records: l.t. // h.s.

three

Louis feels as if all life has stopped and it's just Harry, standing there with a stupid smile on his face blinking at Louis. How can someone even look like that? When a deep cough escapes Harry's lips Louis is brought back into reality and remembers there's a record on the counter. Beethoven. Louis scoffs. Harry's smile falters and he tilts his head.

"What's wrong?"

Louis looks up back into those very clear and very pretty green eyes.

"Nothing. You just don't seem like the person to listen to classical music."

Harry's smile is back to its normal state and he leans his elbows on the counter as Louis struggles with the register, again.

"Oh? What music did you think I would listen to?"

Louis shrugs, "Maybe that weird indie shit?"

A low chuckle comes out of Harry and his smile is so wide that his dimples seem to be deeper than usual. The sound and sight is so beautiful Louis is weak in the knees. He did that. And he wants to make it happen again.

"You should never judge a book by its cover, Louis."

"You're a person not a book," Louis mumbles.

And that same beautiful sight from earlier happens again and Louis swears he's dreaming or being visited by an angel.

"Sassy," Harry grins.

Louis just shrugs and puts the money Harry has placed on the counter into the register.

"What music do you listen to, Louis?"

Louis stops placing the record in the bag for a brief moment at the mention of his name. After gaining feeling back, Louis continues his movements.

"Just whatever my mate plays around the flat I guess," Louis shrugs.

Harry's smile slowly fades, his lip in a straight line as he takes the handle of the bag in his hand, eyes still pouring into Louis's.

"Lou I finally found that wireless speaker you've wanted for the shower!"

Zayn's voice snaps Louis from his trance. He has a bag in his hand and a small box in his other, a huge smile on his face. Louis smiles back, ignoring Harry's stare.

"What color did you get?"

"Red of course," Zayn scoffs.

When Zayn comes behind the counter next to Louis, he places the bag on the floor and smiles at Harry.

"Hey mate nice to see you again. I see you found Louis?"

Harry nods slightly, never breaking his eyes from Louis. An awkward silence fills the store besides the faint sound of music.

"Well thanks again, Louis."

"Of course, Harry. Any time."

Harry's eyes shift between Louis and Zayn before landing back on Louis. He nods, brings the bag off the counter, and walks out the store.

"What was that about?" Zayn asks.

Louis shrugs. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.

"I have no idea."