an au where harry is a guest at nick’s show and they do the heart monitor challenge when nick’s colleague louis tomlinson enters the room to ask someone about something and now everyone knows that harry styles has huge crush on the cute radio host
Embarrassed. Embarrassed is what Harry was as he was sitting down with three wires were taped to his chest and connected to a heart monitor. The last thing he needed was to be exploited like this on the radio at eight in the morning. “You two are idiots,” Harry pointed towards Lou and Harry, his cheeks flushed pink because there was noting he could do to get himself out of something like this. “I just asked them for triggers, sue and it looked like those worked. Nothing wrong with a little love for a pair of Chelsea Boots.” Nick teased, bringing his thumb and index finger up to his glasses and wiggling them around over the bridge of his nose. An idiot. “You’re all terrible,” Harry groaned while slouching his back into the chair, his hands coming up to cup his warm cheeks as his breathing was calming due to the precious laugh attack when he declared his love for a pair of boots. Nothing, and he meant nothing would make him feel more ridiculous than he did right now. That is where he was wrong. As if on queue, /he/ walks through the door. For the past three times that Harry has been on the show he has seen a new face around and that face belonged to none other than Louis Tomlinson. Harry thought he was the prettiest thing to ever be placed on this earth. He was sure Louis’ face was chiseled by the gods with cheekbones like those and kissed to leave an array of small freckles on his left cheek that are noticeable when close enough. No, he hasn’t gotten that close, but he did find him on Instagram. He had a fat primary crush on this gorgeous man, having only ever spoken three words to him. Those being ‘hello’ each time he came into the studio, and maybe some mumbling but he didn’t seem to count those as words. “Grim,” Louis perked up as he poked his head through the opening of the door, the same smile that made Harry’s face turn like a damn tomato, “There’s a call on line 3 that’s important, and by that I mean it’s your mother.” Louis finished off, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. Nick gave him a nod and put his finger up to show he need another minute, but it being Nick with one minute he meant ten because he never quit talking. “Alright, last two.” Nick coughed, picking the pictures up in his hands only to raise a brow at the laugh that Lou snorted. “Think we’ve found a much bigger love than the Chelsea Boots Nick,” she called out to him. Everyone in the room turned their heads towards the heart monitor to see ‘106’ showing on the screen, the number continuing to increase. Nick turned to face Louis, a smile growing on his lips only to throw his head back in laughter. “Mr. Harry Styles isn’t so caught up on those Chelsea Boots now is he? 106– 109– 110! Your own heart has given you away, mate.” Nick laughed, his eyes now on Harry. Everyone’s gaze was on Harry and all he wanted to do was run out of the room and hide in the break room with a pint of ice cream. Harry cleared his throat, his hands coming to up to shield his cheeks from showing them in their red nature, covering his eyes so he didn’t have to face Louis, and slouched even further into the chair with his laugh echoing through the room. He was sure Louis knew it was because of /him/, and the pleased grin on his perfect face showed that. “I’m so fucked,” Harry whined into his arm, pulling the wires from his chest. He was fucked. Fucked. Fucked. Fucked. He turned his head towards Louis while Nick, Lou, and Harry were all laughing at one another because he was sure this was part of their stupid plan. Louis walked himself over and helped Harry with the last wire that he was struggling with, grinning. “You’re something else Styles,” he spoke, turning off the machine. And yeah, Harry was something else but at this moment he was a fool who had a school girl crush on Louis Tomlinson.
