Kiss Me Underneath The Mistltoe (слэш)

“A hot chocolate please, extra marshmallows.” Louis requests, tapping his fingers idly on the counter as the boy nods and stumbles around to make his drink.
This boy is adorably clumsy, Louis decides, and he’s got an adorable face to match it. He looks a bit young now that Louis’ looked at him properly, maybe 18 or 19, but he’s so gangly and klutzy that he seems much younger. He’s somehow managed to cover his whole apron in the hot chocolate mix and he’s got melted marshmallow on his nose. Louis laughs quietly as pays the boy when he hands him his drink. He leaves a small tip in the little decorated jar that reads ‘college fund’ and giggles when the boy thanks him profusely, deep voice rumbling in his chest.
“No problem….” Louis pauses to peer at his nametag, “Harry. And by the way, you’ve got a bit of marshmallow on your nose, mate.”
Harry blushes, green doe eyes wide, and he covers his nose with a large hand, wiping at it discreetly while Louis chuckles, wishes him happy holidays and strolls back out of the shop.
 
or: Harry and Louis meet by chance and things turn out really well.