Chapter 1
#1
“Mother fucker” Louis groans, his laptop is about to die. The annoying blinking in the corner of the screen confirming that fact “fuck me backwards” he mutters as he looks around the small café to see that the only table with a plug is taken up by some hipster idiot. I mean really, who wears golden boots and a man bun to a café at nine in the morning?
Louis sighs deeply, there are only two options; Let his laptop die and run the risk of not finishing his coursework or sit across from hipster man bun guy. With a place at college at stake the choice is obvious. Louis grabs his bag and stands up, perching his laptop and mug of tea and separate hands before making his way over to the table and sitting down with a rather unceremonious huff.
Upon further inspection, Louis can see the boy has lovely green eyes and a killer jaw line. He has a few acne scars across his cheeks and a plethora of tattoos are visible from underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He’s attractive, no doubt, almost intimidatingly so but there are more important things Louis has to do than gape at this boy.
“I’m Louis and I’ll be using your socket, thanks” He says taking a sip of tea and digging his laptop charger out from the depths of his bag. Hastily he plugs it into the wall, turning on the switch with a quiet click and plugging it into his laptop which stops blinking at him almost instantly.
“Well Louis – and – I’ll – be – using – your – socket, I’m Harry” The guy drawls which makes Louis roll his eyes, the last thing he needs right now is a sarcastic twat. The aim here is to get his shit charged and leave, he’s not about to engage in conversations with attractive hipsters like Harry.
“Whatcha doin’?” Harry asks craning his neck to get a look at Louis’ computer screen. And if at that point Louis was mentally comparing him to a baby meerkat, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone.
“Work” Louis mumbles typing furiously, definitely not so he could speak to this gorgeous stranger for a few extra minutes when he’s done. Definitely not.
“What kind of work?” Harry asks taking a bite of the scone he’s eating, admiring the little furrow between Louis’ brows as he corrects a spelling mistake and the glare of the computer screen giving his face an ethereal glow.
“Work-y work” Louis says smiling slightly and looking over the edge of his laptop, making brief eye contact with Harry who looks mildly amused.
“Well, I won’t bother you then” he hums “it must be incredibly important”
“Oh it is” Louis says as he averts his eyes back to the screen “almost as important as me getting your number before I leave”
“Smooth” Harry chuckles rolling his eyes but half an hour later Louis is exciting the café with a completed essay, a date for the night and the number of a particularly lovely hipster scrawled across a napkin with a little jam on one of the corners.