Behind the Cameras

I've never seen you in a dress before, mmm

September 2011- London

Femme H and slight feminization

Louis was yawning as he locked the door behind him. Being a pop star was exhausting, even for him sometimes. They had done this interview today where they had been asked if they were still in contact with their X Factor peers. It was crazy that they had left that life almost six months ago now. It made him feel nostalgic.

They were almost finished moving into their new grown up apartments in Princess Park. Louis was happy. Life was awesome.

The apartment was eerily quiet as he walked in. He had been at the bar with Zayn, and even though he had invited Harry- and said he could probably sneak him a drink despite him being underage- Harry had quickly shook his head and scampered back into his room. Whatever. Harry was weird sometimes. Louis could learn to live with it.

"Haz?" he called. He flicked on the kitchen light, and got himself some water in the fancy glasses his mom had bought them. Their fridge was even the type that had a cold water tap come from it.

"In here!" Harry called. Louis frowned, realizing the voice was coming from his own room, not Harry's. Maybe he had been asleep? Louis checked his phone. It was only ten.

Louis headed down the small hallway, sipping his water lightly. It was quite refreshing. He decided he'd scroll through Twitter a bit, maybe let Harry suck him off even though he wasn't feeling that horny. He'd shower before bed, then set his alarm even though he didn't need to because he knew Harry would wake him up. Then he'd get a good amount of sleep so he could be alert tomorrow. He'd go to sleep by twelve... at the latest.

All Louis' plans and thoughts flew out of his head as he walked into his bedroom. He almost dropped his glass of water, which would be really bad, because then his mom would yell at him for being irresponsible. He shakily set it on the night table next to the door. Because... what... the... fuck.

Harry was looking down, running his palms over the curve of his waist. His hair was curled around his head, pulled back a bit with a pink ribbon bow. But what really drew Louis' gaze was what Harry was wearing. A dress. It was black, with two thin straps holding it over his shoulders. It was tight over his chest, but spread out at his hips, stopping mid thigh. He had also shaved his legs, and his toenails were painted a deep red. He looked up at Louis, biting his bottom lip, as if unsure of himself.

Louis couldn't find his own voice.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked softly, letting his hands fall and clasping them behind his back.

"Do I like it?" Louis choked out. "Babe, what's this for?"

"You said you've never seen me in a dress before," Harry responded, and it took Louis a moment to remember the conversation. Ah, he had said that.

"Well, if I knew it'd make you do this, I would've said it a lot sooner." Louis stepped toward him and Harry shuffled a bit. "You're so pretty, darling," Louis purred.

"You like it?" Harry asked again, and Louis almost laughed.

"Baby, I love it." Harry grinned happily, curls bouncing as he looked up to Louis. "Turn around, love, I want to see you."

Harry spun quickly, letting Louis see his back for a moment before turning back and jumping on him. Louis laughed, stumbling a bit. "I want you to do dirty things to me, Lou," Harry said, mouthing at his jaw. "Want you to tie me down in this dress and call me a bad girl." Louis choked on air, pushing Harry away a bit to blink at him.

Harry tried to pull closer, but Louis held him back by his shoulders, taking a deep breath. "Yeah?" Louis asked, trying to read Harry's eyes.

"Yeah," Harry begged. Louis let go of his shoulders and Harry wrapped arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. Louis gave him a quick peck before Harry pressed his face into his neck, kissing him lightly.