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serendipity ; larry au

serendipity ; larry au

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Harry Styles
"Perhaps this was fate. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence. Serendipity, my mother would call it. All I know is that if I wouldn't have met that man, and if I wouldn't have ever gone to that coffee shop, I would've never met the love of my life". In the fall, Louis Tomlinson ships off to a college an hour away from home to explore the world and meet new faces of the world. However, whenever an accident occurs in a coffee shop, he falls heads over heels for a barista named Harry Styles. There's only one catch to this love story: Harry is undeniably heterosexual.
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Ever since Harry stumbled into Rough Patch, Louis couldn't get him out of his head, whether it's teasing him about his music taste, or trying to see the blush that creeps over his face, or making the dimple in his cheek make an appearance. * "I work at a record store, love. Music is literally my job, I have taste." "I dj and host at a radio station, love." Harry retorted, mocking Louis' accent as best he could. But he didn't do a very good job of it. "Music is literally my job." "That's a good thing then, you've got a face for radio." Louis' voice was dripping in sarcasm, a smirk plastered on the shorter boy's face. Harry's eyebrows knit together, glaring down at the boy. "Are you calling me ugly?" Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk out of the store. "Wait," Louis called. Harry stopped on his heels, expecting an apology. "What radio station do you work for?" He asked instead. "What's it matter, since I've got no taste?" * Or the one where Harry works at a radio station and Louis works at a record store so they bicker over music. It's teasing and it's cute. * The playlist for this fic is in my bio * #16 in larrystylinson

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