Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

You'll be mine and I'll be yours.

Written by:imaginedraquns

Summary:Harry is scared, so fucking scared and Louis is the new addition to his small group of friends that wants to change that.

or the one where Harry has a dark past and works in a coffee shop, Zayn is the only person to keep him sane and Louis comes into his life with snowflakes, presents and Taylor Swift quotes and is determined to sweep him off his feet in 24 days (but really needs 365 of them instead).

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Christmas music is silently playing in the background and the shop windows are decorated with light chains and Santa Clause, snowmen, reindeer figures and fake snow. There used to be a time that Harry enjoyed everything that was even slightly related to Christmas but that time felt like it was years ago. The curly-haired boy did complement Niall though for his decorating skills and the Irish lad beamed at him before turning his attention to the next customer.

Harry had only started working at the coffee shop two months ago and he couldn't really say if he liked it or not. There were his co-workers, Niall and Liam, two nice guys that helped him get accustomed to everything as good as possible but sometimes it all got too much for Harry. When there was a queue and he was alone for minutes, because one of the lads had left for his break he often felt his chest tighten and his breath becoming faster and faster until he didn't know how to properly breathe anymore.
Niall or Liam had to pull him out, sit him down in the employee room and tell him to calm down ("Inhale and exhale deeply, alright mate? It's okay!") and left him alone while dealing with the confused queue of people outside. It was the reason why they mostly let Harry make the coffees and not work the register anymore. That and the fact that Harry could make an excellent Latte Macchiato or whatever type of coffee the customers wanted. Liam liked to jokingly say that Harry probably had coffee pulsing through his veins because he was so good at it. He had never liked coffee before (which was odd, Harry quite often thought. Why would you work at a coffee shop if you didn't like coffee?) but after drinking one of Harrys coffees he had found himself quite liking it. Harry would always laugh at Liams joking but deep inside he would correct him because no, he knew for sure that there was blood inside his body, had seen it more than once trickling down his thighs or seeping out of his wrists, had washed it away so many times from his back, still has the reminders of the belt, the knife, the fingernails slicing his skin all over his body.

"You're with me, mate?" Niall asked amused and Harry snapped out of his thoughts, blinked a couple of times before the blur in front of his eyes became focused again. Niall grinned lopsidedly and pushed a tray into Harrys' hands. "Would you mind cleaning the tables for me?"

Harry nodded dumbfounded, still a little bit stuck in his thoughts, before scurrying away and doing as he was told. He was only at his third table, balanced the small plates and cups on his tray while wiping the sometimes sticky surface of the table, when the door opened and in came a grumpy looking Zayn, red-faced and with snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes.

Zayn was Harrys best friend, always was and always will be and basically he was also the reason why Harry even worked here. ("Harry, you know I love you." He ignored the slight flinching of his friend, who was sprawled out on the couch in the shared flat and hadn't moved for hours. "But it can't continue like this. Adam is gone, he's not coming back." Harry flinched again and barked louder, than he intended to: "Don't ever say his name again, never ever again!" Zayn just ignored him, was used to his behavior: "Listen, all I want to say is that you have to get back on your own feet again. It's been months and I understand that it's rough, but you should really start to live in the real world again. There's this cozy coffee shop, not too far away from here and my friend Liam works there. He told me the other day that they look for a new co-worker. You could try it, right? If you don't like it, you'll quit but you'll never know, maybe you'll enjoy working there. Just please, please, give it a chance!" And of course Harry had listened to Zayn because he loved him as well, just couldn't admit it, not after loving had become such a painful thing to him, and handed in an application half a week later. It's needless to say that he got the job and he owned it to Zayn. He owned a lot to Zayn.)