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

four

A month. It has been a month since Louis last saw Harry at the record store and he's going insane. His journal is now halfway full of sketches of Harry or anything remotely related to Harry. Green eyes, dimples, pink lips, chestnut curls. That's all Louis can think about. Louis literally thinks he's losing his mind. He spent three and a half weeks seated on that couch waiting for Harry to walk through that door.

But after those hopeless days, he gave up. Louis now spends his time practicing on the field and just hangs with Zayn when he gets home from work. Zayn hasn't mentioned how Louis never comes to the store anymore and for that Louis is thankful. He really just doesn't want to talk about it. However, every Friday he does accompany Zayn at the store since they always go out afterwards.

Today is Friday.

Zayn is convincing Louis to get a job to help pay rent but Louis assures him that he will just become a famous football player soon and everything will be okay. Louis always says that when they have this discussion and Zayn always rolls his eyes to end the conversation. Except this time Zayn doesn't roll his eyes because just at that moment that stupid, curly haired boy walks into the shop.

Louis freezes all over because who the hell does this boy think he is? He's wearing a stupid white t-shirt that honestly doesn't hide anything. And he has those usual stupid, ripped jeans and stupid, brown boots. Seriously, who does he think he is?

Harry doesn't look at Louis though, or even Zayn. He simply walks to the records and looks through. Louis feels like he's about to cry because Harry isn't searching through the 'Classical' bin, he's searching through the fucking 'Indie' bin.

The store is quiet but Louis swears his heart is beating so loud and fast everyone within a ten mile radius can hear it. If they can, Zayn or Harry or even that lady by the 'Pop' bin don't react to it. Louis takes that as a good sign. As a sign that his heart isn't mere seconds from exploding. How does some stupid boy even have this affect on Louis?

When Harry finally has three records, three, in his hand, he walks to the counter. Louis isn't by the register though, he's in the bean bag hidden behind the counter where Zayn usually seats for breaks.

"Look who finally came back!" Zayn grins.

Louis cringes because Harry isn't smiling or anything, he just has this straight face on. This bothers Louis. Without giving a second thought, Louis pushes himself up and nudges Zayn aside so he's in front of Harry. Harry's lips twitch slightly upward but it's not very noticeable.

"Indie today?" Louis smiles.

"Thought I'd get a few since that is apparently what I appear to listen to."

Harry's voice seems deeper and slower than usual. Louis tries to take in the way it sounds for memory.

"How's Zayn?" Harry mumbles.

Louis looks around the store to find Zayn cleaning a few records on the floor with his legs crossed. Louis smiles.

"Good. Bit annoying lately but good."

Harry raises an eyebrow as Louis struggles to find a button on the register. "Annoying?"

"Yeah. Been bugging me to get a job."

Harry nods with his bottom lip between his teeth. Louis feels his knees lock because bloody hell.

"He seems nice."

Louis's eyebrows furrow. "Yeah he's cool. Really good friend."

"Friend?"

Louis nods, shoving the money into a random slot again. Zayn is going to get mad at that.

"Don't you guys share a flat?"

Louis shrugs. "He's a nice room mate too."

Harry's eyebrows are knitted together as he grabs the bag from Louis. Fuck his hands are so big compared to his own.

"Well it was nice seeing you again, Harry."

For some reason that seems to take him out of whatever he was thinking about and look up to Louis. His eyes don't seem as bright as usual but they're still so beautiful Louis could stare at them all day.

"Thanks again, Louis," Harry grins.

It's been a while since Louis has seen that beautiful smile and he's pretty sure it's not even real. How can someone smile so perfect? Louis is starting to struggle to breathe.

Harry finally turns on his heel and opens the door. The bell above the door works now and rings, causing Harry to look up. Somehow his smile seems to get wider and he looks back at Louis.

"Cute," Harry says but Louis can't tell if he's talking about him or that stupid bell.