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

seven

Harry has bought a record every single day this week. Louis takes that as a good sign. No he takes that as a great sign. What's even better is Harry asks for Louis to ring him up every time.

It's Friday now, which means Louis and Zayn are going to hang out after Zayn's shift. Usually they go to a bar or bowling, but an ice rank opened a couple blocks down and Zayn won't stop bothering Louis about it.

Right now Louis is waiting for Zayn's shift to end since it's almost eight. Zayn has finally allowed Louis to practice his football in the store again so that's what Louis is currently doing. His small feet move gracefully around the ball, his tongue sticking out a little in concentration. Try outs for the local soccer team are next week and Louis knows he's ready.

It isn't until a quarter until eight does Harry finally walk in. It's been colder lately so a lavender, knitted jumper is covering his torso and some white converse are on his feet. However, he still wears his usual ripped jeans.

After a week of constantly seeing Harry, Louis has gotten pretty good at keeping his breathe steady. He can now breathe for a whole minute until going into shock. Quite an achievement he thinks.

Like every other day this week, Louis walks behind the counter and waits only about a couple minutes before Harry places a Classical record down.

"Back to Classical?" Louis grins.

Another accomplishment was being able to talk to Harry without stuttering almost every other word. Louis is proud of himself.

"Missed it?" Harry smiles.

But no matter how good Louis has been able to stable himself around Harry, the smile always breaks him. He doesn't know why but it does. Maybe it's the dimples that make Louis's mouth go dry. Or maybe it's the way his pink lips turn up that makes Louis's knees lock. Or maybe it's the way Harry's eyes crinkle up that makes Louis's heart start beating twenty times faster.

Louis shrugs, "Thought you'd last another week before going back."

Harry's smile somehow gets wider. "Is that so?"

Before Louis can reply, the door to the store slams open.

"Let's go skating!" Liam yells, smile big.

Zayn jumps from the bean bag, practically running to Liam and wrapping himself around him. Louis smiles from the behind the counter as he hands Harry the bag with the record. Harry's eyebrows furrow as he watches Zayn and Liam give each other a quick kiss.

"It's closing time Lou, ready to go?" Zayn asks, his hand laced in Liam's.

"What is Louis doing behind the-"

Zayn cuts Liam off by nudging him in the ribs with his elbow and whispers 'I'll explain later'.

"Yeah just let me grab my bag."

Louis bends down, opens a drawer, and pulls his bag and ball out. When Louis is fully standing up he drops everything and nearly has a heart attack because what the fuck did Zayn just say?

"W-what?" Louis croaks.

Zayn shrugs, but there's a hint of a smirk, "I was just asking if Harry wanted to join us."

Louis can tell his eyes are wide and his mouth is open but he can't seem to grasp anything.

"I don't have skates."

That seems to snap Louis back to reality.

"Right-yes-yeah. He can't-he doesn't have skates."

Now there's a full on smirk on Zayn's face and Louis wants to slap it off.

"Don't be silly, you can rent some at the rink."

That's it. That's what breaks it. Louis has officially died and left this earth because Harry just agreed. Louis can barely make out what's happening as they wait for Zayn to lock up the store. Louis has no idea what's happening when they begin to walk towards the rink. And Louis has no clue what's happening when Harry looks down at him with that stupid smile and says he's happy to be hanging out with him.

Louis is completely out of his mind because he's about to hang out with Harry outside of that crappy record store.