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"Lou your angel's here!" Zayn called out in a sing-song voice snickering when he saw Louis scamper frantically to his feet, pushing down a few cups off the work-top along the way.
"Give it!" He hissed at him grabbing the worker's apron from his hand and fumbling with the strings as he tied them together.
"Your welcome," Zayn grumbled rolling his eyes. Louis paid no attention as he already rushed to the counter, hopping excitedly to see the curly-haired lad again.
He grinned wide when he saw him through the glass doors, pushing them open and walking in timidly, a small smile on his lips when the bell jingles. He was wearing a too-big lavender sweater today with a pair of black skinny jeans, hair pushed back with a scarf, and worn-out boots that he always wore.
He watched him fidget slightly with the hem of his sweater as he gave a shy smile to every one that passed him, dimples so prominent even in that little smile making deep craters on his pale soft cheeks. Sleeves so long they gave him sweater paws leaving only his long fingers out to see.
So fucking cute.
He watched the boy shuffle over towards him, letting a huge grin take over his face when he almost tripped over his long lanky legs. Louis leaned over just in time to get a hold of his hand, chuckling at the bright flushed cheeks and face red with embarrassment.
"Hey, there curly!" Louis called out grinning brightly as he leaned closer to him, slowly letting go of his soft delicate hand. He watched his face flush a deeper red, nervously playing with his sleeves. "The usual then, love?"
Harry nodded quickly, offering the boy a shy smile that made him sigh with fondness watching him with big dreamy eyes.
Louis kept watching him in his dreamy state making the boy more nervous than ever, biting his deep red lips and not once daring to look him in the eye. He cooed again, resting his head on his hands and just watching the pretty lad, making him quite uncomfortable.
"Can I have my order now please?" Harry asked his voice sugar sweet and unusually low pitched. Louis loved it, oh so much he'd dream about the day he might make him giggle, just to hear how wonderful it's going to sound.
"Oh, that bitter cup of coffee you drink every day? I'd rather that you have a change, something sweeter don't you think?" Louis said, tapping his lips suggestively while giving him a lazy wink. He watched his face go as red as a tomato looking up at last with his big doe eyes wide open, lips parted and so so red.
He focused particularly on his lips, imagining the feel of them on his. He surely must wear Chapstick, the shining texture did quite give it away.
"Oh, I just love making you so flustered." Louis chuckled, quickly getting his coffee ready. He wrote down his name on the cup in fancy letters('cause why not) and his number down underneath in small letters, just like he always did.
He walked back to the counter, pushing the cup closer to Harry before pulling it back quick, tutting with a smirk on his face. He watched his face morph into one of confusion.
"Don't you think I deserve something for being such a good barista for you today?" Louis asked him, making his eyes went big and wide, the famous irresistible puppy eyes.
"Um, do you want a tip?" Harry asked quietly, tilting his head in confusion.
"Really, Curly." Louis huffed with a pout folding his arms and tapping his toe slightly on the wooden floor. "A kiss please, right here."
Louis was now pointing on his cheek, not expecting him to comply. Harry bit his lip unsure for a second before seeming to have finally made a decision.
"Okay." And before Louis could even process what he'd just heard, he felt his warm lips press gently against his cheek, before quickly pulling back in less than a second. Louis watched him in shock, gaping at a wild and smiley Harry who left with his coffee as soon he'd pulled out the money, happily skipping out of the café with a spring in his step.
