50 First Dates (Larry)

The Third First Day

After a long day of Zayn being an ass to him for being late to work, again, and shoveling walrus shit as punishment, again, Louis was exhausted. After a long hot shower he threw himself onto his bed and contemplated smothering himself.

You see, Louis hadn't stopped thinking about Harry all day.

Louis was the kid in elementary school who got in trouble when the teacher said to hush during assembly because he would scream or make some obscene noise just to spite her. He has always had a problem with being told what to do. And what Linda had told him that morning only made him want to do the complete opposite.

Conflicted, he called Liam.

"Heyoooooo." Liam answered on the third ring.

"So I met this extremely attractive guy at that cafe a while back," Louis started, and Liam interrupted.

"I'm good thanks for asking," he chuckled. "What's he look like?"

"The actual human representation of sex," Louis deadpanned. "Anyway, so the day we met I had left my keys in the cafe and he'd brought them out to me, cause he's a gentleman," he continued.

"Of course." Liam said, and Louis could actually hear him getting bored but he didn't care. Skipping the part where he stutters over himself and falls on his ass, he continues.

"Anyway, we didn't talk much because I was late for work," he lies, he's good at that. "So I went back the next day because I saw his car in the parking lot."

"What the fuck you know what his car looks like?" Liam laughs.

"It's a bright yellow god damned Volkswagen, Liam. Hard to miss. Anyway, Jesus, quit interrupting." Louis growls and Liam sounds like he's crying with laughter on the other end and Louis literally hates him. "I went back and saw him sitting there so I decided to go say hi but he's acting like he doesn't remember me-"

"Fuck." Liam gasps. He's still laughing and Louis is going to punch him in the balls next time he sees him.

"-but as it turns out he's not pretending! Because the lady who runs the place, who's all chummy with him, comes over and starts nagging me to leave him alone and hands me this newspaper from like two years ago. He was in an accident and got some brain damage and now every time he goes to sleep all his memories are wiped out. He still thinks it's the day before the accident!" Louis rambles.

"Christ." Liam replies, he's not laughing anymore.

"Yeah. But, like, the thing is, I really like this guy Li." Louis sighs. "I want to know him.

"Lou you can't be serious."

Pardon?

"Um I'm quite serious Liam. He's interesting." Louis snaps.

"He's problematic." Liam retorts.

Louis hangs up. Liam's no help anyway.

He goes to bed early that night, he wants to run by the cafe tomorrow.

Louis arrives before Harry the next day. He has a plan. Sitting at the breakfast bar, Louis waits for the tall man to walk in.

"Hey, order something or I gotta kick you out." An Irish accent mutters from behind him.

Louis turns to meet blue eyes and a goofy grin that both belong to who has to be the palest person in all of Hawaii.

"Fine." Louis glances at the guys chef hat and then his name tag. "Neil, I'll have some coffee with two sugars and a little milk."