checkout (l.s)[Boyxboy]

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"Remind me again why we're throwing this party?" Liam kicked at a tennis ball lying on the floor. Louis pulled on a jacket and tightened his shoelaces.

"Cos we can." Louis shrugged. It wasn't anything new to him, anyway. They always threw parties.

"Well, you do realise that food doesn't just buy itself, right?" Liam laughed. "And don't you dare even ask me to-"

"Can you buy the snacks, Liam?" Louis called out to him as he made his way towards the door, turning around to send him a funny face. "Only joking, mate."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

*******

"What does a guy got to do around here to get a hello?" Louis crossed his arms im pretend anger at the boy on the other side of the desk. He looked up with wide eyes before grinning.

"Hello, Lou," the green eyed boy scanned his first items and put them in the plastic bags. "How are you today?"

"Lou?" The fluffy haired boy raised a brow at the younger one. "Since when did i give you permission to call me that?"

"What?" The boy blinked, shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think I needed... permission, I'm sorry." He frowned at his hands in embarrassment. Louis smiled slightly and shook his head at how timid this kid was.

"No, no. You can call me Lou if you want. I like it."

"Really?" He looked up again, uncertainty in his features. "You don't find it weird?"

"Nope, not at all." Louis placed a pack of gum on the belt along with his many bags of nacho chips, "it's kinda cute."

"Kinda cute." He muttered to himself, grinning wider. "Uh, thank you very much, Lou."

"Anytime, pretty boy." Louis smiled at him as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Little did he know, the Tesco express worker was absolutely smitten with the older boy.

"My name is Harry, by the way." He blurted. "And I really like your um, your shirt."

Louis looked at his unironed Guns and Roses shirt that was a size too big, but Harry liked the way it looked on him. Louis didn't understand what there was to like about it though, it was old and had slight rips near the shoulders.

"Uh, thanks? I guess?"

"You're welcome, I, it's okay... yeah." Harry typed in some numbers into the cash register and sighed. He didn't want his conversation with Louis to end. "So, uh, I see that you like nacho chips... a lot."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm having a party later." He shrugged, handing over a ten pound note.

"P-party?" Harry asked. Louis raised an eyebrow at Harry for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Yes, a p-party." Louis teased. Harry frowned.

"That's cool. I, uh, I've only ever been to one house party before."

Louis clasped his chest in shock. "What?!"

"Yeah, lame I know."

"My friend, you have not lived until you've been to one of my parties." Louis shrugged, packing his plastic bag. "Not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but they're pretty sick."

Harry giggled. "Sick?"

"Pretty sick."

"Well, I don't know about that. How do I know you're not just lying?" Louis smiled at the boy who sat in his chair with the cheesiest grin plastered on his face.

His rosy, beautiful face.

"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" The older boy challenged. Louis liked this banter he had going on with Harry.

"Maybe I will." His eyes were latched onto Lou's and he completely forgot about the other people in the line waiting for their items to be scanned. "I um.. I don't know where you live?"

Louis laughed to himself at how adorable he was being.

"Okay, why don't you just give me your number and I'll text you, yeah?"

"Okay!" Harry squeaked, excited to have Louis' number on his phone. He didn't have many contacts besides his mother, sister and a couple girls from his church group. He placed the large phone into Louis' smaller hands and he stepped aside to allow the next customer to checkout.

Louis couldn't help but scroll through the list of girl names on Harry's contact list. He frowned at the ones with emoji's next to them.

"Somebody's popular with the women." Louis mumbled, typing his name in as Lou. He gave Harry his phone back and waved goodbye to the boy before jogging back down the road.

For some reason, Louis didn't like the idea of Harry being with someone. He was such a kind soul and would the perfect boyfriend to a lucky girl.

But Louis didn't want Harry to be taken.

Not even five minutes after their encounter, Louis received a text message.

077* *** ****; hello, lou.

Louis smiled at this, shaking his head softly. Before he could even reply, he received another one from the same number.

077* *** ****; this is harry, by the way. um, so i just wanted to know if i could still come to your party tonight?

And another one.

077* *** ****; but if you don't want to invite me, that's okay too. sorry for bothering you?

And, yes, another one.

077* *** ****; i'm sorry, is this louis from Tesco?

Louis; this be louis, yes.

077* *** ****: hello, lou! im sorry for texting you so much, you must be busy.

Louis; i'm busy doing nothing.

PrettyBoy; oh, haha. so, um, what's your address, might i ask?

Louis; oh, right.

Louis texted Harry the details of the party and smiled at how eager the younger boy was even over text.

PrettyBoy; see you in a bit, lou. xx

Louis; woah mate it's a bit early to be sending me kisses, at least buy me dinner first

PrettyBoy; true - how is Sunday for you?

Louis; smooth af

PrettyBoy; thank you, i aim to please

Louis; oh do you now?

Louis didn't want to think about how many girls Harry was pleasing.

PrettyBoy; yesssss.

Louis; well maybe you should learn how to please me ;)

PrettyBoy; ...

PrettyBoy; maybe i should. xx

PrettyBoy; see you in a bit, lou. xxx

Louis; later, pretty boy.