Re: TMOS Thread 9.0
one direction into pizza's ass
Date: August 28, 2018 02:53PM
Harry Styles rolled over in bed as his alarm clock blared in his ears. He groaned and stared at it blankly for a moment before slamming his hand on top of it, silencing it. He dangled his arm over the edge of the bed and eyed his work pants lying by his closet. It was too early to be awake on a weekend. He sat there for a few minutes before crawling out of his bed.
Harry ran his fingers through his tangled hair as he went into the bathroom across the hall. His mother was passing by with some laundry as he shut the door.
"Work today, Harry?"
She received a groggy groan in response and smiled, continuing on her way.
Harry stared at himself in the mirror. He was still waking up, so his eyelids were drooping and his face looked pale. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, instantly bringing the color back to his skin. He let the water drip down his chin before giving his reflection a cheeky grin.
His mother watched as Harry bolted down the stairs and into the laundry room. A smile slowly grew on her face as she counted down seconds on her fingers before she heard Harry yelling.
"Mum, where's my shirt?"
"In your closet where I put it." She replied. Gemma rolled her eyes at her brother's antics but Harry darted out of the laundry room and back to his room upstairs. Minutes later he came down in his black slacks and polo and sat at the table next to Gemma.
"You should try to keep track of your own clothes instead of making mum do it." Gemma teased.
Harry smiled and Anne set a plate of breakfast in front on him. Harry immediately began eating. There was an eased silence between the three.
"So Harry, how long do you work today?" Anne asked.
"Pretty much all day." He answered, looking up from his plate. "They asked since tomorrow is a holiday. It's going to be busy so they wanted all the employees they could get."
"Do you need a ride?"
"No, I was going to drive."
"But Harry I was going to use the car today." Gemma frowned.
He furrowed his brows and gave his mom a look. She shrugged at him.
"You two work it out, don't get me involved."
Harry pursed his lips in annoyance. "Fine, Gemma you can use the car today. Mum, will you take me to work?"
She smiled. "Of course, hun."
Harry smiled and put his dish in the sink. "I'll get my shoes on."
"I'll be in the car." She grabbed the keys and went to the car. Minutes later Harry jumped in the passenger's seat, his shoes still untied. Anne gave him a disapproving look and he gave her a cheesy smile. He quickly tied his shoes to rid of her expression.
The bakery was only a few minutes away, so Harry and his mother listened to the radio quietly as they drove. She parked in front of the bakery and right before Harry jumped out of the car, she grabbed his wrist and kissed him on the forehead.
"Have a good day. Call me when your shift ends."
He smiled. "I will." Harry jumped out of the car and jogged down the sidewalk to the front entrance. He opened the door and his co-workers instantly greeted him.
"Good to see ya Harry! Glad you decided to show up on time."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, well, have to give credit to my mum. Gemma decided to steal the car today."
"It's what sisters are for, isn't it?" His manager smiled, putting her hands on her hips. "Now get to work, it's going to be busy."
Harry nodded. "Right."
"Hello! Welcome to your local radio broadcasting station! Today, we have a special visit from Louis Tomlinson, an uprising singer who's making his way up the charts-"
The radio was flipped off, gaining Harry's attention. He looked up from his phone to see one of his co-workers finding a station to listen to.
"Don't like radio news?" He teased.
"I'd rather listen to music." She replied, stopping on a pop station that had all the major hits currently. Harry wasn't one to listen to mainstream music; he liked older music or instrumental - things that he could sing to or harmonize with. A lot of the music these days were lacking in depth and passion. Harry thought of becoming a singer but realized that he would rather go to college and get a degree than be a one-hit-wonder and his uprising fame would crash down below him. It was a much safer route.
A few hours later it was lunchtime and customers were coming in by the dozens. Some of them were getting pastries and loaves of bread for the holidays while others wanted either just for enjoyment. Harry smiled at each customer as they entered and exited the bakery. He loved his job. Sometimes he got to help make the pastries or decorate them or simply operate the front cash register. Either way, he loved the atmosphere and the people that worked with him. The initial lunch rush was starting, so Harry took a deep breath. The line was starting to build up, and soon the large space of the entrance was filling up with people. Harry heard the distinct chime of the opening door, but ignored it as many people were filing in the entrance way.
He helped multiple people one-by-one with their orders and the line decreased significantly the next few minutes. A smile never ceased to leave his face as each customer passed through, some cheerful, some not so much.
"I'll have a blueberry pastry." A girl that approached the cash register said. Harry nodded and went to get one from the glass case, but saw there were none. He frowned and found a co-worker to take his place while he went to the back to get some more. It was rare they ever ran out, but it must be the over-indulgence from the holidays. Harry got a tray and brought it out front, handing the girl one with a napkin. She thanked him and paid while he bent down to set the rest in the glass case in a line.
"I'll have two apple strudels." A male voice said. The co-worker he had replaced him nodded.
"Harry, will you get those for him?" She asked. Harry nodded and reached into the case, picking them up with a napkin, and straightening his back as he stood up. As he looked up at the customer, his voice hitched in the back of his throat and all time seemed to stand still.
The customer had tousled brown hair that was covered by a gray beanie. He was wearing a gray jacket with a black and white striped shirt underneath with black pants. He had blue eyes that shone with deviance and they averted their gaze to Harry. They had a glint of puzzlement as he stared at Harry, but a small smile came to his face. Harry slowly handed him the strudels that he had put in a small bag.
"U-Uh," He cleared his throat. "Here."
He took them and nodded. "Thanks." He reached in his pocket for his wallet. A girl came frolicking up to him and wrapped her arms around his, staring at him lovingly.
"You ready, Lou?"
"Almost, Eleanor." He answered, giving her a quick peck on the lips, making Harry frown. He held out money to Harry and raised his eyebrows. Harry glared at the money before taking it and giving him back some change.
"Thanks curly." He responded, giving him a discreet wink before taking the small bag and walking away. Harry was breathless. He felt stupid though, is this what love at first sight felt like? His co-worker approached him from behind with a big smile.
"You fancy him?"
Harry turned and gave her an incredulous look. "I don't even know him!"
"Then why don't you?"
"Because he has a girlfriend, that much is obvious." Harry eyed them as they sat at a small table in the corner of the bakery, chatting about who-knows-what.
Harry suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "So, he's not interested."
"You don't know that! He's Louis Tomlinson, rumors about his sexuality never cease even if he has a girlfriend."
"Louis Tomlinson?" Harry questioned. Never had he heard that name until this morning on the radio, which he had just recalled. "Who is he?"
"One of the most popular artists right now. He got famous from the X Factor." She replied, stocking the case with more pastries. "I can't believe you've never heard of him."
"I don't watch the telly often." He sat on the barstool and leaned his head against the wall. Louis Tomlinson. What an interesting name.
"I wouldn't doubt your chances with him. He's said to get in and out of relationships quickly, though this current one he has has been going for a while now." She said, eyeing the said couple curiously.
"It doesn't matter." Harry said bleakly, "So what if I fancy him, I have nothing to offer except my cooking."
She burst into a fit of laughter, slightly startling Harry. She put her hands on her hips and faced him. "Harry, you don't give yourself enough credit! There's plenty of things to like about you!"
He certainly didn't agree but didn't press the argument further. Sure, he found Louis attractive, but he had a girlfriend and he was famous. He wouldn't ever like an ordinary guy like Harry.
Eventually, the lunch rush was over, but Louis and Eleanor were still in the corner, even being long done with their strudels. Was it just Harry, or did Louis keep sneaking glances at him every now and then? He must've been hallucinating or something.
Eleanor stood up and left to go to what Harry presumed was the bathroom. Louis watched her carefully for a moment before standing up slowly, letting the chair be pushed back by his legs, and approaching Harry. Harry looked up from his phone and swallowed harshly, attempting to hold back his fidgety legs as they kept tapping up and down.
Louis leaned on the glass and did nothing but look at Harry, and eventually he got so self-conscious he wanted it to end. "Can I help you?" He snapped, more harshly than intended. His nervous tapping became more rapid, though Louis didn't seem to notice. The color in Harry's face was draining the longer Louis stared at him.
"I've never seen someone quite as attractive as you before." Louis said, completely disregarding Harry's question. He was caught so off-guard that his mouth gaped open and his hands went cold. Did he seriously just say that?
"You heard me." Louis lips twitched into a devious smile. "Are you single?"
"You're not so why does it matter?" Harry shot back. He groaned internally. He had never been good at speaking with people he was attracted to. So what if a celebrity was hitting on him? So what if he was super attractive? So what if Harry was twitterpated over a guy he just met? He was still in a relationship and that wasn't fair to the other person, as much as Harry wanted that aspect to not be true.
"It was just a question." Louis said, sliding closer. Harry's eyes quivered as he stared at Louis. His blue eyes were shining brilliantly and his small smile made his face look 20x brighter. Harry wanted to ignore him, but he continued. "I've never seen such fascinating hair as yours. Is it natural?"
"Is this how you always talk to people?" He questioned. Harry didn't mean to sound so rude, it was just this Tomlinson guy rubbed him the wrong way, whether he was hot or not.
"Touchy I see." He said, interlacing his fingers. "Well, I was going to ask-"
"Lou-bear!" Eleanor exclaimed, interrupting him. Louis' face went a full 180 and he plastered a smile on his face, extending his arms out to her. She embraced him in a hug and looked at him. "We still have all day. I want to look around the town more."
"Alright, whatever you want." He kissed her slowly and Harry flared his nostrils in disgust. Talk about PDA. He could not be jealous over a guy he just met.
They broke apart and Louis lazily slung his arm over Eleanor's shoulders. "Well, it was nice talkin' to you curly. I'll see you later." He winked and him and Eleanor exited the bakery. Harry clenched his teeth. Did that seriously just happen? The oh-so famous Louis Tomlinson comes frolicking into the bakery - the one Harry works at, no less - and hits on him like it's not big deal? Was Louis even gay? He thought back to what his co-worker had said, but he knew nothing about Louis, and he wasn't about to stalk him on the Internet.
He groaned. This was turning out to be a long day.