The crisp air on that October morning cut through Louis' petite frame like a knife as he stepped over the threshold of his flat. He quickly shuffled his messenger bag so he could lock the door behind him before he shifted his scarf and fixed the collar of his peacoat to shield his neck from the oncoming winds. The young male made his way down his front steps and took off to start his day.
Even though the weather was changing and becoming more and more bitter as the days wore on, Louis felt renewed and rejuvanated. His summer hadn't exactly been ideal with his boyfriend breaking up with him, his best mate, Zayn, moving to America and he had lost his job with a local paper. He started to consider moving somewhere else due to his lack of money at the time. But things had started to turn around in the past month - Louis had managed to land a job with an underground magazine after he pitched an idea to them about a music column with an occasional book review. It wasn't much, but it was somewhere to start and the people on staff were much friendlier to him than any on the paper. They all shared many of the same opinions with him and they were all around the same age which Louis thought as a blessing. Louis saw this as a great opportunity to be apart of something that was like a blossoming flower and could easily help launch him along with the rest of the staff into promising careers.
And that's really why Louis was out of his house at 11am on a Tuesday. He was in desperate need of a new place to write since he was started to feel suffocated after being locked up for days on end, typing away. The young twenty-year-old thought he would change things up for a month or two and go to the local coffeeshop to work. He had remembered one just two blocks from his home when he had first moved in, but had never made his way over.
As he neared the shop, Louis read the sign for the first time.
Starlight Coffeehouse
"Interesting name," Louis mused, whispering to himself. He heard the faintest creak as he opened the door to reveal a moderately lit room of differents shades of green, brown and cream with christmas lights and lanterns strung wall-to-wall across the celing. There were couches lining the wall to his right with only piles of books seperating all three along with a large bookcase just after the final one into the corner near the final couch which was black pleather, it seemed. A few tables are scattered about to the left of the room right in front of the counter. There were bean bag chairs and large cushions surrounding a short table in the far back right corner which had its own lamps and more stacks of books. Each small section had a rug underneath, not one rug being the same anywhere.
Louis was overwhelmed, to say the least. The room before him was a hodgepodge as if a child had put it together, but it was an oddly beautiful hodgepodge at that. Louis set unbuttoned his coat and set it on the table next to him then slowly spun around, getting a look at the whole place while his mouth was ajar. His feet made their way back to the counter and in his daze, he knocked over a fold-up chalkboard with a quote of the day. "Oops!" Louis exclaimed, scrambling to set it back up before anyone noticed. Louis set his bag on the ground next to him and reached down to pick up the sign, but was startled when his hands brushed those of another person.
Louis quickly looked up to find two sparkling green looking at him with a kindness to them that Louis had never seen before. The person they belonged to had a soft yet chiseled face with small defining features. The stranger smiled warmly and very simply said, "Hi" in a deep, raspy voice that reminded Louis of warm summer breezes and melted chocolate.
A smile tugged at Louis' lips as he whispered, "Hi," back. But then reality brought him back to down to earth. "Oh!" Louis exclaimed. "The sign, shit!" Harry helped Louis get the chalkboard back up into its original position. "Um, thank you."
"Any time. " The mystery boy straightened up and walked past him to go around the front counter. "Now, what can I get for you?" The boy propped his elbows up on the counter and rested his head on his hands, looking at Louis thoughtfully.
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Coffeeshop Soundtrack - (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionAll Louis Tomlinson wanted on that cool day in October was nice cup o' coffee and a place to write. But instead what he got was Harry Styles, a boy who worked at the coffeeshop just a few blocks from his home. Little did Louis and Harry know that th...