Our Chance to be Brave*Larry Fanfic*

LOUIS' POV

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Another boring, lonely day going to the nearest shop. This boy had come to "Cup Of Tea" bakery every morning for a year. He wasn't expecting this day to be any different.

"Good morning Louis!" The bakery worker with the name tag "Rachel" waved at Louis and gave him a big smile.

"Morning Rae." Louis returned the smile gladly.

Louis ordered the same thing everyday. A blueberry muffin and a cup of Yorkshire tea. His smile grew wide as he saw a taller boy with a whole head of dark curls trying very hard to get a very uncomplicated order completed. 'He must be new.' Louis thought to himself as the boy used the wrong cup for his tea.

Rachel walked up to his booth, smoothing her apron, putting down his muffin and tea.

"Bad bloody news, Lou." Rae shook her head, scooting in the booth with Louis.

"What?!" The young boy slid over so that Rachel could have enough room to sit.

"We are closing down! You'll have to find a new bakery and I have to find myself a new job. I feel bad for this newbie. Poor lad didn't know anything about it going out of business." Louis knew this was the opportune time to strike up conversation about this guy.

"Oh, no! Rachel I'm so sorry!" The young man struggled for what to say next, trying to find the perfect way to bring up 'the newbie', "Speaking of the newbie, who is he?" Louis tried to seem as calm as possible. Rachel hadn't known he was gay at that point and he thought she might even have a crush on him.

"Oh I think his name is something proper. Sounds british." Rachel nodded, content with her answer.

"Well we do live in UK sooo..." Louis trailed off, making Rachel giggle and hit his arm.

"Well duh!" She flirted a tad too obviously for Louis' liking, "But he's wiked cute. Gives me something to stare at during this boring job." Rachel then started fake sobbing about losing her boring stupid job that she loved. "Anyways, I gotta get back to work. later, love." Rachel patted Louis' arm and went back to work, showing the curly haired boy the way of the job.

Louis loved watching this boy. The way he moved, the way he worked, the way he got frustrated, the way he laughed at himself. This boy had a beautiful laugh and beautiful lips that Louis would quite like to kiss.

Louis remembers the first time he saw this boy's eyes:

Louis had already finished his muffin, and his tea was getting cold but he just couldn't stop watching this new worker.Rachel just showed him how to brew coffee. His back was facing Louis when he spilt some hot coffee. The other boy cursed and the sound of his voice gave Louis chills. The curly-haired boy turned around to get some napkins and it caught Louis off-guard. This boy's eyes were so shockingly green. His features so perfect. The way he creased his eyebrows while he was concentrating. His broad shoulders. His toned torso. But the thing Louis had fallen in love with first was his eyes.

And in that moment, Louis knew he wouldn't stop 'till they surrender.

HARRY'S POV 

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"Ello sir what can I get you today?" The very loud waitress asked a boy who was sitting all alone. The waitress noticed the dark curls, the bright eyes, the enticing smile.  

"Oh. Yes, I would like just a cup of Yorkshire tea please, thanks." The curly haired boy handed the staring waitress his non-used menu. 

"I'll need your name," The boy told her his name was Harry,"It will be out in just a second, love." The waitress named Rita winked and the young boy put on a fake smile. He didn't like being called love by strangers. He was feeling kina low lately about losing his job at another bakery. He shrugged it off and looked around the place. 

Nice looking place. Kind of a pale color. Doesn't feel like home. The young boy's name, Harry, was called from the counter as he stood up to get the tea.  

On his way back to his seat he noticed such a gorgeous creature sitting afar. Holding some Yorkshire tea. 

Why did he feel this way? His hands were sweaty, his heart beat fast. His head was pounding. What to do? What to say? Why was this happening? 

Harry didn't have time to think when the other young boy looked up at him, his bright blue eyes glimmering like a pond in spring. And that's what Harry felt like. He felt warm. And happy. And comfortable. Like spring.  

And then something happened. The other boy made eye contact(this boy seemed to recognize him)with him and instantly he wanted him. He wanted everything to do with this boy and he wanted to know everything he knows and do everything he does. He wanted to sing to him and run his hands through his thick brown hair. He wanted to spend late night with him talking and writing songs. He wanted to kiss this boy until it was sunny the next day. He wanted to love this boy. 

Yet they haven't even met. 

Before now, Harry hadn't believed in love at first sight. And he didn't know how to react. So when this beautiful boy who was also sitting alone raised his tea glass in recognition, Harry stumbled on what to do. His mind raced. He tried lifting his cup but he tripped over his toe and spilt the newly-brewed, hot tea all over his big, tanned hands. He looked up, red-faced, at the blue eyed boy. He had already looked down, cleaning up residue from his blueberry muffin. Harry sighed, grabbed some thin, cheap napkins and cleaned himself up.  

He felt so let down. He felt forgotten.  

Even though this boy had forgotten him, he will never forget this beautiful, blue eyed boy that loves Yorkshire tea.

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