My Flappy Bird

The only way to date him is to beat his best score in Flappy Bird.  

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Twenty-year old Harry Styles is nothing but a clumsy boy. But little did he know his clumsiness is the reason he met with the most annoying and narcissist human being on campus ground, Louis Tomlinson, and fell in love him like the bird in the Flappy Bird game if you failed to tap the screen. 

Tap..tap....tap.

It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning for any university student, but Harry a lot of things to do on that particularly sunny, bright and beautiful Sunday, namely; Pick up her sister's dress at the dry cleaning, submit his -late- assignment to his professor, get his car at the workshop all before nine a.m where his shift at Starbucks starts. Determined to wake up at 6 the night before, Harry was more than devastated when he woke up only to find out that it was already 7 a.m. His only option was to skip both breakfast and bathing, but even that won't gave him enough time to get to work on time. It's not really rare for Harry to be tardy, but once in a while he wants to prove to Niall Horan that he can be on time if he wants to.  

Slipping in his white Starbucks polo shirt and a pair of tight skinny jeans, Harry quickly head out of his shared flat, not bothering to wake up his flat-mate, Zayn Malik. Harry had to run all the way to the workshop three blocks over where his beloved car was being repaired the past week. Upon arriving at the small car workshop, Harry was greeted with the sight of a big bulky bloke wearing a pair of dark jumpsuit halfway, tying the rest of it around his waist, thus revealing his sweaty body clad with a tight white tank top, as he examine the engine of another car that Harry had never seen before.

"Mornin' Liam," Harry greeted, patting his friend on the shoulder on to get grease and sweat "Egh, how come you're already sweating and greasy so early in the morning?" 

"Eh,...," Liam chuckled nervously "Been working all night here,...Niall uh...kicked me out of the flat last night," 

"He-? Okay, I would love to hear the rest of it but I really need my car,...it is done?" Harry asked politely, but couldn't help but to giggle at the fact that Niall and Liam always fight like old couples married for more than 50 years. 

"Yeah," Liam smiled, shaking his head as if he was agreeing that his fights with Niall are getting sillier. He fished out Harry's car key from the back pocket of his jump suit and handed it to the boy pumped with adrenaline. 

"Thanks mate," Harry smiled widely, dashing towards his car on the other side of workshop. 

Harry drove to his University first, to drop off his assignment that was hastily and messily completed. After he did his first task that morning, he noticed that he didn't have time to pick up Gemma's dress from the dry cleaning. Taking a deep breath, Harry silently plead forgiveness to his sister and decided to ge straight to work. It took him half an hour drive to the Starbucks he works in, and by the time he arrived at his work place, it was 9.05 a.m. Sighing to himself, he begrudgingly parked his car and walked into Starbucks. 

"Hazza! Great! You're here!" His overly excited Irish best-friend greeted him, mentioning him to come over the front counter. Harry punched in his attendance card, silently cursing to himself for being late. Even though his boss wasn't here, he still wasn't happy that he was late, wanting to prove to Niall and himself that he can be better if he wants to. "Here,...this might just be your day!" 

Niall handed him his dark-green apron, and shoved a tray with a hot cappuccino and a huge chocolate-banana muffin. Harry sulkily puts on his work-apron but stared at the tray of food in front of him quizzically.  

"Look over there monkey boy," Niall pointed his finger at one of the booths. Harry's eyes grew wide at the sight of the beautiful 23-year old  Louis William Tomlinson, tapping on his phone while biting his lips. "Here are his orders,...now's your chance!" 

"But-- But,..," Harry started, before his previous adrenaline pumped into his veins again, making him feel extra confident. Taking the orders firmly with his two big calloused hands, Harry marched towards the guy that had been coming into the coffee shop for over eight months now. Louis, after much stalking and researching, is a final year student taking photography as his major at the same Uni, has always been a sight for his sore eyes each time he comes into the coffee shop during Harry's shift. Louis didn't really have a certain schedule, he just pops into the coffee shop at random times.  

But of course, his adrenaline flew out the window as soon as he was two feet away from the brunette-God. His long legs become wobbly, his hand trembled in fear and his vision magically blurred. The next thing he knew was his body collided with the floor, the muffin flew in the air, and the hot cappuccino landed on Louis' head. 

"Fuck! Fucking flap fap fap fuck!" Louis roared, but to Harry's astonishment it was at his phone. "Freaking flap I was at 112 and- and then....YOU!" 

Harry innocent looks up, pointing his finger at himself as if he was saying who? me? Harry couldn't even fathom the fact that Louis was fuming at him, because he looked darn cute with his eye brow furrowed and jaw tensed, like a little mad Furby Boom. 

"YOU-You've destroyed everything! I-I was about to UGH!" Louis grunted in frustration, he then shoved the screen of the phone at Harry's direction and Harry could only managed to see is a few green pipe looking things, a score board and a 'play' button before Louis snatched the phone and walked out of Starbucks muttering "Fucking Flappy Bird" over and over again. 

*** 

"He wasn't mad that I douched hot coffee on him, but something on his phone.....," Harry racked his brain to find out what was on Louis' phone that made him so mad earlier today. It was five hour after the incident had happened and after a few hours of self wallowing and cleaning the same spot five times, Harry decided to go on a rant on how Louis was supposed to be mad at him for pouring hot beverage over him and because he lost -what Harry assumed it was- a game in his phone. 

"Are you sure it was a game? Or maybe it was you seeing things when he was actually texting his girlfriend?" Niall asked teasingly. 

"There were these green pipes, a score board, a lay button,...that's got to be a game right? It reminds me a bit of Mario, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't,"

"He was playing Flappy Bird?" Niall laughed, feeling slightly irritated as he wipes the counter vigorously. "Fuck it had to be that game," 

"Fapping bird?" Harry asked incredulously. 

"Flappy Bird you dimwit," Niall chuckled "Who the hell would want to play Faping Bird? Can't believe that Louis plays that game," 

"Seems like you have a thing against that game?" Harry asked curiously. 

"That game is stupid and it's also the reason I kicked Liam out of the flat last night," Niall huffed "He didn't want to have sex just because he was playing that stupid game," 

"He- Wow,..Liam denied sex," Harry breathed out "Because of that Flapping Bird game?" 

"It's Flappy Bird but whatever," Niall sighed "Can't believe he did that,....You did see him this morning right? When you picked up that piece of crap you call a car?" 

"Don't hate on the classic my Irish friend," Harry warned playfully "And yeah, I saw him this morning, he looked like shit mate. "Is that game really good or something?" 

"The opposite actually,..it's quite stupid and boring," Niall replied angrily. "Let me give you an advice dear Harold,..don't date a guy that plays Flappy Bird, you'll end up kicking them out of the house yelling they can fap their own bird. I mean, seriously, what 25 year-old guy denies his 21 year old boyfriend sex just because he wanted to play some crappy game? I mean if Louis is that way too-" 

"Okay okay, I get it," Harry halted his best mate mid-rant "Guys that plays that game is dick but Louis...Louis looks even cuter playing that game...didn't you see his concentrating face this morning? It's damn cute,..cute as a button I should say," Harry said dreamily "He looks like a little three year old boy that just learned how to use an iPhone," 

"That is disgustingly cute," Niall snickered "I want Liam to grovel and beg for my forgiveness, I don't care how cute and puppy-like he looks when he's playing that game," 

"I bet that's the reason you're turned on and horny last night....Liam's cute puppy face when he's playing Flappy Bird," 

"Ugh, I hate that game," Niall groaned, because it was true, Liam's cute puppy face while playing that game turned him on big time. 

*** 

Harry Styles is the kind of person that looks at a bad situation and think of the good opportunity that comes out of that bad situation; very much like 'if life gives you lemon you make lemonades'-thing. So, in his head, he had made an enough impression at Starbucks for Louis to remember him and that creates an opportunity for him to prepare a heartfelt apology and use that moment to ask Louis out on a date. Truth be told, he got that tip from the Seventeen magazine that belonged to Gemma but he will deny it if anyone asks. 

So, Harry thought it'll be cute for him to buy a cup of Chocolate Macchiato and two chocolate-banana wrapped in a cute pink box as a gift to Louis. Harry had a huge grin on his face as he walked to Louis' photography faculty building. Harry may or may not have Louis' class schedule embedded in his head so he knew that Louis is probably leaning against on of the building's pillar waiting for his friend, Stiles Stilinski, to go to class together. 

As predicted, Louis was leaning against the pillar, staring down at something. Harry cleared his throat a few times once he was standing on Louis' right side but Louis made no indication that he noticed Harry's presence. Harry then carefully taps Louis' shoulder, causing him to startle upon the slight contact and -unbeknownst to Harry- causing his Falppy Bird bird to hit the green pipe. 

GAME OVER 

"NOOOOOOOO!!" Louis groaned dramatically "N-Nine-ninety two! I was at! No!!!!" 

"H-Hey?" Harry greeted him nonetheless, feeling extremely guilty that he had once again disturbed Louis during one of his game moments. 

"What tha f-? You again?" Louis snarled, pinching the bridge of his nose once he recognized that Harry was the same boy at Starbucks. "I can't believe that- aigooo,..oh my ughh," 

"Sorry, Louis" Harry mumbled "For both occasion," When he received no reply from Louis, he continued "I bought you Chocolate Macchiato and some chocolate-banana muffin," 

"And you think that'll make up for the 92 points that I've just lost? And how do you know my name?" Louis asked, folding his arm in attempt to look bigger. He felt slightly intimidated that the boy in front of him was a whole lot bigger than him and he silently prayed that he was older than he is. 

"Hmmm what about a date then? You've came in the Starbucks that I worked in a few times, and my friend knew your name..so....," Harry attempted, going for the cheeky but still cute and romantic technique -yet another tip he stole from the Seventeen magazine. 

"Are kidding me?" Louis chuckled humorlessly. "A date?" 

"Just one date....please?" Harry smiled, popping his dimples. 

Louis studied the boy in front of him for a few seconds, replaying the memory in his head. He had seen Harry on campus a few times, along with a loud blonde haired lad and a raven haired lad, and he also remembered that Harry worked in the Starbucks near his apartment. Seeing him up close surprised Louis a tad because Harry is rather cute and not to mention that he's acting quite cute at the moment. 

"One date.....Hmmm," Louis pondered "On one condition then," 

"You're saying yes?" Harry perked up, almost jumping up and down. 

"On one condition," Louis stressed.  

"Name your price babe," Harry spoke huskily. 

"Beat my score in Flappy Bird,...which is at 112, then I'll go out on a date with you," Louis grinned whilst Harry nearly dropped the chocolate macchiato and the muffins. 

"W-What?" 

"Beat my score, then I'll go out with you. Oh, my friend is here, got to go!" Louis smiled widely, grabbing the beverage and the delicious pastry from Harry. 

Harry stood at the same spot for nearly ten minutes, with Louis beautiful voice ringing through his head. The only way to date Louis is to beat his high score right? That........wouldn't be so difficult! The only thing he needs to do is download the app, and play it until he reached 113! One score above Louis!

Thrusting his fist in the air, Harry happily walked back to his car, which was park at his faculty. He's going home and lock himself up in his room to download the app and tomorrow, once he beats Louis score, he'll get to take Louis out on a date.  

Simple right? 

***

Three days later, Harry was still stuck in his bedroom. Niall told him that the game was stupid, but he didn't tell him that the game was difficult as fuck. The only highest score Harry has ever gotten was 13, one hundred score less then intended. The stupid bird kept hitting the green pipe when he was about to reach 14 score. But he wasn't about to give up, not yet. For the sake of dating Louis, he skipped his classes and even worked, and the only time he got out of his bedroom is to eat a sandwich and drink two cups of coffee. Zayn was more than worried about his flat mate that hasn't bathe in three days, so he called up Niall on the forth-day.

"Harry!" Niall bursted in his room using the spare key given by Zayn "What the-" He covered his nose once the stench of Harry body mixed with the left over sandwiches and mugs of unfinished coffee. 

"Oh,...hey Niall," Harry greeted shyly.

"What the fuck mate?" Niall muffled voice scolded him "You've been gone for three days, not showing up for work and classes. I thought you were dead! Not hiding in your stinky little room!" 

"I need to win this game Niall," Harry got up from his bed and walked over to Niall. 

"Oh my G- You stink dude!" Niall choked after he uncovered his nose only to be struck by Harry's manly stench.  

"I need to find a way to win this game Niall," Harry repeated, shoving the screen of his phone at Niall. Niall fumed even more when he saw the same game shoved to his face, instinctively smacking the back of Harry's head. 

"Are you fucking kidding me Harold?" Niall groaned angrily. "FLAPPY BIRD? You've been playing this stupid game for three fucking days?" 

"No no no no! You don't understand! I'm doing this to go out on a date with Louis! He said that,...he said that he'll go out on a date with me if I beat his score in Flappy Bird!" 

"Oy vey," Niall sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose out of force habit. 

Even after hours and hours of persuasion, Niall failed to convince harry to leave the confines of his room and get back to his life. But Harry was adamant to win a date with Louis, and this time he'll prove to Niall and himself that he can get something done if he wants to. It's a small price to pay if it means winning a date with Louis Tomlinson, the guy that flaps away with his heart.  

But on the fifth day, Harry had the shock of his life when the one and only Louis Tomlinson walked in his room with a grimace on his face. Harry was too shocked to move, because he was in no state to be in the presence of the Louis Tomlinson. His body smells, his room is a mess and his hair is like a lion's mane after they had sex.

"Bloody hell, that crazy blonde kid wasn't kidding," Louis looked at Harry and around his room, chuckling internally when he saw a few Seventeen magazine on the floor "Mate you smell like piss, ball sweat and fish," 

"L-Louis," Harry squeaked pathetically. 

"Look Harry is it? You-Oh God, you need a shower," Louis chuckled, because his eyes was beginning to water due to the strong odor. "Niall,...your crazy hormonal friend called me," 

"Y-You're here," Harry spoke lowly "B-But I haven't beat your score yet," I'm still at 13, he added mentally. 

"You know," Louis smiled, sitting on the bed beside Harry, fighting the urge to vomit at the smell. "Despite the smell and your room,....this is probably the sweetest thing a person has ever done to go out on a date with me," 

"Really?" Harry perked up. 

"It's stupid, crazy, un-romantic and definitely worthless, so in my eyes, it's really sweet," Louis chuckled. "I can't believe you've imprison yourself just to beat my score," 

"I really want to go out on a date with you," Harry mumbled shyly. "That would be bloody awesome," 

"Then lets go," Louis announced. 

"W-What?" 

"You heard me," Louis chuckled "Let's go out on that date then,...after you have a heavy intense shower of course," 

"Y-You're serious?" Harry asked, about to burst into rainbows "A date? With me?" 

"Yes you dimwit," Louis laughs, pulling Harry up. 

Once Harry stood up, effectively towering the older boy, Louis looked up at him, muttered fuck it and hugged the larger but younger bloke. 

"You, Harold,...are my best achievement," Louis laughed,  "You're my Flappy Bird....,my Flappy Bird that'll always end up hitting the green pipes,"  

Harry giggled, adding; 

"Those green pipes are you I guess,"  

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LOL I had to write this because I suck at that app. So what do you guys think? And what are your highest score in Flappy Bird?  

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