Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 3: Louis

"Why don't we start with fixing this fashion atrocity," he suggested, looking at what I was wearing. He seemed to have been slightly disgusted by the fashion choices I'd made. I nodded, as he pulled me below deck with him. He led me down a dimly lit corridor until we reached the very last room on that level. On the way he'd informed me that there were four shared dormitories on this level with the two person ones being a level lower. On this level, there were the new recruit dormitories which held the new recruits. I figured that was where I would be staying until room somewhere else cleared up. The rooms were separated by gender as he didn't think putting several horny teenagers in a room together was necessarily a good idea. He also made sure that should someone be into the same gender, they were usually put with the girls rather than the lads so that nothing happened.

We finally reached the last door, which he opened, revealing a girl that couldn't have been a few years older than Harry. Her hair was blonde and neatly done in some type of braid I'd seen my sisters do before, but I had no clue what it was called. Her eyes, however, twinkled with love as she saw Harry.

"Gem, this is Louis," he introduces, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. I hated that I hated her just because she was close with Harry and I wasn't. The way she so freely could be affectionate with Harry and he hadn't even gotten that close yet. Yet, being the key word. "Louis, this is Gemma," he introduced, releasing her. "My sister," he added.

"What is he wearing," she asked, looking me up and down. "Haz, why would you let the poor boy walk around in this monstrosity," she questioned, moving around me.

"That, my dear sister, is why I brought him down to you. Do what you will, just not that," he says motioning to what I was wearing. He turned to leave, but seemed to remember something he had needed to tell Gemma. He leaned down to her height and tried his best to discreetly whisper something to her, though it was not nearly as discrete as he thought it was. "Make sure the pants fit tightly around his arse, please," he'd whispered to his sister before disappearing out of the room.

"So how many flirtatious names has he called you since you've gotten here," she asked as she began taking measurements, directing me to do certain things every so often so she could measure certain widths.

"Three, I believe," I tell her, my face heating up. "That is unless he called me something else while I was asleep," I admit. She simply giggles.

"Louis, I know my brother quite well, and he only tells me to make things tight around certain areas if it's someone he's attracted to and something he'd gladly stare at without hesitation," she tells me. "The boy is attracted to you and would gladly stare at your bum," she finishes.

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"I'll go grab Haz," Gemma says once she'd handed me the clothing she'd finished making. It seemed simple enough, until I actually saw her making the clothing. After that it all seemed so complicated. "Change while I'm gone, yeah," she instructed, leaving the room to go and find Harry.

I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants. I pulled the pants on first, hoping they wouldn't be too tight, but tight enough per Harry's request. And boy were they tight. I wasn't sure how she'd managed to make them loose enough around my waist that it hadn't been painful and plenty tight around my arse all at the same time. Once I'd gotten the pants buckled, I pulled on the shirt. It was a white silky material that felt quite fabulous against my skin. By the time I'd pulled it on, there was a knock on the door.

"You decent," Gemma called.

"Yes," I called back, struggling to figure out the proper way to tie the silk ties which were similar to the picture I'd seen of Harry the evening previous. The door soon opened with Harry and Gemma quickly entering the room.