\\ Monophobia // {Larry Stylinson AU}

\\.Uncontrollable 2.//

A/N

Louis' in this chapter so yay!
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Harry knew he couldn't go back to his flat. That would be the first place Liam looked, but he still really wanted to get drunk. He just wanted to forget about his Zayn problems without being alone and risk having a panic attack.

So he decided on walking to a bar not to far away from the cafe. Harry never went to bars and Liam knew that. He didn't like going public places in general. So he knew Liam wouldn't check there.

That's another thing Harry has - social anxiety. Social anxiety and a phobia of being alone, what a mix right. So meeting new people sucked for him, he preferred to be around people he knew and trusted, but he figured he'd get drunk enough not to give a shit.

Thus Harry began his small journey to the sketchy bar at the end of the street. It was cold almost 7 pm, Harry was freezing. So he snuggled more into his big black jacket. Pieces of hair falling out of his bun due to the cold wind.

The rational side of him was saying he should turn back and apologize to Liam, and eat because he was still hungry, and he didn't want Liam to be mad at him.

But the irrational side was saying to go and get drunk and forget about his problems.

Of course he listened to the latter.

Once Harry arrived at the small building, he opened the door and stepped inside Taking in his surroundings. He noticed a fair amount of people in the bar.

-A burly big man with a beard in the left corner already staring him down. Which made him very uncomfortable.

-A what looked to be middle aged women. Trying so hard to flirt with the bar tender, who had no intention of paying her any mind.

Which speaking of the bar tender, he was a guy who looked no older than in his twenties. Piercing, beautiful, blue eyes. He had feathery brown hair which was swept to the side in a fringe. Harry also noticed that he had cheekbones to absolutely die for. The shorter man was also wearing the standard bar tender uniform. A black on black outfit with an apron wrapped around his slim waist. He was kinda hot.

Okay maybe a lot hot, and maybe Harry would like to see him outside of that apron. Wait what?

Harry quickly shook those thoughts from my head. He loves Zayn he reminded himself, as he walked further into the bar. Maybe this wasn't a great idea. Harry was already starting to feel overwhelmed by the amount of people.

No, i'm 19. Harry thought. I can be in a bar if I want to. He can handle this.

Harry started walking over to the bar sitting on the opposite side away from the big man and flirty women. Waiting for the bar tender to take his order.

The cute boy finally walked over to him giving him a smile. His name tag read 'Louis'. What a lovely name he thought.

"Hello sir, what would you like to drink?" The boy asked.

"Umm just some beer please." Harry whispered out blushing while fiddling with my fingers- a nervous tick.

Louis just smirked raising an eyebrow "coming right up."

"Thanks." He muttered out as Louis left. Just then his pocket buzzed, he pulled his phone from his back pocket to see who texted him, because maybe it was Zayn?