[A/N: HOPEFULLY, NOW WATTPAD WILL LET PEOPLE COMMENT AND STUFF. I'M SO DONE!]

I just want the book to end and also not end at the same time. Weird, ikr! I am just so emotionally attached to this book that it is literally my baby. My only famous book. lmao. So pathetic. But seriously, Louis-e really got a lot of appreciation from you guys and it makes me so happy. Let's save this rant for the end which is very near.

Unedited. Also a Larry chapter. Pardon.


[TIME SKIP]

Two months passed by quickly, it was March already. Past two months turned out to be fine. Although Louis had his doubts, would panic every once in a while when his dad would come back from one of his business trips and the lad couldn't sleep all night, thinking his parents would break out the big news about them moving to some new place. However, luck was on his side and nothing ever happened. It actually gave him a little hope that maybe this time God is, for the first time, cutting him some slack.

It was such a relief to think so and what's wrong with thinking something positive? Its good because you attract what you reflect. So, he had decided to be positive and not worry about moving. Manifesting for good luck may work this time. He really wants to be happy this time, he wants something for himself. Louis had stopped asking for things from God a while ago, but now that he thinks almighty is being lenient on him, maybe he should be a little selfish.

Louis was startled out of his thoughts as a tray was angrily placed in front of him, making him flinch back. "Wow, might as well smack that tray right in my face. Will work like a charm, Harry." He commented sarcastically, watching the lad taking his apron off furiously and smacking it on the table. "Apron will work, too."

"Not in the mood, Lou!" Harry glared at the lad standing behind the counter, who was smirking back at Harry. "Motherfucker." He mouthed at him, only for the lad to mouth back 'only for you, baby' with his cocky smirk.

"Some context will be great, H."

"I want to crush his face with a wrench, wifey."

"A little less disgusting one," Louis muttered under his breath, picking up his chocolate milkshake and sipping it through a straw. "Thank you for the funny straw."

"Do you not see how miserable I am?" Harry threw his hands in the air in disbelief. "Am I invisible to you? Or is my misery funny to you? Or you just care about that stupid funny straw!"

"I can see you are... frustrated." Louis smacked his lips delightfully. "But yeah, I don't know about the misery. I asked for the context, too. You were just too absorbed in wrenching his face."

"Yeah, I just killed him in my brain." Harry shrugged, snatching the glass from Louis' hand and taking a big sip. "I make awesome milkshakes!"

"Gotta complain to Oliver about one of his waiters sipping on a customer's milkshake." Louis sneered. "I'm on a break!" Harry scoffed lightly. "We might go a break if you ever again took a sip from my straw or go tongue first with my spoon. You know I'm very particular about such stuff."

"You're not particular. You're just an arsehole— just like him!" Harry pointed at the lad behind the counter.

Louis sighed deeply. "What happened, H? I thought you were enjoying working here."

"I do enjoy my work when that motherfucker isn't around." Harry was just a cashier at the bakery, but a month ago, just a week after his birthday, he was given the position of a barista and the curly haired boy was more than happy. Even Niall had started working in a local bookstore.

"And how exactly is he bothering you, babe?" Louis asked, wiping the tip of the straw. He giggled a little when Harry frowned at his action. "I love you."

"And you are very good at showing, wifey." Harry huffed. "Anyway, that is Trevor— he's american." He spat out in distaste, "I know, right!" He made a sound of approval when Louis grimaced at the mention of his nationality. "So, it's not even two week since he joined, and this bitch- he's been buttering Oliver."

"Is he laying it on real thick?" Louis asked.

"Big time, wifey!" Harry slammed his hand on the table. "And now- you know, how I was going to ask for an off for this weekend?"

"For our Sunday date?"

"Yes, darling!" Harry exclaimed. "And this bitch, he talked his way out of the evening shift and got me shifted into it. The audacity." He frowned. "He's been hogging my work, my compliments, my tips and now my shifts!"

"That's unreasonable!" Louis snarled. "You gotta get your shift back, H."

"What am I gonna do, Lou?" Harry cried out in frustration. "This boy is making my life hell on my land!" He turned to give Trevor snake eyes. "Go back to America, Trevor, England doesn't want you, ya piece of shit!"

Louis pursed his lips to contain a laugh and was very thankful that the bakery wasn't very crowded and Oliver was in the back area. "I wish the lads were here to hear this dialogue."

"Ah, English boy, don't be such a brat." Trevor mocked Harry in british accent. "Also, you are off your break, matey."

Harry's nostrils flared with anger. "Piss off, wanker!"

"Piss off, wanker!" Trevor mocked his accent, taking off his apron. "You guys have the best accent." He smiled at Louis. "Ooh, ooh, how about I give your friend some company, huh, Harold?"

"Ooh, ooh, how about I break your face?" Harry gritted out. He pulled out the other chair off the table and took it with him behind the counter. "Sorry, mate, there's no seat left for you."

"Good example of being petty." Trevor chuckled deeply, pulling out a chair from another table and placed it on Louis' table. "Every problem has a solution, believe me."

Louis stifled a laugh and looked at Harry with a sympathetic smile. "Love, you know what, you are standing right there. I'm sure I'm fine."

Harry groaned out in frustration. "You are not allowed to sit with the customers, even in your break time."

"Worked well for you, British boy." Trevor retorted.

"Yeah, because Louis isn't my customer. He's my boyfriend, he's my family." Harry miffed. "And I don't want any stranger to hang around my family."

"Mhm... mhm... very cute." Trevor gave him a shit eating grin and turned to Louis. "Hello, Louis, I'm Trevor Jones. I'm eighteen, from New York. I go to the same school as British boy and I like the color yellow. See, not a stranger anymore, huh, Louis?" Louis laughed loudly, shutting down as quickly as Harry glared at him. "So, he's your boss?"

"No." Louis answered with a stifled scoff.

"Harry's— he just cares a lot about me."

"Not from my point of view." Trevor smirked at Harry.

"You shove your point of view right up your arse because Louis doesn't care about it!" Harry growled softly, looking around to see if their little squabble had attracted any spectators. Fortunately, they were still safe.

"Oh, in America, it's just ass." Trevor muttered to Louis. "You are cool with your teensy braids."

"Louis, I see you are done with your milkshake." Harry gritted out with a smile. "No need to pay, it's on the house, love. Off you go now..."

Trevor guffawed. "You should come often, Louis. You seem cool, unlike British boy here."

"Oh, I will show—

"Harry? Trevor?" They turned to Oliver, who was giving them a questioning look. "There's a time and place." He scolded.

"I was on a break, Oli. Was talking to my good friend, Louis." Trevor gave Louis a pleading look.

"Oh—

"Yes, Oliver. Trevor, Harry and I were just discussing... stuff." Louis gave him a small smile. He could feel Harry shooting hot daggers at him and felt the heat bubbling up in him.

"Okay. And Trevor, get back to work in five!" Oliver ordered, turning back to enter the back area.

"Thank you, Louis!" Trevor smiled. They heard a little angry grunt from Harry, who just gave Louis one last look, before scooting far off the other corner. Louis sighed softly, it is going to be difficult to make up with Harry. "He'll be fine, Louis. Don't worry. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"If you want to make the matter worse..." Louis pursed his lips. "I'm sorry,"

"Oh, no!" Trevor waved his hand dismally. "B-t-w, I owe you one, Louis. You saved me."

Louis raised an eyebrow at that and hummed softly. "So, will you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Let Harry do the morning shift this Sunday. Please?"

Trevor shrugged casually. "'Course! Anyway, I did that to piss him off." He stood up and made his way back behind the counter. "Thank you, mate." Louis grinned. "I guess, I'll leave now."

"See ya!"

"Sure." Louis chuckled, making his way towards Harry. "I'm leaving."

"Hello? Who dis?" Harry pretended to be on a phone call.

"You are supposed to do that when you are actually on a phone. But since you want to act like a dickhead, I don't want to try any further." Louis frowned. "Talk to me when you get your head out of your ass!" Harry gasped a little. With one last huff, Louis turned around to leave.

"Bye, Louis!"

"Bye, Trevor!"
-

Whistling out some melody, Louis walked out of the bathroom, throwing the towel in the laundry basket. He checked himself in the mirror and made a thinking face. "Maybe I should cut my hair again..." he mumbled to himself. "Just a tad bit, I guess."

He looked away from the mirror when his phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Harry. Rolling his eyes, he accepted the call, but didn't say anything.

"C'mon, pup, I'm sorry!" Harry whined. "But you took his side, when he clearly is plotting against me, wifey."

"Well, he was nice to me. What am I supposed to do when someone is nice to me? Tell them off?" Louis asked, getting under his covers.

"No..." Harry whispered. "I just— I didn't like him getting all friendly with you."

"Oh, how surprising? You don't like someone being friendly with me. That's new..." Louis commented sarcastically, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Honey, you know I get protective." Harry clicked his tongue. "Okay..." he sighed. "I got jealous." Louis tittered softly, shaking his head. "For what's it worth, I'm not into every guy who talks to me."

"It's worth a lot and I know." Harry muttered grumpily. "Also, he gave me his morning shift back." A little smile appeared on Harry's face, making his dimple pop.

Louis cooed a little. "You can thank me."

"Why?"

"He said he owes me one, so I asked him for a favor."

Harry gasped softly. "So, he did it for you— what a—

"For once in your life, be happy!" Louis barked on the phone.

"Jesus!" Harry let out a stifled squeak, placing his hand on his racing heart. "I'm happy, I'm happy. Sometimes you're like a chihuahua, this little guy with scary demeanour."

"Do you wanna break up with me?" Louis questioned.

"I can't seem to catch a break, man!" Harry muttered, looking away from the camera.

"First off, don't look at that window when you are talking to yourself and I am around. It freaks the fuck out of me. Especially when it's almost midnight!" Louis whisper-yelled into the speaker. "And you know, I don't like chihuahuas. Don't compare me to one. Also, pugs."

Harry licked his lips, then smacked them lightly. "Cool. No talking in alone while I looking towards the window— fyi I don't really see ghosts or talk to—

"Did you not listen when I said almost midnight?" Louis raised a brow, tauntingly.

"Good luck having me as your boyfriend, wifey." Harry mumbled dejectedly.

"I love you. I love bickering with you." Louis whispered softly. "It just- In a way, I feel like you are the way you are because then I get to, y'know, your missing half. So, please, don't hate me when I yell at you."

"Do you talk with the other lads like this?" Harry asked with a grin threatening to spread on his lips.

"Romantically?"

"Yes,"

"Uh-huh," Louis hummed. "Whenever there's, y'know, the moment. Which for us has passed." He gave Harry a derisive smile.

"Yep, clearly." Harry pursed his lips, huffing out loudly, "Why do I have to be cocky?!" he whined.

That cracked Louis up. He covered his mouth and looked at the door to see if anyone would pop up to complain about his loudness, but nothing happened. "You know what, Harry? I promise to be absolutely romantic with you— amorous talk and the lovering part..." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. However, he regretted his actions instantly when Harry squealed like a little girl, making his ears ring. "Let me finish!" He snarled.

"When, Louis?!"

"Yeah, I was reaching that part till you decided to make me deaf!" Louis sneered, wincing a little. "Anyway, I was saying I am willing to be every bit of romantic when you learn to contain yourself."

"So... never?" Harry asked bemusedly.

And that made Louis sigh out loud. "Baby, maybe now's not the time. You should sleep."

"With you?" Harry asked with a cheeky wink

"That won't happen if you keep bugging me about it."

"Good point. I love you, wifey. Good night!"

"I love you, too, H. Good night." Louis blew a kiss at the screen. "Can't believe I have to go to sleep just after looking at your horrible face. Hav'ta call the other lads." He smirked at Harry.

"Ah, same." The curly haired lad clicked his tongue in fake disapproval. "I can see the nightmares approaching my way, ugly."

Louis pulled his lower lip between his teeth, trying not to smile. He flipped his boyfriend off through the screen. "I hope you choke on your snores."

"I hope you choke on your moans when I fuck you."

"Shut up!" Louis barked out a laugh, moving the phone away from his face as he blushed uncontrollably. "You're disgusting." He shook his head, still laughing. "There's Niall who literally talks about genuine, heartwarming stuff before I got to sleep, Zayn usually talks about too abstract stuff and makes fun of me, Liam and I generally gossip and then there's you— 'I hope you choke on your moans when I fuck you'." He covered his mouth as he gasped for air between his laughs.

"I cannot imagine Niall saying that to anyone." Harry chortled loudly. "Can you?"

"Oh, my god, no!"

"I got these superb graphic images in my head." Harry snorted loudly. "God, Louis, you're seriously going to choke yourself on your own laugh. Relax!"

After a few seconds, Louis managed to control his laugh, hoping his family didn't hear him. "I fucking hate you, Harry. You are so lewd and unnecessary sometimes."

"It was a nice imagination." Harry gave him a shit-eating, cheeky grin, chuckling wryly. "You know that I won't be able to sleep now, huh?"

"It's like one mind."

-

This chapter was too weird lmao. Idk. Also, I cannot get enough of Larry. I just cannot. I'm sorry smh.

Also, Americans (if there's any) don't be offended. I don't particularly hate you or you or your country. So, I'm sorry.

So, I've decided to give y'all two parts of epilogues. Let's see 'cause idk yet. I still couldn't grasp the fact that Louis-e will be over in like another 8 updates. It's so weird. I'm going to cry. Fuck. Those 8 chapters are over from my side. So it's pretty real, haha. I mean, this book has been up for three years and still not over. That's wack.

I wish to know your genuine opinion on my Louis-e. Mind giving me that?

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Thank you for 116k reads. Y'all are absolute cuties.

I hope you liked it x

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