It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

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Louis Tomlinson was not a badass.

He's a dumbass, Harry thought in amusement. The boy standing in front of him looked absolutely desperate, something that Harry never thought he'd see.

"Come on, mate. You've got an opening! The fuckin' sign on the door says Help Wanted! Help me out a little."

"You weren't saying that when you and your group were saying shit about me."

Harry wasn't a badass either, but at least he didn't try to convince people that he was. The bad thing was that Louis had the rest of the class fooled — but not Harry. Louis was just like everyone else, only with a better car and better house and bad attitude.

"What do you want me to do about that? Go back in time and tell myself not to call you gay?"

Harry grinned cheekily. "That'd be a start."

Louis groaned. "I just need the job. This is the only place in town that's hiring."

"Louis Tomlinson? Groveling? Wow, never thought I'd live to see the day."

"I will get on my knees and start begging, mate. I'm serious about this job."

"At least buy me dinner first," Harry teased. Because while he was at the top of his class, definitely gay, and more-or-less a nerd, he was also a tease.

Louis rolled his eyes. "I didn't come here to be hit on by you. I came here for a job."

"Let me let you in on a little secret, Louis," Harry said, pausing just to make Louis angrier. "This bakery deals in customer service. Now, I doubt you've ever worked for anything a day in your pretty, perfect, over-pampered life, but when you work in customer service, you're supposed to be polite. Nice, even." When a customer walked in, Harry said, "Let me show you. Hi, Marie. How're you doing today?"

The older lady smiled. "Just fine. How about you? And that mother of yours?"

"We're doing great. Mum just got a new cat — another one. Can I get you the usual?"

"And a cup of tea, thank you, dear."

Louis stood angrily by the side, watching Harry's façade of niceness taking over his entire physique. His calm, collected banter only made Louis even madder. This boy was nothing but trouble, and only Louis saw it.

"See? That's how you do it."

"That was the most fake thing I've seen in my entire life," Louis claimed. "And trust me, I'm surrounded by fake things."

"You are one. Listen, Ken, I'm going to need you to show me that you're more than just an asshole before I give you this job, because this bakery is known for making people feel comfortable and at home."

Louis was puzzled. "Why'd you call me Ken?"

"Oh, my god, you're positively clueless. I'd call you Barbie, but that could be seen as offensive. So I called you Ken, her equally plastic male boyfriend. When you can show me that you're not just some kid who doesn't care about his future and who goes around calling kids gay as if it's something to be ashamed of, that's when I'll rethink. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were gay yourself and just couldn't accept it."

"And you call me an asshole." Louis huffed.

Then, the bell over the door rang, and one of the guys from school walked in. Louis knew him, and was friends with him, but the look on Harry's face when he saw him completely gave him away.

"Hey, Alex. What can I get you?"

This was absolutely hilarious to Louis. The asshole gay nerd liked a jock. A straight jock. Harry's eyes shone and he was smiling the entire time, the way Louis's friends told him he looked like when he liked that one girl in junior year.

Poor Alex seemed completely oblivious to Harry's rambling conversation and kind words. Alex had good grades, but he lacked about half of his common sense, including when someone was flirting with him. This was comedic gold.

When he left, Louis couldn't contain his laugh. "Oh, my god, that was the best thing I've ever seen. You like him, don't you?"

"I don't know what makes you say that," Harry hummed noncommittally.

"Listen, just because you're super gay, it doesn't mean you can just hit on every guy from school who walks in. That's assault right there."

"Okay, I'm sick and tired of your rude, homophobic, and untrue comments towards me. You're no better than me just because you have money, or a nice house, or because you're straight and you have tons of friends. You aren't better than me in any way, so why don't you just get out of my life and stay out of it!"

"Just give me the fucking job and I'll be out of here!"

"You don't get to order me around. I don't like you, unlike everyone else at school. You can call me gay and knock my books out of my hands and make fun of me as much as your little heart desires, but you do not get to tell me what to do. The entire school may worship you just because you're not ugly, but I won't. You don't get to come in here and demand a job from me."

"What do you want me to do in order to get this job?"

"I told you. Convince me you're not an asshole, and maybe I'll reconsider."

Louis groaned. "Come on."

"Go ahead, pretty boy. Not going anywhere, because I have a job, unlike you."

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