night shift // l.s.

three

unknown: harry?

harry responded moments later.

harry: the one and only ;)

unknown: its louis. the bartender at bounty

harry changed the contact name once he found out who it was.

harry: hello there bartender. how have you been?

louis: ive been good. how about yourself?

harry: quite fantastic. how is bounty?

louis: never changes lol

harry: do you work tonight?

louis: yes

harry: okay. i might drop by and see you.

louis: sounds like a plan!

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it was almost an every night thing that harry would stop by bounty, get a beer and dance with louis on his break. louis didn't mind, it made time go by faster and he actually enjoyed the company of the beautiful green eyed man.

"he's hot," niall said as harry walked through the doors.

"how many times are you going to say that?" louis asked him, grabbing a beer and placing it in harry's spot. it was on the end of the bar, next to the edge. it gave harry the chance to notice his surroundings and stare at louis' bum as he walked the opposite way.

"hi beautiful," harry smiled as he sat down. louis popped the cap off of the bottle and leaned against the counter.

"hey," louis grinned. "is this going to be happening alot more now?"

"sure is," harry replied after taking a drink. he was absolutely breathtaking. his hair had grown a little from the first time they met. it was now touching his shoulders. he had a solid black button up on, the top two buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. his many tattoos were on display and louis looked at him questioningly after noticing the naked mermaid on his arm.

"i was drunk," was all harry replied and louis laughed.

"it's weird," the bartender replied.

"her name is irma, and she has feelings. leave her alone," harry took another drink of his beer.

"mister big bad harry says his tattoo has feelings?" louis snorted, glancing at harry's face. "does she have thoughts, too?"

"mhm," harry replied, lacing his fingers on the countertop and leans forward. "she thinks you're absolutely ravishing."

"her or you?"

the twinkle in harry's eyes told louis the truth.

"i'm flattered, mr. harry," louis hums and serves shots when requested.

"it's mr. styles, actually."

"ooh, cocky," louis smirked. harry chuckled and relaxed on his barstool.

"say, louis," harry twiddled his thumbs. "what are you doing sometime next week?"

"i work thursday through sunday," louis comments, grabbing a water. "monday through wednesday, i just have to do some homework for classes. why?"

"would you like to go out for dinner with me?" harry raised his hand to his mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger.

louis weighed the options for a moment. should he go out with a really attractive man and get out of the house or stay at his dorm sulking in boredom and homework?