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It's been a week since Louis left the supermarket in his super suit. He finds himself swiftly walking into the same shop, this time making sure he is in his normal clothes. His beanie is on his head with his hair down over his forehead. His glasses are on his nose and a scarf is wrapped around his throat, covering half his face. 

Winter time gives him a good excuse to wear the large scarf, though he is actually wearing it to make sure Zayn won't recognize him if he is working. He never gets cold, and the glasses are fake since Louis is able to see perfectly. 

He walks through the aisles silently, the basket with his groceries in is hooked on his arm. "I need more tea." He mutters to himself and turns around to move towards where he knows the tea is displayed, but as soon as he does so, he can see the familiar stature of Zayn, filling the racks with fresh boxes of tea. 

Louis gasps and quickly turns away again. Oh no, Zayn can't see him. He will be able to tell who Louis is. 

The blue-eyed man is panicking. He knows well that no one has recognized him before and if he can fool his roommate, then he can surely fool Zayn. His eyes are focussed on the cans of soup in front of him as his mind is rushing. 

"Can I help you, sir?" A voice speaks up. 

Louis yelps startled and he turns to the man wide-eyed. His eyes lock with Zayn's for a second before he looks down and blushes. "Ah, no, I... uh." 

"You have been staring at those cans for five minutes, man. You almost burned a hole through them." His voice is teasing, but Louis tenses up. 

"I was just..." He points at one of the cans. "I need soup." He drops it in his basket and smiles behind the scarf as he looks up at Zayn again. 

Zayn is leaning against the rack. "Hmm. You are cute." 

Louis' heart skips a beat. "Do you flirt with everyone?" 

"No, only with the cute guys." He winks and shakes his head. "You look familiar, actually. Have I seen you here before?" 

Louis' eyes widen. "I, uh. Well, I live close by. So, yes. Possibly. I mean, that I look familiar, of course." He is scolding himself on the inside at how coherent his sentences are but loses the thought as soon as he hears Zayn chuckle. 

"Like I said, cute." 

"The word you are looking for is handsome, Zayn." His voice is weak. He doesn't mind Zayn calling him cute. "Thank you very much." He makes sure to keep his tone playful. 

"How do you know my name?" Zayn asks confused. 

Louis pouts his lips as he takes a step closer and taps on the name tag on Zayn's chest. "I can read." That earns another chuckle from the taller man. 

"Of course. I almost forgot we had those." He smirks and looks down at the tag. "Quite an unfair advantage for you, right? I don't know your name." 

Louis smiles. "Poor you." His smile turns into a smirk. He is definitely flirting. 

"Well?" Zayn looks at him and raises an eyebrow. "Won't you tell me?" 

"Ah, I think I will be keeping it a secret for a bit longer." He chuckles at Zayn's pout. 

"You are a horrible man, Blue-eyes." He shakes his head as Louis scoffs out a laugh. 

"Blue-eyes? That is the best you can come up with?" He asks, biting his lip. He can see Zayn's eyes shift to his lips and also doesn't miss the lad licking his own lips. 

"I'm not very poetic, I must admit." He answers, focussing back on Louis' eyes. 

"Zayn?" Both boys look up as a new voice enters the conversation. A man in his fifties is staring at them. "Are you done with the tea?" 

"Almost. I was just helping out a costumer." He calls back and sighs once the man disappeared around the corner. "That was my boss. I better be going back to work soon, before he fires me." 

"I wouldn't want that." 

Zayn shakes his head. "Me neither." He says. "Now, what I would like, however, is your phone number, Blue-eyes." He smirks. 

"Depends, Zayn. Do you ask a lot of people for their number?" He asks. The paper Zayn wrote a week ago is on his fridge, hanging from a heart-shaped magnet. 

Zayn chuckles. "No. I've been working here for three years and I only gave my number to one other guy. He never called me." He says. "So I decided to grab my chance with someone cuter and ask their number. First time I am courageous enough to do so." 

Louis chuckles. "Give me your phone then." He takes the device from the raven-haired man and quickly saves his number in the phone. "Now you better call me. Don't leave me hanging." He says and hands the phone back. He walks over to the tea and grabs a pack of his favourite. 

"See you later, Zayn." He says as he passes the man again. 

"Oh, certainly, Louis." He calls back. 

Louis smiles to himself proudly as he hears Zayn read his name from his phone. 

He can't wait for that call. 

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Short second part of the one-shot I wrote earlier. 

It's short I know, but I left it at this because I didn't feel like it needed more. And now I want to make it into a story... Oops? 

Let me know what you think? 

xx Lisa xx 

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