Loose Change (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Three

>> Third Chapter <<

 Finally; it was the weekend. This week hadn’t been much different for Louis, except maybe for one thing. (or should I say person?) And that, my dear friends, would be no other than Harry.

 The Harry whom he’d first seen on Monday. Harry has been going to the flowershop every day this week. He’d also been ordering exactly the same set of flowers every time; White Carnations with an assortment of Asters.

 Well it wasn’t actually the weekend yet; it was Friday, that’s something, right? Louis had thought long and hard this week, now he’s finally decided; he was going to buy some sleeping pills.

 Louis got the idea from a random TV ad he saw on Wednesday. After he arrived home that day, he took off his favorite knitted sweater (yes the same one he wore on Monday). He then proceeded to enter his bathroom conveniently connected to his bedroom and took a shower when he was done removing the rest of his clothing.

 Getting dressed in his jammies, Louis entered his living room and switched on the telly. As he was making a cuppa, he listened to the random commercials that were playing. Then, there it was, the sleeping pill commercial. It was like BAM! and then the idea struck him. Why hadn't he thought of buying sleeping pills before?   

 Yeah, sure they had side effects and what-not's, but it'd work right? He'd be able to sleep through the noises keeping him awake. Louis would live life as a happy contented lad who had the sleep his body required.

 He wouldn't be feeling and looking like a mindless zombie all the time. A mindless zombie who had massive bags under his eyes and was rude to old respectable women. No, he didn't want that. So, why not give the pills a try?

 Louis finished his tea in one gulp, and hurriedly got dressed to get out. He put on his sweater once again, to keep him from turning into an ice cube in the cold night. Grabbing his wallet, he exited his flat and went ahead to the grocery store which had a pharmacy in it. 

 The automatic doors let Louis in and he was already on his way to the little pharmacy. But on the way there, there were a bunch of people who were giving out samples and stuff like that. Louis wondered for a second what it is the people on one side of the shop were crowding around.

 So, being the curious little shit he is, he decides to check it out. Upon entering and mingling with the crowd of people, he soon found out that it was some sort of night cream that apparently helps to remove eyebags.

"Get it while it's on sale!"

"This night cream will help make you look fresh and good as new!"

 And some other shit like that was being said by the employees endorsing the product.

 Louis was just about to leave when they pointed to him...

"Hey, sir!"

"Me?" Louis pointed to himself questioningly.

"Yes, you look like you could use some of our night cream. This product will help to remove those horrid bags under your eyes."

 He suddenly felt really self-conscious. "Do I really look that horrible?" Louis thought.

 Louis approached the women and they told him all about the wonders of "Bags-No-More Cream."

 Eventually, after much persuasion (it wasn't much at all, really), Louis went ahead and ended up buying the night cream that would supposedly help in relieving his eyebags.

"He actually believes that it would work." the workers whispered amongst themselves as they laughed at Louis 'gullibleness'.

 Later that night, as Louis had worn his pj's and brushed his teeth. He got the "Bags-No-More Cream" and began applying it as the instructions told him to do so. Just all over his face, evenly.

 He looked like a person who'd just been thrown pie at... Louis thought to himself as he put the cream in one of the drawers of his nightstand after entering his room. 

 Just before he got there though, he brought with him the bottle of sleeping pills and a glass of water.

 As he was sitting there on his bed, he shook one pill out from the bottle and then this was it.

 The nightly racket then started up as if on cue.

"The moment of truth," he said to himself after taking the pill and drinking from the glass.

 He removed his fuzzy bear slippers from his feet and lied down on his bed. Burying himself under his numerous sheets, he hugged his comforter as he reached for the nightlight by his bedside table.

 Louis switched the night light on and shut the lamp off. He further burrowed into his favorite comforter as he heard a bottle shattering from the house next door.

 The sunlight seeped through the windows, causing the room to be illuminated. The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and the morning air entered the room.

 Stretching, Louis found this sort of awakening to be quite splendid. He absolutely loved it!

 He switched the night light off and sat up from his position. Louis smiled to himself because the sleeping pills were a really brilliant idea for him.

 All throughout his weekend, Louis had been happy that he finally could sleep through the hubbub and commotion at night. He used the pills again the following night, and as expected; the results were the same as the first. 

"I could get used to this..." he said to himself with a smile.

 Monday morning soon arrived, earlier than expected for Louis. As he used the sleeping pills again on Sunday night, he expected the same results as before.

 And yes, he did sleep through the racket.

 He did get his sleep.

 But what Louis didn't expect, was that he'd be late for work.

 Because of the sleeping pills, he managed to sleep through the noises of his alarm as well (which was not what he intended). 

 Waking up with a smile on his face, Louis stretched and yawned before slipping on his fuzzy footwear.

 But as he switched off his night light for the day, he caught a glimpse of the time on his clock.

"No! I'm going to be late for work!" he yelled in panic as he quickly stood up from his bed.

 He was running down the street. Louis just immediately left his flat as soon as he realized that he was going to be late.

 The flowershop was just a fifteen minute walk away for Louis, but running would be a different case.

 As he was nearing the street the flowershop was at, something made him stop. It was the comment of one of the few people at the cafe he was passing by.

"Nice pajamas..." he had said to Louis.

Nice pajamas 

NICE PAJAMAS

 Louis looked down and lo behold, he was still wearing his beloved Pokémon pajamas.

"But---" Louis said. He was so close, he was already there but...

He was so close, but yet...so far.