maybe not straight

home and work

Louis' POV

As I walked down the stairs I was greeted with the smell of pancakes, thank god the painkiller worked or I'd be throwing my guts out I thought to myself. I enter the living room to see Niall is already eating. Maybe I stayed upstairs longer then I realised, I thank him for the food and we sit in silence until he starts talking out of nowhere. He asks me how I'm doing and makes a bit of small talk until he asks my most feared question. Are you interested in Harry? As the words spin around in my head I stumble a bit over my words trying to decide wether or not I should tell him the truth. I decide on just being honest because what do I have to lose. "Uhm ug well Um you see Um euhm so well basically i mean yes?" With a smug grin that gave me the sudden urge to hit him he simply said "I figured" and never in my life have I had to try so hard not to ask the boy a million questions at once. Because I never get to talk about Harry and how amazing he is.

You see the issue with having very protective and smart friends is that whenever you bring something or someone up that isn't a good idea they immediately start bashing it. Don't get me wrong they're amazing but sometimes I just want to do something without thinking of the consequences, and sometimes you fall for someone you know is completely out of reach and that's okay. Every now and then you have to let go a little bit of control and just see what comes out of it.

Once I finish breakfast I start putting my jacket on while thanking Niall. However Niall seems to have other plans and asks if I want to hang out with him. The things I would do to be able to say yes, unfortunately I have to go work today. Stupid student debt why is school so goddamn expensive. He says it's fine I apologise a few more times though. As I head off to work I can't help but think about Harry and yesterday night. I wonder if he looked good. I bet he did the handsome fucker never looks bad, I genuinely wonder how that's even possible. I wonder what he tastes like and what makes him happy. What his favourite movie is and if he would like to watch it with me, what kind of music he likes and if we like the same genre or not. Does he enjoy beer or rather a cocktail? While I'm thinking about him and all the things he likes and hates I almost drive past the shop. luckily I've driven so many times to work that I could do it with my eyes closed.

At work the time goes by slow, that is until a familiar face enters the store. The thing is nobody knows that I have a job because I'm embarrassed since everybody that goes to my school has rich parents. Resulting in them never having to lift a finger to get whatever they want. I hadn't considered the possibility of them coming to the store. You'd  expect from me to have considered that option, since I think about everything so long until I find a way how it could go wrong. However somehow I seem to always forget the logical ways things could go wrong. During my mini Panic moment he seemed to have reached the cash register. Of course choosing mine just to embarrass me.

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