homeless [l.s.]

07

once the two had reached the town, which was pretty empty considering it was thursday or something (how would louis know?), louis unzipped his coat and let zayn slide out onto the pavement. the pair walked next to different stores and read what the signs on their front windows said, and occasionally drooled at the sight of unaffordable frozen yogurt or ice cream.

as they were walking, louis stopped in his tracks once he read one of the signs.

SAINSBURY'S LOCAL
NOW HIRING
SATURDAYS 2PM - 4PM
SEE INSIDE FOR FURTHER DETAILS
OR PHONE *********

holy shit, louis thought, a-a job! the opportunity of a lifetime!

louis beckoned zayn to follow him inside and he wandered over to one of the registers. the cashier told him to wait while he went and got the manager. while he was waiting, the sound of food items being scanned filled his ears, he looked around and saw people buying wine, oreos, fish sticks, and even more.

the manager was a beefy guy with a bushy beard and most likely had some sort of beer addiction, like if santa claus was a sixteen year old rebel.

"here for the job, i presume.." he started and looked louis up and down, obviously noting his choice of attire.

"yes sir." louis replied.

the manager wheeled around and invited louis and zayn inside his office. as he was sorting out some papers, zayn whispered,

"daddy, what are we doing?"

"we're turning our life around, love." louis whispered back and zayn smiled.

once the manager had finally sat down, he asked louis a bunch of questions.

"how much experience with retail have you had?"

louis' eyes opened wider, "uh, none." he said.

"right, okay." the manager said, "how old are you?"

louis gulped, "nineteen."

the manager stared at louis for a good thirty seconds, with his eyebrows raised higher than the roof, before he finally moved on.

he asked a handful more questions before the interview had finished, zayn was bouncing in his chair and louis was trying to calm him down which was obviously failing.

"okay," the managers' voice boomed, "can get your number so i can contact you?"

louis chuckled a little, "i don't have a phone."

"do you have an address?"

"no."

the manager sighed, who louis had learned that his name was "nicolas", before he came to a conclusion.

"look here," he started, louis peered over to where he was pointing, "see this window? tomorrow at 5pm come back here and i'll have the results sandwiched in between the sliders, got it?"

louis was surprised as to how he was taking this, but nonetheless he said "yes sir" anyway.

"okay, now get oudda here." nicolas waved him off, before chomping down on a half-eaten sub.