Loose Change (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Eight

>> Eighth Chapter <<

 He was lying on his bed, consumed by the darkness in his room. Not bothering to even open the curtains or turn on the lights because he liked it that way, not being sure whether he has his eyes open or not because all he saw was the same thing either way; pitch black.

 Breathing heavily, he then shifted to lie flat on his back from his previous position. Harry was now staring at his ceiling; well he would be if he could actually see it right now. His nightly spat with his father just ended a few minutes ago.

 He dodged a few bottles here and there, threw a few punches and kicks, and received some as well. But now his father was probably back on the couch fast asleep like the lazy fat ass he is.

 Shaking his head in the disappointment that is his life, Harry then tried to sleep as he did every night after each fight.

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 Parking his motorcycle on its side stand at the curb, he hopped off of it and fixed the bandanna around his head. It was Monday yet again, meaning he had to go to work, the weekend just ended. He stood in front of the large structure and began to approach it.

 Entering through the huge doors, the clicking sound of his boots echo inside the large empty building. He proceeded to flick on the lights switch to illuminate his surroundings. Harry would always be the first one to go here, considering he gets to be the one who unlocks the huge doors before the sun even rises.

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 Two hours have passed and Harry was done with work for today. He said goodbye to the few people he has known for quite a while now inside the large building, but they're not really his friends. Not even acquaintances. They just know his name, and he doesn't bother to know theirs. They all just see each other and acknowledge their presence, that’s pretty much it.

 He started up his motorcycle once he was on it after exiting the large building where his occupation occurs every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays only. It was now time to head for the flowershop as he did every single day. He was glad though that it was Monday today, surprisingly enough he was happy. No, not because he doesn’t hate Mondays anymore (because he still does), Harry just hated Mondays less than before.

 Not just Mondays though, he likes the weekdays now more than before because every weekday, he’d get to see Louis (but if anyone asks why he’s looking forward to going to the flowershop, he’d never admit the reason).

 Harry doesn’t know why he likes seeing Louis every weekday just working the register. It’s just for a few minutes, and then he’d be off on his motorcycle with the flowers.

 It’s quite possible that maybe it’s because he doesn’t like the other employee who would work the register at the counter during weekends in replacement of Louis. Maybe it’s the way Louis would look so cute when he’s sometimes wearing his cream-colored sweater, which he informed Harry that “my grandma knitted it for me, she gave it to me as a present”. Or maybe it’s because he likes that Louis would already have the Carnations and Asters in a bouquet for Harry; because in his mind Louis is looking forward to seeing him as well. But Harry would never tell anybody of these possible reasons.

 Harry and Louis don’t even interact much with each other. This is because most of the time, Louis would either be too sleepy and dysfunctional, or just staring blankly at a wall. But even with these circumstances, Harry still likes him better than the “slutty and irritating bitch” who works part time at the flowershop on weekends. She would twirl her blonde hair, which was obviously fake and slutty. While batting her eyelashes, which were false eyelashes and had mascara messily done like a whore. As she spoke to Harry, sluttily and whore-like with her thick lipstick as red as a hooker’s.

 She was obviously trying to seduce him, which never works because Harry hated the “stupid bitch”. The way she would irritatingly chew her gum loudly with her mouth open. Or the way that her shirt was only half-way buttoned up, showing her cleavage. Harry wanted so badly to just go ahead and ducktape her annoying mouth, and while he’s at it, he would also ducktape the top part of her shirt to cover her “slutty parts”.

 It’s not just the way she looks though; Harry also hates the way she’d take so long just to fill up an order. He just hates the whole bitch in general.

 Anyways, enough about the “dumb bitch”, Harry has now arrived at a coffee shop across the street from the Sparkle and Bloom flowershop. Before going to the flowershop to see Louis, and buy flowers, he was going to have to buy coffee first.

Harry is concerned for Louis, he really is. Because every time Harry goes to the Sparkle and Bloom flowershop Louis would look so tired and sleepy. So he hopes to help Louis to not get fired by his bald boss by waking him up with the caffeinated drink.

After ordering the coffee and shit like that, Harry exits the shop with the cup of the hot drink in his hand.

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 Upon entering, Harry greets Louis a cheerful greeting.

"Hi, Louis!! A good morning to you..."