dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

six

six. 

The next day was tiring; I came into the store and went to the register. It was my turn to sit on my ass all day, and for Niall to do the dirty work. Yesterday after we ate, Zayn took Harry to the flat where they played some video games while I looked out the window seat and played a few games on my phone. After a few hours, Niall came around and picked me up, told me I looked like shit, and then we went to go get some takeout food to eat at my flat.

Harry didn't say a word to me after our conversation in the car. I felt pretty guilty, to be honest. I made the guy cry, right after therapy. If that isn't messed up, I don't know what is. I've come to the conclusion that maybe I shouldn't be around Harry; whenever I'm around him, I get so emotional and sick. I mean, I literally threw up at the park. Staying away from him is a smart choice. 

The dreams have completely stopped, I haven't been dreaming of anything since that one night. It's just plain blackness. Days have become a little exciting at the least, Niall is beginning to get ready to sing at some pubs around town. He's been coming by my house, singing along to The Killers a lot. It's a good thing he can actually sing, or I'd kick him out. But since he's alright, I sing along with him. I'm not the best singer, but I'm not terrible. It's just the fact that I really don't bother to peruse any career related to that matter.

"I think I love you better now." Niall sang to the broom in his arms. The teenagers in the corner started to giggle at him. "I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind, I'll do it for you in time. And out of all these things I've done, I think I love you better now." Niall then hugged the broom and swayed back and forth with it. 

I chuckled and laid my head on my arms, watching Niall slow dance with the broom. The teenagers in the corner were staring at me, Niall, and then giggling. Give it five minutes, one of them will walk up to me and ask for my number.

The door ringed, meaning someone came in. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Welcome to Blackwell's Bookshop."

The footsteps came to the desk and stopped. Groaning, I lifted my head to find none other, Harry standing at the front desk. I rubbed my eyes and looked again; he was definitely there. He wore a plain white t-shirt, causing his inked skin to pop out. A large black fedora was placed on his head and his curls were popping out. He looked handsome enough to cause me to pass out.

"Louis, we need to talk." He said, placing both hands on the desk. Niall in the background, was still singing and dancing with the broom. I looked back at Harry with wide eyes.

"Harry, we can't here." I told him. The same sick feeling entered my stomach, this is the reason why I should stay away from him.

"Look, we just need to-"

"Excuse me," A brown headed girl walked up to the register with her phone in her hand, holding it out to me. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"

Harry turned to the girl with an annoyed look on his face. "He's my boyfriend. And I would like to speak with him, alone." The girl frowned and ran back to her friend in the corner.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not your boyfriend. And that wasn't nice, Harry."

He let out a sigh. "We need to talk. Right now, before I change my mind and keep my distance."

"I think I like option number two."

"Louis, seriously. Can Niall take over for a bit? He doesn't look too busy." He glanced over at Niall.

Sighing, I stepped out from the register and stood next to him. "First off: How did you know I work here? Secondly, you owe me majorly." 

"I asked Zayn."