everything i need i get from you | larry

four

yo yo yooooooo!! heyyyyy hi yes it's me I've returned it's been a while (like months! sorry.) I'm trying to be faster with updating but it's hard bc I'm in my final year of school so stuffs tight (not the good kinda tight.) im also working on a bunch of other one shots and stuff bc I get bored of one thing fast and have to start something new and never finish it. BUT I WONT LET THAT HAPPEN WITH THIS STORY I SIMPLY WONT.

I would also like to address the way I'm writing this. I won't always switch POV like this I'm only doing this now so I can get the story moving a bit faster?? and hopefully better? and it won't be super confusing as to what Harry is thinking or Louis is thinking? anyways moving on!
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Curly. They spoke for all of three minutes and he already has a nickname.

Harry probably stays smiling at the door after Louis has walked out for a good minute.

He's just so lovely and his voice is so light and sweet, and his smile is really cute and... no.

No. He's dating Niall, his childhood best friend that he very recently got in touch with and is going to hang out with later in the week.

He shakes himself out of it and walks behind the counter and pulls an apron over his head. He's tying it in the back when he looks up and sees Mary still standing at the table she and Louis were previously sitting at with a hand on her hip and a very accusing raised eyebrow.

Harry blushes and averts his eyes clapping his hands together.

"Mary! Good Morning! What are we making up today?"

❁

Harry is wiping down tables after one of the last customers of the day and decides he's going to sweep before he finally closes up. Mary had already gone home a while ago so it's only him now.

He's locking the front door and pops in an earphone to listen to his playlist as he walks home. Harry hums along as he walks, the sun is nearly gone by now and he quickens his step just a bit, not too keen on being out late alone.

He unlocks the front door of his apartment and sighs heavily, glad to finally be home. Harry likes his small apartment, not many would (especially Damien) but he does. It's small and cute and cozy. Probably not the average home of a 21 year old man, with his pastel pink duvet, frilly accent towels, and scented candles everywhere.

Harry always was a bit more feminine but he wasn't able to fully embrace that side of him because Damien was always telling him he shouldn't be.

The boy toes off his boots and leaves them by the door along with his keys, coat and wallet.

He puts the kettle on his small kitchen and goes to his room to change into a pair of sweats.

He hums some jingle he remembers hearing as he pours his tea and puts in two sugars, he sits on his small cozy couch with his feet tucked underneath him.

Harry sips his tea and smiles small, he's in a good place, he's happy where he is.

❁

Harry wakes up on his couch and he groans because this is horrible for his back. He grudgingly pulls himself forward and groans again when his back aches.

It's time for morning yoga.

Afterwards he has a nice breakfast and Harry is feeling exceptionally better and is confident today will be a good day.

He has a day off from work so he decides he'll go to the record shop to pass some time, and if he also wants to see if Louis is working today but no one but him has to know.