Loose Change (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Six

>> Sixth Chapter <<

 He slipped on his cream colored knitted sweater, that probably doesn't need much specification by now since it's been on the previous chapters already, and headed out into the cold of the night. He spent his entire Saturday just lazing about and catching on his much needed rest.

 Now, he was making his way to the grocery shop to buy groceries...and other stuff. Louis was never good at self-control, whenever he had to go grocery shopping, he'd end up buying a whole lot of shit he doesn't even need.

 Anyways...as the automatic sliding doors of the shop opened to give Louis way to enter, the heat from inside made him feel warmer as he hugged his sweater closer to his body, a smile forming on his face at the coziness. It was six o' clock in the evening and only a few people were at the store. Louis found this to be convenient since he wanted to go home as soon as possible in order to avoid getting into another scary situation with the "bad people" out there lurking about.

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 Harry went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. As he passed by the living room, he heard the snores of his father. Harry rolled his eyes at this and entered the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he saw that it was empty. Of course it would be empty; his father had already consumed every single thing in there.

 He shut the fridge rather roughly, poor fridge, and went his way to the door.

“I hate grocery shopping….” He mumbled just as he started up his motorcycle.

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 Louis  went to the corner where all the shopping carts had been arranged by the employees and wheeled one out. As he was passing by the aisles, he marveled at all the stuff he found to be quite interesting. And while he was looking at all these wondrous stuff; he accidentally knocked some canned beans down from the shelf.

 Everyone in the same aisle of course is alarmed at the sudden noise and immediately all turn to look at him. Louis feels the heat rise up to his face as he blushes furiously.

“Sorry…” he mumbles as he picks up all the canned beans, pork beans to be exact, and tries to put them back on the shelf. But being the clumsy ass person he is; he ends up further dropping cans off the shelf.

“Oh dear…” he says as his face turns redder, if that’s even possible. “I’ll fix that!” he says as he tries to pick them up yet again. But the long sleeves of his sweater are covering his hands, so he finds it difficult to get a proper grip on the cans. He feels the intense glares of the shoppers on him, so feels even more embarrassed, poor Louis.

 Just as all hope seemed to be lost, since not a single one of the bystanders bothered to even help him pick up the damn pork beans, a person is suddenly by his side to help him pick the cans up. Louis notices how big of a help the person is because he can pick up four cans of beans in one hand, so the picking up of the dropped cans went faster than when he was alone.

 Picking up the final can on the floor, Louis is met by a pair of black leather boots while he is on his knees.

 He looks up to be met with a pair of green eyes.

“Louis?” the owner of the eyes says questioningly.

“Harry…” Louis responds as he stands up with the can of beans in his hand. As he tries to place it back on the shelf he suddenly loses his grip on it once again. But before it could even fall to the floor, Harry miraculously catches it.

 He puts it back on the shelf as Louis feels the shame of being so clumsy.

“Thanks for helping me out,” Louis tells him with a smile.