loser - larry

2. what?

The One Where Louis Gets Confused:

i glared at him with the ugliest, meanest stare all day. he looked confused at first, then terrified, always checking on me to see if my eyes were still on him. it had only been two days since he peed on me but i was giving him hell.

eventually that turned into him smirking at me and my heart bursting with disgust. god, he is so gross i think i'm going to combust.

"why are you and green eyes looking at each other like you want to bend the other over a desk-" cara starts, approaching me. she probably just got on break, although my break already happened today, i'm still not working. i choose to spend my time more productively, which is what's expected of me to everyone here.

"why a desk?" i ask, my eyes still on harry's ass- harry- not his ass. and my chin in my palm.

"because teacher and student sex is always hot." she joins me and leans on the side of my checkout table.

"no. it's gross, unless the teacher is mr. efron or mr. 50 cent i don't oblige." i answer. i don't know 50 cent's real name but, lord he's sexy.

"50 cent?" she looks at me questionably. "i wouldn't take you for the type.. not that i'm too surprised." she pauses and looks at me. "i say that because you're a whore, just to be clear."

"he's hot, i can't deny it. i don't deny people i'm attracted to. i openly allow them to attract me and thats it." i answer matter-of-factly. "remember mr. bartelink?" i sucked my history teacher off sophomore year. the sexual tension in that classroom was ridiculous, i was sixteen and he was only twenty-two, literally the youngest he could've been so it wasn't that ridiculous. although, with his looks and dick, i would've done it if he was fourty-two.

"you don't seem to be following that moral with curly over there." she nods her head in his direction. he's got a cocky smirk that pisses me off, but is also really hot.

forget i said that.

"shut up, ogre." i insult and shoo her away with my hand, never taking my eyes off of checkout two.

"i'm just saying, the sexual tension is giving me a killer headache so either go for it or stop looking at him like that." cara says, sitting down and rubbing her temples. probably because she has a hangover, but i'm too busy defending myself to acknowledge that.

"like what?" i ask, insecure. i wonder if i might have been giving off the wrong vibe. like instead of angry, angrily horny.

"like you want to attack him and rip his clothes off. you keep licking your lips, its freaking me out." cara winces.

"this is just you guys sexualizing me. everything i do has to be sexual, just because i'm gay." i try to defend, but i know this is a lie. please, all i ever am is sexual. i've given almost every guy here a handjob. it's second nature for me, but this time isn't like that and i can hardly blame it on them to think so.

"whatever you say, tiny. just make sure you lock the doors next time you two go into the bathroom together, last time was pretty freaky i heard." she winks.

"what? car, he peed on me!" i yell. this was one thing i couldn't deny to be true. that fool peed on me.

"you probably liked it." she smiles smugly at my desperate character.

"isn't your break over now?" i roll my eyes and she sees herself out with an annoying chuckle.

-

"hey louis." harry smiles obnoxiously as i approach my checkout station. ashton found me in the lounge and forced me to come out here.

"don't talk to me." i walk past him swiftly, making sure my ass is popping with every step.

"i'm just being civil." he chuckles and looks back to his phone. our target isn't the busiest, as you can tell by all the hard work we do.

"you peed on me. all reason to be civil is gone. now we just awkwardly ignore each other. that's socially acceptable protocol so zip your lips, mr. styles." i look back just to speak and whip my head around afterwards.

"you enjoyed it, i know it." he laughs, obviously teasing me.

"ew." i gag. "besides, your dick smells like raw meat that's been left in the boiling sun for three days and seasoned with ass juice."

"how would you know?" he says but before i can respond he talks. "i mean, if you're curious all you have to do is ask."

"you're so ugly." i say in disgust.

"aw, that's not what liam and el told me you said." he smiles smugly as i turn around with an evil look.

"what did you just say?" i turn around slowly.

"they said that, quote, 'who in god's name is that fine piece of exclusively holy spirit carved, tom ford model ass is that' unquote, was your first impression of me." he smiles.

"false." i respond, trying to seem uphased by him and his shockingly accurate quote.

"you know," he pauses waiting for me to turn around. "i thought you were quite hot when you approached me."

"all attraction i could have possibly had for you, which i didn't ever have, actually, would be utterly and completely gone." i said, annoyed, although it was nice to hear someone call me hot.

"you sure?" he asks, approaching my checkout swiftly. he hops over the small gate that only lengths to about his knees.

"what are you doing?" i turn around, rolling my eyes. he places his hands on my back and slowly presses his body against mine.

i want to yell at him or vomit or anything but instead, i stare at him with parted lips and shocked eyes wondering what the hell he's doing.

he trails his hand up my shirt and on to the small of my back. "this doesn't..." he stares down at my body, his eyes following up every inch of it before eye contact is restored. "do anything to you?"

"i.. uh-no.." i start before a boy with spikey grey hair and a big jean jacket and another boy with brown hair and a short build barge in. the short one's riding a skateboard and had a beanie on.

"let's go bitch." the one with grey hair yells from the front of the store at harry, hands cupped around his mouth to intensify the sound.

harry chuckles at me and jogs away, checking the time to make sure he isn't leaving early. it's 1:30 so he's free to leave now. it's tuesday, so he gets off thirty minutes before me.

"see you later, lou." he winks, jogging away with his sweatshirt in his hands, laughing with the two boys and out of the store leaving me confused and annoyed at the way he made me speechless.