Crimson ♡ Larry

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"Wow, you're so wet."

The man looks up at Harry annoyed, suit now soaked in the bitter alcohol that had been spilt all over the bar. "Yeah, thanks for the input," the blue-eyed boy mumbles grudgingly. Harry finds him a clean tea towel from behind the bar and passes it gently, only to have it ripped from his grip. "Get me another drink, will you, pretty?" He slurs out as he messily rubs the cloth over the material of his grey suit.

"I think it is probably cut-off time for you," Harry says quietly, gnawing on his bottom lip. The man is attractive, stubble coating his face, pretty blue eyes, gorgeous lips. But, all night, he had been an asshole to Harry and the rest of the staff at the restaurant, and for some reason, Harry was given custody of him.

"Fuck this place. Bad drinks and only one hot person to stare at? No, thank you," he mumbles and begins to get off of the stool, stumbling off of it. He grips the bar for balance and Harry winces, sure he will fall over any moment.

"Why don't you stay here to sober up a bit? I will grab you a water. It is on me."

"Buying me a drink, hm?" The man agrees easily after his flirtatious comment. Harry sighs in relief, making his way to the fridge of sodas, bottled alcohol and water. When he returns, the guy is seated again, hands gripping onto the bar for balance. His piercing eyes watch Harry's every move.

"What is your name, curly? I like curly hair, by the way."

"Harry." The boy chuckles softly, his blush hidden in the dim, coloured room. He leans against the bar, shyly smiling at the older man. "What is yours, handsome?"

"Louis." He winks.

"Nice to meet you," Harry's eyes sparkle in the glimmer of the shining purple lights that dimly illuminate the bar. Louis smirks and Harry looks away bashfully. He sees a customer raise their hand, a signal for him to go take an order. "I will be back."

"Take your time, dimples," Louis says lowly, putting his lips around the bottle, ready to drink and watches Harry closely as he tends to another customer. He squints his eyes as Harry drops something, fumbling nervously and he bends down to pick it up. Louis tilts his head, eyes trailing down the boy's bum, tongue instinctively wetting his lips.

It is quite a while before Harry is finished with other customers and is walking back to Louis, a dimpled smile featuring on his face. Louis can't help but smile back. Having shrugged off his soaking suit jacket, Louis is now clad in a white button-up shirt which tightens on his strong arms as he sets them on the bar, keeping his blue eyes locked on Harry. He raises an eyebrow when he notices Louis' elbows in the mess he made when spilling his drink earlier, but as he opens his mouth to say something, Louis begins speaking.

"How long have you worked here?" Louis asks, his voice much clearer now. Harry ponders the question, hands reaching to his forehead to shake at his curls a little, fluffing them up in the front.

The boy smiles. "A couple of years... Do you live around here? I haven't seen you before."

"I live around here. First time at this bar, though. It's-" Louis looks around. It is an old bar, fairly run-down, not new or fancy like ones across town. "-nice." Harry can hear the distaste in his voice and tries not to frown. "It is good having a break from that high-class shit... Definitely nobody as gorgeous as you around there."

"If you are trying to get me to give you a drink again, it isn't going to work,"

"That is not what I want, sweetheart," Louis smirks as Harry giggles and shakes his head. He decides to wipe down the bar and put away some unused glasses to keep himself busy, all the while feeling the blue eyes following him. "I take that back, can I have another drink?"