Larry Stylinson Alphabet

B is for Back Again?

{AU in which Harry is a florist and even though Louis is allergic to flowers, he keeps going in to buy more}

Louis: 24
Harry: 22

Word count: 1371

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"Have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too."

Louis left the shop with a cup of coffee in his hand and took a sip, cursing when it burned his tongue.

Now pouting, he turned to make his way back to work, but nearly ran into someone, thankfully saving the coffee from spilling on them.

"Sorry!" The person apologized.

Louis looked up, eyes squinting in the sun, as he saw possibly the most gorgeous boy he'd ever laid eyes on.

He had the cutest curly hair, which was messily pushed across his forehead, his eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, and oh my god, he had dimples.

"Hello?"

Louis snapped back into reality, hoping his cheeks didn't turn red from being caught staring.

"Oh, um, sorry for almost running into you."

"No, it's okay. It was my fault. I'm late for a delivery and I was rushing."

Louis then noticed the arrangement of flowers in the boy's hand, wrapped in cellophane and tied with colourful ribbon.

"You work at the flower shop?" Louis asked curiously, his nose already staring to feel watery around the flowers.

"Yeah, I just started. My grandma used to own it but she retired and gave it all to me," the stranger beamed.

"Oh, wow, that's awesome."

Just then Louis let out a sneeze.

"Bless you!"

Louis smiled small, "Thank you."

"Oh, shit, I'm so late. I gotta go!"

The gorgeous boy pretty much ran past Louis and down the street, just as Louis was asking, "Wait, what's your name?"

But he was gone.

Looks like Louis would have to go into the shop tomorrow to find out.

~

Louis pushed open the door of the store he now realized was called 'Flowers Galore', and walked in, hearing a ding sound through the store.

His nostrils were immediately attacked by the scent of flowers and other various plants he was sure he'd also be allergic to.

"I'll be out in a second!" A voice called from the back.

Louis' heart pounded in his chest as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He definitely recognized the voice.

The cute stranger walked in from around the corner, wiping his hands on the apron he was wearing.

"Oh, hi!" He beamed. "Do you need some flowers?"

Louis was so nervous and he had no idea why. He never got this way around people he liked, especially if he didn't even know their name.

"Um, yeah."

"What's the occasion?"

"Just for me," Louis lied, knowing full well he'd be disposing of these in the first garbage he found.

"How much do you wanna spend?"

"Ummmm, $25?"

"Okay! I'll be right back."