Crash Records || Larry Stylinson

5. Burberry Caps

' Tie up your laces, cover your faces
the boys are about to attack
stood in their places
the dress codes are basic
Stone Island and Burberry caps'
Mind The Gap - The Reytons

Behind the till, shy and scrawny, Harry stood wrinkling his nose due to all the dust. It lingered in the cracks of the till's buttons, and lightly dusted the surfaces. With his index finger, he drew a little sad face in the grey coating as he sniffled in disappointment that Louis was not on the same shift as him. He wasn't nervous to be without him, just a tad upset. He really would of liked to have the older boys company, and reassuring glances throught out the day.

Yesterday morning, Harry skipped towards the shop with golden sun shining on his pale complexion. He squinted up at the sign, nervous but excited to enter and see the boy who had almost kissed him. That's if lips beings less than an inch apart from each other, defines an almost kiss. But when Harry entered the shop he was met with a boy with bright green hair, each strand pointing in a different direction from another, like an undecided stormy sea.

Harry had the morning shift, Louis had the afternoon shift. It was vice versa the next day. Leaving Harry, stood by himself counting the cash inside the till machine. He hummed a tune to keep himself entertained - it was a rather slow afternoon.  In fact, the bell on the door had just rang for the first time that shift.

"Hey Mikey," Harry greeted, not looking up as he mentally counted the ten pound notes. He didn't even need to look to know it was the crazy haired worker. From yesterday, their first encounter, Micheal had already told him he is late most dates. A boundary pusher is what Harry would describe him as. He though Louis was bad, but Micheal really tests Paul's patience. 

"Since when do I have green hair, ey?" Sassed Louis as he leant against the counter, the red selves of his hoodie covering his hands as he played the drums against the surface, waiting for Harry to resolve his shocked face.

Harry blinked, then shook his head to snap him out of the small trance. "What are you doing here?" He questioned and blushed when he caught sight of Louis' lips. The lips he almost kissed.

"Well after my shift, which was terrible boring with out you by the way," he added, making Harry's dimples show. "I went next door to the cafe, needed to ask your mum something?"

"Oh..." Harry visually slumped.

"Nothing bad, I promise," Louis worried, over the wrong thing, but Harry thought it was nice that he at least cared. "I just asked her if you can stay out late tonight? Kinda embarrassing that I actually asked her that, but I didn't want her to get mad at you. I get the vibe she's a strict parent," he explained.

"She's not strict," Harry mumbled.

"No?" Harry shook his head, "That's good, you should see what Niall's mum is like, treats him like a four year old. Proper mummy's boy that lad is," he chuckled and Harry mustered a smile.

"I think it's quite nice having strict parents, shows they care."

Leaning closer, Louis searched Harry's face for any emotion, negative or positive. He didn't get much as Harry's eyes were still trained on the till, organising away. "Does that mean your mum doesn't... um... care?"

Thoughtfully Harry chewed on his bottom lip, making red marks. He knew the answer, he just didn't know how to word it. "I- no I don't mean that... it's just like I'm really quiet at home, barely make a squeak," he chuckled, but it sounded rather sad, "I'm that quiet that she hardly notices me. Even if I came home late, I bet she wouldn't of even noticed I left in the first place. You get me?" He closed the till and looked up, making eye contact with the older boy.