Finer Furnishings (Larry Stylinson)

There is a big part of Louis that hates his job; he works most afternoons and Saturdays too. It's in a massive shop that's air conditioning is constantly freezing his bollocks off, and if he wasn't in desperate need of money, he'd throw a massive fit at how he was meant for better and make a huge deal of getting out of there.

Of course there's the fact that he really does need the money to contribute to keep his family safely under a roof and fed. He'd already lost three jobs before and he didn't want to loose this one however much he hated it.

He grabbed the first job he could lay his hands on and it just so happened to be one in a furniture shop and he couldn't think of anyplace worse, except maybe that job he'd had for ten minutes in a butcher shop and fainted when he walked into the back room.

He thought Finer Furnishings was the easy option really until he realised how tedious working there could actually be. He worked Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons with Niall, a bubbly Irish boy whose tongue had a mind of its own at the most inappropriate moments.

He also worked along side a rather brooding looking boy who was the complete opposite when you got to know by the name of Zayn on a Saturday. They were constantly trying to out do each other with different tasks and Saturdays seemed to fly by until one day they didn't.

It was one Saturday and possibly the worst Saturday Louis had had in a while. He was running late having heard fro his father after three years of silence that ended up in a rather mouthy conversation that involved more screaming than talking.

Then he picked up the twins from their swimming lesson on the other side of town before he walked them home, chucked them through the door of their house and run to the bus, only to have missed it. 

He then had to run through town as fast as he could, and to make matters worse, it started to pour with rain only a minute into his run.  

When he arrived into work ten minutes late he was in possibly the worst mood he'd ever been in and just wanted to go home and curl under his duvet and eat ice cream.

The first thing he did as he arrived at work was to smack into the automatic doors that never seemed to open quickly enough and walked backwards into Zayn as he seethed at the doors. 

"Louis, You smell like a wet dog" Zayn smiled grabbing his shoulders to steady him, Louis scoffed and wrinkled his nose at him

"Did you just call me a dog?" Louis asked

"You're a bit or a bitch, mate" Zayn laughed eyes taking Louis in "Are you alright?" He asked and Louis sighed to himself

"Funny, Zayn. And yes, I’m fine, chipper Infact." Louis replied, giving him a smile as Zayn rolled his eyes, obviously not buying the act.

"Just go help that guy out over there, he's been staring at that desk like it's going to pounce at him for about ten minutes now" Zayn said turning Louis around by the shoulder and pushing him in the direction of a boy

Louis was in no fit state to deal with a customer yet, he was soaked and according to Zayn he smelt, however true that was he didn't know. He subtly tried to sniff his armpit but to no avail.

He tried to slip past unnoticed by the boy to hurry to the small staff room and sit under the hand dryer in the staff bathroom for ten minutes but luck was apparently not on his side.

His soggy footsteps seemed to gain the attention of the boy for he looked over at Louis with wide green eyes and Louis grimaced at being caught. The boy looked down at Louis' wet work shirt and seemed to smile to himself before he looked back up.