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

six

It's Monday.

Louis agreed to hang out in the record store, but only because Zayn promised to take him to the restaurant down the street. He did not agree because of a certain curly haired boy. Of course not. Not at all. Nope. No.

For some reason the store is busier than usual today so Zayn is constantly behind the counter. Unfortunately, this leaves Louis to his own. His own sketches. His own dribbling. And sadly, his own thoughts.

Louis was practicing his dribbling but got yelled by Zayn after he hit a customer in the head. Twice. Now he either can lay here and think about Harry or sketch. He decides to go with the latter.

Louis takes out his journal and pencil, deciding to stay away from the color this time. Louis's journal only has a few pages left and is practically full of everything remotely related to Harry. Green eyes, chestnut curls, and even his tattoos. Louis really is going insane.

Except this time he decides to draw some tattoo ideas for himself. And after about an hour of sketching whatever came to mind, Louis decides on the one he sketched first. A dagger. Louis is proud of it and takes note it's probably one of his best sketches yet.

Louis is starting on another sketch when the little bell above the door rings. It's been ringing all day but for some reason Louis looks up this time and for fucks sake. If it isn't the one and only, Harry.

No matter how long it's been and how annoyed Louis is at Harry, Louis can still feel the air being sucked out of him. How does someone even have this affect on Louis? It should bother him but it doesn't.

Louis is so focused on trying to breathe, he doesn't even realize Harry towering over him beside the couch.

"You're back?"

Louis snaps out of his trance and looks up. How are someone's eyes so fucking beautiful? Louis thinks he's going to faint right then and there.

"Uh-Er-Yes?" Louis squeaks.

Louis doesn't know why but that causes Harry's signature smile to come out. His dimples and everything.

"Could you help me find a record then?"

Louis can't find words so he simply nods, placing his stuff in his bag and standing up. That's when Louis realises how short he is in comparison to Harry because he has to look up at him. Harry just smiles down at Louis, their eyes locked.

"I was looking for The Fray."

Louis just nods and leads the way to a bin. Harry stands beside him as he shuffles through the numerous records until Louis finally finds The Fray and hands it Harry.

"Could you ring me up?" Harry grins.

Louis doesn't say anything, just walks behind the counter as Harry sets the record down. They stand in silence because Louis is so sure if he opens his mouth he'll say something so fucking stupid.

When Louis is done, he hands Harry the bag and attempts a smile. However Harry doesn't smile back, just grabs the bag and turns around.

What the actual fuck is wrong with Louis?

Harry is halfway out the door before turning around when Louis stutters, "H-harry!"

Shit. Louis was just about to ask him on a fucking date.

"Uh-see you-um-around?"

A long sigh leaves Harry as he nods and turns to leave, leaving Louis to listen to that stupid bell.