling. " I don't believe you "

Niall shoves Louis inside the freezer behind them, shuts the door and Louis just looks confused.

" Niall please we need to be out there! If we come out from here while a costumer comes in they will think we fucked " Louis cries out, he's on his way out from the freezer when Niall lays a hand on his shoulder.

" And what about it? Tell me what's wrong! You clearly don't look fine " he says, Louis just laughs and leaves.

" Thank you "

Louis steps outside and freezes once more, the curly headed boy is looking around for employees. His black winter coat is drained with snow, his shoes are wet. So is his hair, its up in a bun. A man bun. He looks amazing.

" Hi Harry " Louis finally says, behind him is Niall who pinches Louis. It actually hurts.

" Hi Louis, how are you? " Harry says and gives him a warm smile, Louis can't help but to wish he's inside that warm coat right now.

" I'm alright, can I help you with anything? " He's shaking in his spot, both from him and Niall's conversation and that he's speaking with Harry. Louis hopes Harry doesn't notice.

" I would love to buy a coffee " Louis nods and starts making the coffee, doing coffee is something he can do in his sleep. But surprisingly he doesn't drink coffee himself.

He watches Harry sit down by the window, he looks so pretty he thinks, the blue shirt Harry is wearing underneath his coat is showing.
Louis can't help but notice his tattoos, his chest and hand. Tattoos are sexy he admits. So it doesn't help, he told himself to not fall in love with Harry. But he broke it pretty fast.

When he's done with the coffee he brings it to Harry, he gets a smile in return. It makes Louis melt.

" Please, do you mind sitting down? " Harry asks and stares into Louis eyes, it feels like he's using magic.

" Harry I don't think I can- "

" I see no costumers? " Harry says and looks around, Louis sighs quietly and sits down. He pretends to be mad but inside he is screaming of happiness.

" I can't sit here for long though " he explains and crosses his arms.

" All the company I can get is enough " Harry says and smiles, he takes a sip of his coffee and nods. He feel so old. " Your eyes are so beautiful "

Louis freezes, he still isn't used to get compliments. He hates it. People always lie, he can never see what others are seeing.

" Did you come here to flirt? " Louis asks and starts playing with the ends of his sleeves, he can't face Harry. He's too shy.

" No, I only got here to buy coffee but then I saw you"

Louis can't help but laugh, he's too much he thinks. Harry is smirking, he knows his pickup line worked. It really did, Louis did hate him before but all these compliments he's suddenly is getting is slowly getting to him, just a little.

" I need to get back to work now Harry " Louis says and pushes his chair in under the table.

" When do you leave work? " Harry asks and takes a big sip out of his coffee.

" Well since you knew I was off Wednesdays you clearly should know when I leave " Louis jokes.

" Actually I'm not that creepy " Harry laughs.

" sixteen, I leave work sixteen. Why do you ask? "

" Date on Wednesday? At my place? " Louis chokes on his saliva, what the fuck did he just ask? Date? His body is screaming yes but head is screaming no, he listen to his head as always.

" I can't, gonna hangout with my friend. But Friday works for me? " Louis nearly pinches himself, why he said that? What is wrong with him? Why he is saying yes?

" Perfect "
~~~~~

Louis finds himself screaming and crying, he can't believe he's going to a date. He hate himself so much, but he doesn't understand why. Going on a date with Harry is something he wants to, he wants to be with Harry. So bad.

Then he remembers, he remembers his ugly body. If they end up having sex which they probably won't, Louis needs to loose weight he thinks. At least two kilos. He can do that. He will do that.

Louis stands up and goes straight to the bathroom, that's where he store the laxatives. He pours some of it in a mug and drinks it, he gags but it's fine.

Everything is always fine. Every time.

Short one sorryyyy