Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

t h i r t y - o n e

"I need a job." I say, realising that my parents aren't going to pay for all the video games and other shit I buy. I sit into my chair and complain to Harry about needing to find a job but not being bothered. "They all rejected me. They're just bias towards short people."

"Shut up Louis." Harry whines, covering his ears and shaking his head. I chuckle and start complaining even more. "Louis! If you listened for once, I said 10 minutes ago that the bakery I work in is hiring people!"

"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" I tease, obviously knowing he said so, but just to annoying him some more. He sighs loudly and gets up from his chair. "Where are you going?"

"To get your damn job application." He says, trying not to laugh and be serious but eventually can't hold it in when I start pulling weird faces and pretending to be him. "Stop it, I have not to laugh at this serious matter." He pushes up his non-existant glasses.

"Whatever you say boss!" I say, saluting at him.

He logs onto his own laptop, which he has moved in here because he's in my house most of his life nowadays. He goes onto some website, which is weird because what small bakery has their own website.

"Louis! What's your full name?"

"Louis William Tomlinson. You should know that considering you're my boyfriend." I say and Harry still ends up blushing at the word, typing in my name.

"What qualities do you have that will help you stand out from the rest?" Harry asks and I think for a second.

"Write some shit about me being a good leader and work well in a team. Oh! And also I can socialise with the customers."

Harry ends up typing it all out for me, considering that he read my applications for other jobs and they were 'never going to make it even if a drug dealer was against me.' So this time he's typing it up.

"Done." Harry claims, pressing send.

"I still don't get why you're doing it for me though. It wasn't that bad last time." I say and Harry turns his chair around and lifts an eyebrow.

"They asked you what you want to learn from the experience and you said, 'I don't care I just want money so I can buy the new FIFA game.'" Harry justifies and I roll my eyes.

Come on, at least I'm honest! I did write that somewhere else on the application so at least they know for sure how honest I am.

Even though it might not always be a good thing.

"We'll probably get a reply back tomorrow. They're not very busy on their email." Harry explains and I nod. "It's your birthday in 3 days!"

Oh wait, it is isn't it? I didn't even remember.

"And then Christmas!" I say and Harry jumps off his seat.

"I'm gonna meet you here on your birthday at 12pm, I got an idea!" Harry says excitedly and I laugh.

"Or you could just stay over?"

"Or I could pick you up at 12?" Harry rebuts and I sigh.

"Piece of shit." I say and we both chuckle a little and I peck his cheek,

The rest of the day goes pretty normally. We hang out a bit, do all that couple-y stuff like kissing and cuddling, then we play video games and I beat Harry this time in Just Dance.

We should have done another bet so I could have got that frog back.

Eventually Harry decides to go home, since he hasn't stayed in his own house in more than a week and 'misses his parents.'

I say goodbye to him and he leaves, before I close the door and lounge on my couch.

I take out my phone to text Niall.

You: Hello Neil

White Boy Neil: Hello Tommo (A/N I DIED WHEN THEY DID THIS ON LOUIS' IG PIC)

You: What's good?

White Boy Neil: Eh nothing much, how's harry

You: being harry

White Boy Neil: Calmed down since we played football?

You: thankfully yeh

White Boy Neil: Thank god XD

You: I applied for a job

White Boy Neil: Oh shit another persons' gonna think you're a weirdo

You: WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY MY JOB APPLICATIONS SUCK

You: IM JUST HONEST

White Boy Neil: You said, when they asked you what you're good at, that you can bounce very high in bouncy castles and can say fuck in 23 different languages

You: WELL IT WAS TRU

You: IM GOOD AT THAT STUFF

White Boy Neil: THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT BY WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT

You: WELL IM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING ELSE

White Boy Neil: BULLSHIT

You: anyways harry wrote the application for me

You: he made it really boring

White Boy Neil: What did he write

You: "I am a good team leader and I work very well in groups. I have a great capability to speak to nearly everyone which will benefit the profits of the business as I can connect with the customers, making them feel more welcomed into the store. I also would make sure all my duties are being carried out to the best of my ability and for the benefit of the business as a whole."

You: ITS BAD

White Boy Neil: That's actually good

You: HOW

You: SO BORING

White Boy Neil: But its what theyre looking for

You: idc

You: IM NOT BORING LIKE THIS

You: THEYRE GONNA THINK OF ME AS BORING

White Boy Neil: Well no one can think of you as boring after that youtube video u posted

You: stfu

White Boy Neil: What were you even doing XD

You: HARRY FORCED ME

White Boy Neil: SURE

You: NEIL UR REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES

White Boy Neil: IM SURE THAT VIDEO DID TOO

You: ONE MORE COMMENT I SWEAR

White Boy Neil: ONE MORE COMMENT ON YOUR VIDEO? TBH IT IS REALLY POPULAR

White Boy Neil: 32K VIEWS?

You: that's it

You: ur blocked

You: bye

1 new spam message

White Boy Neil: Bye video man

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larry just admit it 

we all know ur gay