"What are you doing?" Louis asks, looking over Harry's broad shoulder. He was sitting on the closet floor, lord knows why.
"Smells like a Nail Salon in here." Louis sniffles, "I'm painting my nail." Harry chuckles, leaning forward to dip the brush back into the yellow nail polish container. "You are?" Louis was of course surprised, Harry never did this, he wasn't against it but he was always afraid to do it.
Louis knew he wanted too but he didn't pry onto the situation because Harry expressing his femininity would be something he had to do on his own.
"Can I see?" Louis smiles, trying to peek over Harry's shoulder again to get a glimpse of Harry's perfectly trimmed nails. "I'm almost done." Harry exclaims, scooting up a bit so Louis couldn't see.
"What made you want to do this?"
"I was tired of keeping so many things hidden you know." He explains.
Harry had been hiding so many things from the media due to the new generation standards of what a "man" really is. Harry wanted to destroy the entire stereotype but the backlash he would get could possibly fuck his career up and he didn't want that because he'd already worked so hard for it.
So...
He decided to paint one of his nails to release at least a little bit of serotonin and he was seriously desperate at this point to feel less secretive.
"I'm proud of you." Louis gives Harry a deepened kiss at the nape of his neck. "How long until you're finished I'm eager dammit." Louis pouts, "Two more seconds."
"Alright look!" Harry turns around quickly holding out his right hand, spreading his fingers apart. "What is this yellow thingy in the middle?" Louis perplexes, staring at the oddly shaped yellow mark in the middle of his red nail. "It's the sun you idiot." Harry shoves Louis playfully. "You're terrible at drawing baby." Louis laughs back.
"Don't be jealous."
"Why a sun? That's pretty random."
How could Louis be so clueless to the fact that he was and always will be Harry's sun. "I call you sunshine every day." Harry explains. "You should've let me do it, I'm more professional at everything craft wise and you know it." Louis kisses Harry's painted index finger, moving it to his thigh quickly.
"Craft and only craft."
"I'm also good at kissing you." Louis taps Harry's nose making him do his little scrunching habit. "Personally, I'd like to see both of your hands painted with little fucked up suns." Lou taunts him again.
"One day." Harry sighs, knowing he'd love to do that but one nail was much easier to take off if he needed too, he was just to afraid of the words, god there would be so many damn words.
"Don't get so upset, we have forever Haz." He reaches for his rosy cheeks pulling him close to his small features, kissing him so softly that it caused them to hum in relief of being so close. "I love you sunshine." Harry pulls back smiling and holding up his painted finger like he was saying a quick pun.
His jokes were just that terrible.
"I love you too." Louis replies, "No I loved you first today?" Harry hastily realizes Louis' change in words.
"You didn't give me time to finish, "Harry fucking Styles I loved you and your fucked up sun painting first." Louis playful says in a cold voice making Harry smirk and fiddle with his rings letting Louis move the many strands of golden brown hair that would fall in front of Harry's face. ——— ———
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