Je Ne Parle Pas L'Anglais (Larry Stylinson)

-Chapter Two-

Chapter Two

Louis often slept in Zayns bed, neither minded and it made Louis feel a little less lonely, which was no doubt his greatest fear. Being alone. Not that anyone knew this.

Louis awoke the next morning on the floor by Zayns bed and yawned loudly gripping the side of the bed to pull himself up, all he managed to achieve was pulling the blankets off Zayn and onto a pile on his head. He sat up and threw them off him as Zayn groaned and threw an arm over his face. Louis watched him as Zayns unfocused eyes landed on Louis.

“Rise and shine Treacle, it’s Sunday and business will be booming” He said standing up from the floor and placing the covers back on the bed.

“It’ll be dead and it’s my day off” Zayn replied turning away from Louis and hauling the sheets over him, hiding him from Louis’ view. Louis sighed and walked out of the room and towards his own, tripping over the sofa, somehow managing to spin around and land on the floor with a thud.

“I’m moving that stupid sofa” Zayn bellowed, voice muffled into his pillow. Louis pulled himself off the floor rubbing his back attentively before walking into the bathroom, flinging his shoe towards the kitchen with the other before getting into the shower with a relaxed exhale.

Sundays at the café were easy, Louis would work twelve until ten and time would drag, but Louis could cope with that.

He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, writing a message on the steamed up mirror for Zayn when Zayn had a shower later. He walked into his room and squeezed into his skinny jeans once again, jumping up and down and lying on the bed to do the button up. He put on a black jumper before walking out of his room and popping his head into Zayn room.

“See you tonight Honey. I may go out and get drunk because I haven’t in a while so, if you want to come, meet me at the café before I lock up” He said and Zayn grunted in acknowledgement

Louis left the flat with a skip in his step which he regretted immediately as he slipped and slid down the stairs on his bum landing next to the stain in the carpet, he scuffled up rubbing his bum and scowling at the stairs as he walked out of the door to the street.

He walked into the café waving at Pierre as he walked into the kitchen and walked behind the counter, using the hatch that was opened for once.

Louis poured himself a cup of tea and sighed leaning back against the counter, he liked Sunday lunch because he opened the restaurant and it was just him and Pierre until three, when Florence would join them. But today he was obviously not as lucky because the door opened and Louis looked up to see Harry walking into the café. He choked on his tea cringing as it burnt his throat. Harry smiled at him and walked over

“um, Bonjour” Harry said slowly and Louis wanted to bury his head in the coffee machine and drown himself.

“Bonjour ‘arry, ca va?” He asked carefully, really he should have just spoken in English, but apparently his brain didn’t function like that.

“Um” Harry frowned and Louis hid a smile because Harry really didn’t know any French at all, Louis pointed at Harry and then gave him a thumbs up before raising his eyebrow questioningly, wondering why he was still playing at this, because he could easily tell Harry he wasn’t actually French, but somehow he couldn’t.

Harry seemed to understand and gave Louis a thumbs up, Louis smiled shyly pointing at the coffee machine, Harry shifted before nodding slightly

“thé? Coffee?” he asked in his best French accent