Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Louis

"I have absolutely no intention of catching feelings or trusting anyone anymore, so I would suggest you to go to someone else." Of course I told this to a woman that came to me the first five minutes I stepped into this club this weekend and I am so proud of myself for that. Trusting humans is something I promised myself I will never do again so they shouldn't waste time. Being a lawyer is fun and when I have interesting cases to work on it is very interesting but when my office desk is empty, dust builds up on it and employees looking at me bored, of course I am bored too. And this week is one of those weeks, I call them "No action weeks". 

Why do people like peace?

I don't like peace so I opened a coffee shop and to understand how bad the situation is, I started working as a waiter there. The biggest lawyer in London working as a waiter at his own coffee shop. Funny situation and I hate it. I don't know what I hate more, the boredom or the way I have to tell my own body to not react to a stranger. A complete stranger. And other than that it's the tiramisu, I still don't have tiramisu. I am a perfectionist and my chef is not doing a good tiramisu, I don't like it and if I don't like it, I don't give it to people. He became a loyal customer fast, which I didn't expect. I opened this coffee shop for a week now and he walked inside every single day. No, I wasn't expecting him everyday. He's always alone which makes me ask myself if he has any friends. 

You're thinking about him again, Louis!

Yes, this is something I am doing way too often for my liking. He's interesting, like a case. An unsolved case that hides the deepest secrets. If there's something I will always admit is that I like men that are not afraid to show people they are powerful and confident and he is more than that. He is like a king. He walks like he rules the world and yes that is something very different. Something I appreciate a lot. Unlike most of the men in this club, girls that seem way too soft for my liking, he is that kind of man that would make anyone think twice before going to him even though he's drunk as hell. 

"Oi man, who are you thinking about?" I hear this after I feel an arm around my shoulders. These are the kind of people I'm talking about. I remove his arm and turn to him. 

"Do I know you?" 

This makes him walk away and I shake my head returning to my glass of whisky. I take a sip and hear, even though the music is loud, a male voice. "Hey princess, let's dance!" I turn my head to my right and see him. The man that comes to the coffee shop. He wears some beautiful boots, skinny jeans, and a red shirt that has just two buttons buttoned. Yes, I realized that red is his favorite color. He's away from me but I can see he is not in the mood of being called princess tonight. He turns to that man and says "I prefer not to." I am a good lip reader and this time it really helped. I would have backed off right now but he didn't. He raised his hand, sliding it around his waist and pulling him off the chair. He looks at him shocked but doesn't move. 

Maybe he's nothing like I imagined.

He gives him a flirty smile, rubs his thumb on his lips and looks at him right in the eyes and says loud and clear. "If you don't want to have a broken arm in five seconds I advise you to take it off of me." Now you would believe that he got the message, I'll tell you something. He didn't get the message and he went in to touch his hair and I would tell you what happened if I wouldn't have been so shocked because in the next second that man is on the ground crying in pain and he is looking at him deadly in the eyes. "I think you should find someone else to kiss your booboo and make it better and this time, it better be someone who wants and allows you to get closer, understood?" And as I expected this time he nodded terrified and backed off and he went back to his glass of red wine like nothing happened. I stared at him some more seconds because what I just saw was something in the premiere. Because he just put a man down like it was nothing and as someone who did boxing for years, that is something and requires strength. 

Good thing strength is something he definitely has.

As if he felt my eyes on him he looked right to his left meeting my eyes. He gives me an up and down look which is understandable because he only saw me in black pants and white shirts and now I wear some black jeans and a tank top. His eyes turn back to my eyes and we stare at each other. I force myself to not look anywhere else but his eyes because anything else will make me go crazy. He takes the glass of wine and drinks from it without breaking eye contact and now I feel invisible, like he can see all my secrets, all my fears, he has an incredible power and he's not afraid to show it. I can swear I saw a little smile forming when he places his lips on the glass and that makes me wonder if he knows the power he has. A woman comes right in the middle and ends our eye contact and I would lie if I'd say it doesn't piss me off because watching his eyes is my new favourite hobby, of course against my will.

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Meeting outside the cafe definitely did some magic between them huh? Harry starts making his way to Louis' mind more and more, but what about Louis?