Larry Stylinson One-Shots

Fucking Like Rabbits (and Hamsters and Kittens and Fish and Snakes)

Fucking Like Rabbits (and Hamsters and Kittens and Fish and Snakes)

Warnings: The usage of profanities, innuendos. No smut. Alternate universe.
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"I need a friend," Louis announces gallantly upon entering the pet shop, having (quite literally) thrown the glass door open. It kind of slams into a few empty bird cages, but he disregards it. He needs to make an Entrance; Louis Tomlinson always makes a huge, dramatic Entrance. He supposes having to bring out the slender man behind the counter to pick up the cages is as good as an Entrance as any.

"Sorry 'bout that," Louis says as he stands behind the crouched man, watching as he attempts to restack the cages (of which were already precariously arranged before). His tone suggests he's anything but, and so does the little giggle he can't keep in when the cages fall over again. There's a crash and an exasperated sound from the employee who'd made them fall with his clumsy, oafish hands, and Louis rolls his eyes.

"Oh, here," he tuts, kneeling on the floor. He places the bigger of the three cages on the bottom, then the round one next to it. On top goes the smallest one, creating a bird-cage pyramid-- one that won't fall unless he decides to come in on a prolonging time and make yet another Entrance. Maybe someone will want three birds before then and he won't have to go out of his way to knock them over when that day arrives.

Oh, look at him, already planning ahead.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Louis chastises, turning his head to the side to look the man in the eyes. What he sees startles him, and, if you want him to tell the truth, makes him a bit hungry: wide, reproachful emerald eyes and pink lips. Pink like Pepto-Bismol, or, in a more appetising description, cotton candy. Yum. (To the cotton candy, of course. Louis had to drink some Pepto-Bismol when he ate a rotten piece of shrimp, and it was most definitely not yum.)

And they're close, so close; Louis can smell the coffee on his breath... salted caramel, he guesses, with a few creamers and no sugar. They're close enough for Louis to notice the flecks of gold in those green eyes, close enough for them to kiss. Luckily, Louis doesn't; instead, he leans foreword a little more, like he's going to, but that's totally on accident and not something he means to do just so this handsome man can begin to sweat. Totally.

"Hmm," he hums, breathing out a little bit before standing up and surveying the store. "Yes, I do believe this is the perfect place for me to find a new friend." He cranes his neck around to get another glimpse of this gorgeous man, and is pleased to see that he's still on the floor, only he's looking his way instead of at the cages. He's either mesmerised by Louis' beauty or frightened by him, and Louis would be fine with both.

"Don't you?"

Green Eyes smiles a smile to put all other smiles to shame (even Louis', which he will never admit to anyone but himself), then runs one of his oaf hands through his long, curly hair. Louis thinks the hair makes up for the hands and his eyes make up for the clumsiness.

"Depends on the kind of friend you're looking for," he says smoothly, voice low (and slow) as the deepest part of the sea. Louis approves. "Though I think we'll be able to assist you with all and any kinds."

Yes, Louis knows that the man is speaking of the wide selection of pets at the store, but he decides to accept the (possibly nonexistent) innuendo regardless. It's the polite thing to do.

After observing the man on the ground for a few seconds more, Louis holds his hand out so the lad can grasp it. He'd been planning on pulling him up, and he assumes the man had thought he'd do the same thing, but what really happens is him getting halfway there and then falling right onto his rear again. Louis very nearly joins him on the ground. See, Green Eyes is tall; like, tall tall. And Louis hadn't noticed said height when he'd been on the floor, hadn't noticed those gangly legs and that long torso and firm body. Louis is considerably short, so him attempting to pull up that attractive fucking beanstalk wasn't a very good idea on his part.