Then I Met You

Then I Met You

by midnightskies (archive)

Harry and Louis always called it fate that they met, what are the chances that Louis Tomlinson, famous British born actor would stumble across Harry Styles, normal boy from Cheshire who held no extraordinary qualities in his opinion. Though Louis tended to disagree.

It was a Friday that they met, Harry always found this ironic, as Friday always used to be his least favourite day, he found the day very over rated. However, after meeting Louis it was his favourite day, because that's the day his life changed for the better, of course.

Harry was working in the bakery he'd been working in since he was 16 years of age and was legally allowed to earn his own money in the world, Harry never really celebrated birthdays, he didn't really like the fuss and the waste of money on just another day, but his 16th he couldn't wait for. Finally he'd be able to get a job, and help his mum out, see Harry was not a selfish person, and he didn't like taking things from others, and him earning his own money, made spending money easier for him. It always felt nicer for him to spend his own hard earned money rather than his mothers. It was a normal Friday afternoon, Harry could now work more hours in the bakery rather than just Saturdays as he was now 19 years old and it was the Summer and he had recently returned home from his first year of University where he was studying Law.

This Friday in the bakery wasn't that different from any others, however, Harry was working on his own, over the years they'd come to trust him more, and they knew he'd be able to handle the undoubtedly quiet Friday afternoon in the bakery. Quite ironic really, Friday always seemed to be their least busy day, maybe it was because everyone was too preoccupied thinking about the weekend to even consider coming into the bakery, and buying what Harry thought to be the best cupcakes he'd ever tasted, though his opinion could be bias, as he made the cupcakes. Harry was sitting behind the counter reading some book that he'd picked up from the library that at first seemed interesting but the more he read he found it boring, as much as he wanted to stop reading because he couldn't stand the clichéd plot line, he needed to find out what happened. He was so engrossed into the stereotypical boy meets girl plot line that he didn't even hear the bell of the door sounding; he didn't notice anyone enter the bakery until he heard someone clear their throat. He was so startled he almost fell off his chair, he dropped the book on the floor, cursing himself as he lost the page, "Oops," he said more to himself than anyone else. He heard a chuckle, reminding him that there was someone else present in the room.

He looked up, and he was amazed. He'd never seen anyone with such piercing blue eyes, Harry liked to think they were like the sky and the ocean, both very free things, and both very much important to living. Quite ironic when Harry looked back really as Louis was almost essential to Harry living. Standing in front of him was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen, he looked so fragile yet so dangerous. He was wearing a black low-neck line top so Harry could see his tattoos on his chest, they marked his skin so perfectly, his hair was styled in a quiff, but it was not perfect, it almost gave the vibe that he didn't care, but Harry was almost certain that he did care.

"Hi, um, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I just hide in here for a bit?" The unnamed boy said in his voice which held such a distinct accent that Harry knew he wasn't a local, and gave Harry a reassuring smile, Harry wondered how he'd lived his whole life content without seeing a smile as genuine as his, when he smiled it was like his whole face lit up, his eyes sparkled making them look even more like the sky on a sunny day, his eyes also had crinkles by them, which Harry couldn't help but find adorable. Harry then suddenly realised that he'd been looking at the boy without saying anything for some time, he quickly blushed, and looked down while trying to compose himself.