Larry Stylinson One-Shots

Target

(A/N: I got the idea for this one-shot from the song Telephone by Waterparks so I put the song  right there if you want to give it a listen! 1000% recommend their music)

{Louis' POV}

   Zayn high-fives me as I run back to our hiding spot behind the aisle of tall shelves. We sneakily look around the corner, waiting for our scheme to unfold.

   "Hey lads, what are you up to?" I turn around to see Niall leaning against the shelf across from us, bag of crisps in his hand (Lord knows how he always manages to sneak snacks without getting caught).

   "Pulling a prank on Liam since he decided to rat us out on the last few to the manager." Zayn said with a chuckle, his hazel-golden eyes glimmering with excitement.

   Zayn and I are the chaotic duo that run this Target, coming up with crazy schemes, running through the aisles with buggies (normally having Niall inside one of them), sending customers to the complete opposite side of the store they need to be in, stuff like that. Liam, whom Zayn just mentioned, decided to tell the manager (though with no ill intent, he just becomes flustered and can't lie when it comes to higher-ups) that Zayn and I were behind all of the chaos. And now we're here, getting some friendly payback.

   "Ooooh, this'll be good," Niall smirked, crumbling his empty crisp bag into a ball, tossing it into a trash can a few feet away and wiping his hands off on his jeans. "When is it gonna happ-" He was cut off by Liam screaming at the top of his lungs.

   "OH MY GOLLY GOLLY GOSH! LOUIS, ZAYN, GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE!"

   Niall's loud cackling filled the air, he was practically on the ground in tears. I couldn't help but laugh a little at his visceral reaction. Zayn was smirking as we walked out from behind the shelves and faced Liam's wrath.

   "What's up Li? Why are you yelling?" I asked, feigning innocence.

   "Don't give me that crap, I know for a fact that you two were behind this." Liam whispered sharply, his face read with embarrassment.

   "And what exactly is this thing we are supposedly behind?" Zayn pipes in, remaining straight faced though there was a gleam of humor in his eyes.

   Liam pouted at us and gave us puppy eyes, "You put those disgusting gooey fake spiders in my uniform pocket and you put the salt in the sugar bowl in the break room. OH and, how could I forget, you changed the direction on the wheels of the cart that you know is on my route today. I tripped and the cart fell over on top of me, it was so embarrassing!"

   "We're sorry Li, it was meant to be funny. We didn't mean to hurt you in any way." Zayn said, immediately pleading for forgiveness. I smirked at him knowingly, he never was able to resist Liam's puppy eyes. I'm pretty sure it's because he's "secretly" whipped as fuck for him but I will keep my mouth shut.

   "Yeah, I guess I'm sorry, too," I mutter dismissively.

   "It was funny, I won't lie. I know it's 'cause I accidentally ratted you out to the manager, I'm still sorry for that, by the way. " He says, a shy smile spread across his face and he looked down at the floor with a blush when he hears Zayn apologizing profusely.

   I swear those two just need to get together already, even Niall is getting tired of them dancing around each other.

   "Well, good, now that that's out of the way," I clap my hands together once and turn to wave Niall over, who was watching the whole ordeal from a few feet away and had somehow gotten popcorn in the short amount of time.

   That's when I see the most gorgeous person I've ever seen in my entire life. His curly brown hair fell almost to his broad shoulders. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone revealing the tattoos on his perfectly golden chest. He was tall, probably around six-foot, his skinny jeans perfectly outlined his legs showing you how thick his thighs were. His eyes were a vibrant green that every other color should be jealous of. His lips were downright sinful, plump and very pink. They look really soft, I wonder what they would feel like against mine. His hands, holy fuck his hands..he had chipped finger nail polish on his nails and rings on his long fingers. I want to know what those fingers of his could do to me.