Crash Records || Larry Stylinson

4. Nervous

'At first you made me nervous
I could hardly speak
I don't really think about it anymore'
At the End of the Day - Wallows

Waiting like a child to begin their first day of primary school, Harry nervously stood outside crash records. Matching the colour of his t-shirt, the bold yellow sign stared down at him, reminding him to be happy and that everything would be okay. He had always related yellow to happiness, maybe it's because of the sunshine or maybe it's because his favourite and only childhood teddy wore a yellow ribbon around its neck. His nervous frown flipped into a show smile, ready to enter and greet his new boss.

Making the bell ring, Harry entered. Unlike the previous times he had been inside the dusty hole in the wall, the shop was actually busy, making his smile slightly falter. The green eyed teen had expected to see Louis standing there stocking the shop with a smile on his face as he checked out the newest vinyls. He always liked a minute to himself just to watch Louis and take him in, because he is truly beautiful. Everything about him, from his button nose and rounded blue eyes to his thick thighs and tanned ankles that are almost always on show. If Harry didn't have that moment to compose himself, he would be a stuttering mess. He was unsure wether its to do with the boy finding out about his crush or wether it's due to himself coming to terms with the fact he has a crush... on a boy. It's happened a few times and he's tried to speak out loud about it twice, but I never ended well. Suddenly, he found himself nervous and just wished to see the boy.

In all fairness, Harry must have been in a dream land to think that the shop would be empty because after all it was a midday on a Saturday.

Scanning through the heads of all kinds of people: parents who have dragged their kids along, kids that have dragged their parents along, the quirky individuals who try too hard to match the aesthetics of the shop and the boy who fits in perfectly with his black sabbath t-shirt, messy hair and blue eyes.

"Louis!" Harry excitedly whispered to himself when he spotted the worker. Without knowing what he was doing or going to say, he walked over to him and stood beside the counter waiting for Louis to stop serving the customer. 

When the boy had finished putting the cash in the register and handed the recite to the red headed lady, he turned to Harry and smiled, "Harry you are here! It's just me in the shop at the moment, do you mind if you go in the back and see if anything needs sorting? It's just that I need to deal with everything in here. It should calm down within twenty minutes. Then I'll train you," he informed, sounding all professional, which would usually make Harry nervous, but Louis grinned as he spoke which just so happened to make Harry smile too.

"O-Okay," Harry instantly replied, making the older boy smirk. With out questioning his instructions, Harry walked to the back room. The squeaking sound that his vans made against the floor went unnoticed as the customer's chatter was too loud. Harry smiled at that, and even partially kept the door open.

For ten minutes extra than what Louis said, making it a half hour, Harry checked things of the long list that was pinned to a cork notice bored. In this time, he managed to cross three things off: listen to the singles that had been returned for any scratches, clear out the staff fridge/freezer (there wasn't much to get rid off, other than a mouldy cheese slice which made Harry gag) and finally he just gave the room a tidy round. When Louis finally entered Harry was listening to some random classical song on the record player.

"Ahhhh... Ala by Joep Beving," Louis announced his presence by naming the name and artist of the song.

"You classical... I mean, you like classical music?" Harry asked with his flat and angular eyebrows raised in shock.