Day one and Harry
knew Louis was a fucking narcissistic asshole. At that time, though, Harry didn’t even know his name. He would soon enough.
He came through the line at Starbucks at 7:30 AM, far too early for Harry to be even remotely happy about the impatient people tapping their feet while they waited in line.
Louis was talking on his cell phone, loudly, like the ass he is. He was fourth in line and Harry could already hear him babbling, so goddamn ostentatiously, in the otherwise peaceful shop.
Sure, it was Starbucks,
so there was weird techno music playing softly over the speakers that did not really fit the early commuter attitude of all the businessmen and women that crowded into the small space, but,
even with all the commotion going on around him, Harry could still pick up on the little remarks Louis made to whomever was on the other end of the line.
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