Worthless (larry stylinson)

Ch. 24

Louis POV-

"Hazz, wake up" i say slightly shaking Harry's shoulder.

"Hmm?" He asks.

"We have work today, c'mon, tomorrow's the last day of November we get our pay check then." I say kissing his cheek.

He groans but gets up.

I dont remember asking Paul what our monthly pay is. I will just wait until tomorrow.

Harry starts to hum as he gets dressed.

"Hazza, could you sing for me? I mean, last night... I sang for you. Sing for me?" I ask.

"erm, no im good." He says embarrassed.

"Why? Im sure you're lovely at it!" I say trying to bribe him.

"No, im actually not..."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fine, i will sing. But you have to promise not to laugh..." He says quietly.

"I wont."

"Okay, uh... What song?"

"How about Isnt She Lovely?"

He nods and starts to sing.

Wow. He is better than me. A lot. Why would he think i wouldn't like his voice? Its literally angelic.

I stand there gaping as he finishes.

"Im sorry, that was terrible." He mumbles.

"No, no, it was beautiful. Harry, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

"Like what? That wasn't even good."

"Shut up. It was amazing."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Are we really doing this again?"

"Yes."

"Ugh."

"Ifyoureanamazingsingersaywhat" I say talking as fast as i could.

"Wait, whAt?"

I grin, "I said if you're an amazing singer say what."

"What? Ugh. No i didnt mean to say what again. No okay im just going to stop talking now." He blushes and lightly punches my arm.

"Ow!"

"That didnt even hurt!" Harry says.

"Yes, it did."

"No."

"You're stupid." I say smiling.

"Hey! I'm not."

"We're acting like a married couple."

"Good."

"You're cute when you're mad." I say poking Harry's cheek.

"Then kiss me you fool." Harry says.

"Ew! Cooties." I say but lean over to give Harry a kiss anyways.

••• at work

"Hi! How are you doing today?" I ask the customer in front of me.

"M'fine, could i get sourdough bread and the transformer cupcakes, my sons birthday is today, and i couldn't find transformer cupcakes anywhere else! Ridiculous!"

I grin, "sure thing. Hazz can you get the- nevermind."

I forgot Harry is probably the clumsiest oaf there is.

I grab the sourdough and cookies and then give it to the man.

After he leaves Harry giggles.

"What?" I ask.

"You still think im clumsy, huh?"

"Well, yeah."

"Ohh." He says sticking his leg out in front of the chair and walking forward.

He 'trips' into my arms and gives me a kiss.

"So sorry, Lou. I fell, on accident, you know? This clumsiness has really gotten to me."

I giggle and some woman snorts in disgust.

"Can we help you?"

"Yes. Actually. I would prefer if you fags didnt snog in front of the customers. Disgusting." She remarks.

"Whats going on?" Paul says coming out of his little office.

"These disgusting queers," she spits as if its a disease,"just kissed. PDA? Yes."

"First, Last time I checked, short kisses weren't considered PDA. Second, they are not 'queers' nor 'fags'. Third, love is love. Fourth, you are no longer allowed in this bakery. Get out, before i call the police to take you." Paul calmly says to her.

"Whatever." She says leaving.

Harry is the first to speak, "Sorry..."

"No. Its okay. You guys shouldn't have to put up with being called these names.

And Harry, Your ears are showing."