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

eleven

It's been a week since Louis got the tattoo. Harry hasn't come by the record store and Louis isn't worried.

He knows Harry will come by.

It's Friday again and Louis is tracing the outline of his new tattoo when Zayn sits next to him.

"I need you to watch the store while I go pick something up."

Louis just nods and gets up to go behind the counter. Zayn leaves at the sound of that stupid bell, leaving Louis alone to sketch in his new journal.

Business is slow and Louis only has to ring up a young girl and a man with an awful looking beard.

When no one comes in after half an hour, Louis starts practicing his dribbling. His small feet work quickly around the ball and he's doing good until he trips a little, sending the ball flying across the room and sending him to land his ass on the hard floor.

"Shit," Louis mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and laying down on the floor.

"You okay?"

Startled, Louis sits up quickly, kicking whoever in front of him. After hearing the thump of them falling, Louis peeks an eye open and feels like curling into a ball. It's fucking Harry.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," Louis stutters as he crawls next to Harry. "You scared me, you twat. Are you okay?"

Harry sits up, his face inches away from Louis.

"My ass hurts," Harry groans.

Harry is so close to Louis, Louis thinks he may faint.

Louis can see the pink tint of Harry's lips so nicely. Louis can see the blush in his cheeks. Louis can smell the strong scent of Harry's cologne.

"Lou," Harry whispers so quietly Louis isn't sure if he heard him correctly.

Louis swears Harry is leaning in and he does the same.

"Lou, I'm back!"

Harry and Louis snap away from each other to look at Zayn, who just simply walks past them to the counter.

Louis clears his throat, "What are you doing here anyways?"

Harry looks back to Louis, a smile on his face as he brings the record in his hand up.

"Hozier?" Louis questions with an eyebrow raised.

Harry looks at Louis with that look. "I just had to get our song."

Louis's eyebrows furrow, "Our song?"

Harry nods, "Like Real People Do."

Louis smiles and stands up, reaching his hand out. "Let me ring you up."

Harry stares at Louis's hands and then at Louis's eyes. He smiles and grabs ahold of the hand.

And he smiles even more when he looks at their tattoos lined up. The rose and the dagger.