Stereo Hearts

“My heart’s a stereo, it beats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every note. Make me your radio and turn me up when you feel low. This melody was meant for you so sing along to my stereo.”

Louis isn’t infatuated with a local radio show host and Harry isn’t all who he tries to make himself out to be on air.

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1. Chapter One

A/N: This story is not mine. It was written by thetommo-1d.tumblr.com. All rights go to her. If she wants me to take it down I certainly will :) xx



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“HELLOOOOOOO LOVELIES! It’s eleven o’clock and you know what that means – time well spent with your favorite rapscallion Hazza! I know you love to spend time with me because I’m just so amazing, and I hope you’ll stick with me for the next three hours as we rock out to some tunes and I complain about my day because lets be honest here, most days suck, eh? Hahaha, well, I wouldn’t want to put you and music’s relationship on break, so let’s get into this, yeah? Here’s a song I’ve been prone to screaming down my uni’s hallways, here’s Animal by Neon Trees.”

Louis lets out a soft sigh as the familiar song began to spool from his car speakers and he was quick to relish in its tune before Zayn’s snort shook him from his reverie.

“What?” Louis snaps, eyes narrowing as his friend burst into giggles.

“You being in love with a radio station host,” Zayn comments and Louis can already feel a scoff bubbling in his throat. “I’m sorry, it’s just too great.”

“I’m not in love with him,” Louis is quick to quip, “He just… plays good music, alright? And he seems like a cool guy.”

“A cool guy you’d like to-” Whatever foulmouthed comeback Zayn is about to utter is muffled by Louis hands that shoot from the sandwich in his lap to the younger boys mouth. Zayn licks his hands and Louis hastily retracts them, groaning as he wipes them on a napkin.

“Remind me to never let you have lunch with me again. I’m not driving you anywhere.” Louis says as he tries to will down the blush that has scattered over his cheeks.

“I’m just saying it makes sense, Boo Bear. The music major falling in love with the music host? You’re perfect fits.” Zayn says, obviously trying to win over Louis’ affection back. ‘He’ll be lucky if I take him off campus again,’ Louis thinks, but his thoughts are ripped away from him when that deliciously husky voice pours through his speakers.

“Aaand I’m back. You missed me? I know you did. I missed you too, you adorable person. You look quite good today, I should just say. Very. Fit –”

“Ooh, Tommo loves a smooth talker.” Zayn giggles and Louis glares at him again before turning up the volume on the stereo.

“Shut up,” Louis mutters before trying to listen to what the boy has to say.

“I ditched class today, I’m a badass I know, to sit and really sift through my vinyl at home and holy shit, what an experience. I don’t think I’m supposed to curse on the radio, fuck. I mean… I’m going to stop talking for a second.” Louis’ laughter fills the car. He’s a quirky one, that Harry.

“I just really listened to some of the albums I haven’t in awhile and I got lost in them. It’s moments like that that just affirm to me that music is the greatest thing in the world. It touches your soul, and all you can do is sit back and enjoy the ride it takes you on. I just… I don’t know what I’d be without it.”

“Now I’m going to slap myself, because that was the mushiest thing ever.” Harry laughs and a warm feeling tugs deep within Louis’ stomach. “This was one of the albums I listened to this morning, and I hope you like it too. Here’s Calm the Storm by Graffiti6.”

“This kid,” Louis groans as the familiar tune begins to play. “Never picks a bad song ever. It’s as if someone personally gave him my music playlist.”

“Yeah, Lou, I know,” Zayn laughs, “You fancy him. Why don’t you take some initiative then? What’s exactly stopping you?”

Louis nearly chokes on his gulp of Yorkshire tea. “Are you fucking mental?” Louis asks, eyes wide as he splutters and beats his chest where some tea must’ve gone through the wrong tube.

Zayn just shrugs. “Not that I know of.” He places another sour gummy worm into his mouth – the kid lives off of sugar. “I mean really Lou. What’s the worst that could happen? You like him, he just said you were fit-”

“He said everyone was fit.” Louis points out, hoping to bolster his case against ever talking to the radio host with a good voice and excellent music taste. “And besides, I don’t even know what he looks like! He could be a seventy-year-old man!”

“…Except he just said he ran through uni screaming Neon Trees.” Zayn replies slowly, as if Louis is stupid and the older boy has to strain to not roll his eyes. “And you know you can see what they look like on the webpage for whatever radio station this is right? I’m surprised you haven’t thought of this sooner.”

Louis’ face flushes once again. “It’s not happening Zayn.” He hopes the finality in his tone is enough to get the younger English major to knock it off. It doesn’t.

“I’m just saying Lou, after your last boyfrie-”

Louis cuts him off instantly. “I think we’re late for class.” He turns on the ignition to the car and speedily pulls out of the spot, causing Zayn to nearly spill his 7Up all over his leather interior. Louis doesn’t seem to really care though as he hastily drives towards the school, biting his lip the whole time and drowning out any thoughts that filter through his head, be it about a radio host or not.
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