The boy of the CDs (English Translation) AU

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That following Friday Anne and Stella were talking to each other. 

—There are no changes in his dialogue, but you see him with more energy. I think that boy I mentioned that time, Louis, is like some kind of friend.  I do not know.  —

—Hasn't he told you anything about him? —

—No, — she shook her head sadly, —absolutely nothing. Should I ask him? —

—No, let him take care of it.  Apparently, it does him good. —   Anne nodded.

That Saturday, they went back to the mall in the morning, as was the usual. Harry stepped inside, but as soon as he stepped foot into the music room Cinthia greeted him. 

—Welcome to MusicWorld.  Can I help you with something? —

She was very close to the entrance and was free, while Louis was selling a few guitar strings in the back.  Cinthia was somewhat jealous of Harry, which was quite stupid, since Harry was a boy;  but if she could stop them from talking it wouldn't be so bad, she thought. He was very nervous.  He had the fixed idea that it was Louis who would take care of him, like every week. There was no possibility of someone else doing it. He was going to try harder to talk more, but not with everyone, not now. He hadn't even had time to take any CD in his hands.  But he was partly grateful for it.  If she was in charge of the purchase, he wouldn't even have an excuse or an opportunity to talk to Louis and he couldn't allow that.  "I see him once a week and only for a few moments.  There was too much waiting to waste the chance this way. "What should I do? "

—Harry. —

He heard that voice that made all his problems dissipate and felt as if a weight of tons of pounds fell from his shoulders. He was safe. Both he and the brunette turned their heads, fixing their gaze on Louis who had approached them. He had finished serving the client with whom he was busy. 

—Don't worry, Lou.  I'll take care of him, —she said with a big goofy smile at Louis.  Yes, it was more than clear that she liked him. 

—No, — he said dryly, making the girl stop smiling, —you see, —he changed his tone to a softer one when he noticed that something cold had sounded before. —Harry is my favorite customer, and I am his favorite seller, —he winked at her with a sideways smile— it is something mutual, that's why I will be the one to attend him whenever he comes.  If I'm busy, he will wait for me to be free. Understood? —  he finished somewhat shamelessly. 

—Whatever. — she spat annoyed and went to another part of the store quickly to disappear from view. 

—She'll get over it— he said, smiling at Harry, who was looking at him in surprise.  Harry wanted to just nod.  That simple.  But they had agreed that he would stop. 

—Yes, — he said, his eyes downcast.

—Well, what is my favorite client going to need today? —  Harry felt a chill down his spine.  Every good thing Louis said about him made his heart pound.  He barely turned his face and took any CD, handing it over.  Louis frowned at him and vainly tried to hide a smile.  Louis bit his lower lip, that made him look damn sexy.  Harry swallowed hard. 

—You know? Too bad we can't have more time together today.  Spending my time having lunch with you was much more entertaining than spending it alone.  And I can't use my rest right now.  If I eat lunch at eleven in the morning, I will starve the rest of the afternoon. —He made a funny face.  The combination of hearing those words and seeing Louis's amused grin made Harry smile.  —You smiled,—he said in surprise, cutting himself off as he spoke.  Harry wiped the smile off his face in reflex and stared at him.  —You smiled,—he repeated again, but this time with a big smile on his face, —I can't believe it smiling is definitely something you should also do more often.—