Make Me Beg ➸ Larry Stylinson

twenty three

a/n: i'm bad at edits because i never make them but the pic above is just to give you an idea of what Harry and Louis will be wearing :)

Harry's POV:

The doorbell rings and I quickly pause watching Meet Joe Black and hop off the couch. I walk over to my front and open it to see a happy-looking Louis.

"Hi Harry," He holds up two bags in his hands with a grin on his face, "I brought your clothes."

The first bag is much larger than the other, the one that has the Gray Aiko clothing from a few days ago. The second is a noticeably smaller bag with trademark pink and white stripes printed on it.

"Hi, love," I step aside to let him in and he gives me a little kiss on the cheek as he walks by, slipping off his shoes in the process.

"The party starts in less than an hour. Sorry, I got here so late. I was just helping Zayn and Liam clean up the house a bit,"

"Don't worry about it," We walk upstairs and to my bedroom to get changed.

Louis isn't familiar enough with my house to know where all the rooms are yet (including the one room upstairs that I haven't shown him yet - it's private) but he knows enough to successfully navigate to my bedroom and bathroom.

His clothes are already nicely laid out on my bed for him. I actually found him a nice pair of shoes to go with the outfit before realizing we don't share the same shoe size. But he's got on white trainers right now, and they'll look nice with it.

"Should we get changed?" I ask as he passes me the two bags in his hand.

"No, Harold, we should just sit here and stare at the clothes hoping they'll magically dress us themselves,"

"Suit yourself," I roll my eyes and crack a small smile, "I'm going to get ready."

Louis nods and sits down on the bed, beginning to unbutton the shirt I picked out for him so he can put it on.

I turn my back to him and begin to strip off my clothes. Right as I take my shirt off, I can feel his eyes boring into my back. This doesn't stop me and I discreetly smirk to myself.

My joggers are the next things to go so I'm just left in my briefs. I can hear the movement from Louis' direction stop, indicating he's paused getting ready.

"Are you getting changed, love?" I ask, slipping on the white collared shirt and doing up the buttons.

"No," He says simply, " 'm just looking at you,"

I do up the last button and turn to him with a little smirk. His eyes shift between my eyes and my crotch and I don't fail to notice his tongue swiftly licking his lips.

"We've got a party to go to so you better get dressed,"

"But-"

"Soon, baby boy," I promise and he grins widely. He then proceeds to take off his clothes so he can get dressed too.

I put on the oversized pastel yellow crewneck that Louis picked out, pulling the white collar overtop of it. All that's left is the black skirt and Louis' little purchase.

I decide to head into the bathroom and close the door to finish getting changed so Louis doesn't stare. If he's going to see what's underneath this skirt, we might as well have time to do something about it afterward. According to the time, the party's staring in less than 45 minutes now, and we should really get going soon.

The contents of the Victoria's Secret bag is still a mystery, so I strip off my briefs and take all of the white tissue paper out of the bag. Inside, I find a pair of panties (something I rarely wear). They're black lace and have three little yellow bumblebees embroidered onto the waistband.