The boy of the CDs (English Translation) AU

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The next day Anne invited Harry back to the mall who did not hesitate for a second nodding in approval.  Probably this would be every Saturday from now on.  His mother now left him alone as soon as they crossed the large front door to the building. 

Harry took a big breath of air before entering the store of music, he took any CD and walked towards the blue-eyed boy.  Louis looked at him askance as he delivered the corresponding purchase to the customer he was currently attending.  He had returned. 

—Welcome to MusicWorld, what can I do for you? —he said smiling for the third consecutive Saturday.  Harry handed him the small plastic box.  Louis took it and stared at it.  Harry expected that as in the previous times, he would ask him if he needed anything else and ask him to follow him to charge him and then deliver his package.  —Megan— the boy called out loud, causing one of his coworkers to stop paying attention to a client for a few seconds and turn to see him. —Can you cover me?  It will only be a few minutes.  —

—Okay— she said with a smile —but you owe me a favor. —

—Make it two— he said with a grin from ear to ear —thank you. —  The boy quickly turned his gaze to Harry, who flinched completely.  —You come here often, what's your name? — he asked curiously.  Harry's heart seemed to stop.  He opened his eyes in surprise and his lips parted but he made no sound.  "What if I say something stupid?"  "I should talk to him."  "Answer you idiot" If he didn't, he would think he's an imbecile until the end of days. 

But he couldn't muster the necessary courage.  He was not ready. He was taking a long time to give him an answer and he was starting to get nervous. He didn't know how patient the boy could be with him.  But luckily Louis noticed his nervousness and decided to ease things up somehow. 

—Maybe it was too complex a question to start with—he teased. But it showed in each of his expressions that he was not treating Harry as stupid, he just wanted to make him feel comfortable —Can you speak? — he asked and begged internally that the boy did not suffer from some kind of muteness. He sighed in relief in his mind when the green-eyed kid nodded. —Can you read? — He nodded again. —Well then, what is my name?  I'll give you a hint—he said with amusement, pointing his index finger at the ID pinned to his uniform.  Harry knew his name perfectly.  It had been wandering in his head for the past two weeks.  But he had never spoken it out loud to anyone but Marianne when she had to know his name in order to ask for him.  "There was no escape.  I had to answer him. "He barely and covertly claimed his lips, which were pale pink and quite parched from his lack of permanent dialogue. 

—Louis— he finally said in a deep raspy voice.  His hands felt sweaty and trembling. 

—Whoa! — he said surprised —your voice!  It is so deep. I would not have imagined it.  It's great. —he emphasized. 

Harry believed that his heart would pound out of how fast and strong it was beating. 

—Now tell me your name— he said anxiously. 

—Harry— he replied after a few moments.  Done.  He had told him his name.  He could not believe it.  He was having a conversation with that boy that he considered perfection in person. 

—Harry, —he repeated in his high, angelic voice.  Harry's mind was on fire.  As if screaming without sound.  He was all short circuited.  Perfection in person had just spoken his name with his thin lips.  If he died right then, he couldn't have cared less.  —Nice to meet you, Harry. I can call you Harry, right? —  he nodded.  If he heard his name spoken by him once again, he would go crazy—You are a boy of few words.  I'm the opposite.  They always tell me I don't know when to shut up once I start talking— He kept talking with a smile on his face.  As if talking to him put him in a good mood.  Louis watched as several clients entered and the two girls attending needed help.  He twisted his lip to the side, he really wished he had a little more time.