New Roomie (Zarry AU)

4. Ratchet

*unedited*

Harry’s POV

“Harry we can talk about this when I’m not at work. Now piss off and go home to the hottie living in your backyard,” Louis hissed, while stacking shelves. He works at Target, and he’s wearing his lovely uniform consisting of a red polo and beige slacks. The only thing that makes him look decent is the white oval nametag with ‘Louis’ written on it. Louis even saw that he was worthy enough to place a gold star, a rainbow, and a pink heart sticker on the usually boring tag.

“Come on let’s just bail then,” I try nudging Louis arm, in which he drops three of the cushions he was trying to stack neatly up on the shelf.

“It’s a Saturday morning Harry, and if I just leave they’re going to think that someone had taken me, which would never happen because these pants do not make my ass look great at all. I need to get paid.” He says as he picks up the cushions and continues.

“Why don’t you find another job? You could work at M.A.C. I’m sure girls would love to be insulted be someone who’s been wearing makeup for three days.”

“Girls just don’t understand, Harry. If Niall and I can wear makeup and look prettier than them, there should be a shop for male make-up only. It should be ‘Male Art Cosmetics’.”

“Exactly, become the CEO,”

“Harry, darling, finding a job is not that easy. Keeping a job isn’t as easy as you’d think either-”

“Louis! Stop chatting and keep stacking! Or I’ll tell your mother. Hi Harold,” His boss calls out from the end of the aisle.

“Mr. Austin,” I nod.

Louis waits for his boss to start moving away before he gives him the finger.

“Thanks Harry. You got me into trouble by my own fucking uncle.”

“You could do anything and not get fired, Louis, because surely he would have fired you by now.”

“Oh shut up,” Louis slaps my arm, “I’m actually a wonderful employee.”

“Um excuse me?” A girl about our age, maybe slightly older, quietly says to Lou.

“What?” Louis growls.

“Oh I just want to ask about-”

“The price is thirteen dollars, it’s one hundred percent cotton and it is a bed sheet. Pick a colour and fuck off.” Louis says without even stopping to look at her.

“Oh sorry…thanks,” she nods and quickly heads over to the checkout.

“They’re usually the questions that people interrupt me for. If people just read what’s on the fucking label, my life would be a lot easier.”

“But…” I’ve had this conversation with him many times before.

“But no, everyone who seems to shop here left their brains and their good taste in fashion at home. Like seriously, who would design a uniform like this? I would buy some beige skinny jeans but it’s such an ugly colour.”

We start walking to the registers, where Louis walks into one and logs his name in.

“And it doesn’t help that this isn’t a fancy retailer. People come here in all states of ugliness.” Louis rolls his eyes as some customer walks up to him and passes him a few t-shirts.

I sit down on one of the spinning chairs and entertain myself. I’m allowed to do this because being Louis’ best friend, his uncle trusts me enough to be with Louis while he’s working.