The year is 2018, two years after One Direction went on hiatus, and also two years after Louis and Harry went their separate ways. Truth be told, they went their separate ways already a few months before that. They just pretended they were still on...
Liam adjusted the tie around my collar, his lips pressed tightly together. He was dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching fly adorning his collar and a white dress shirt underneath his buttoned blazer. He had styled his short brown hair into a quiff, using a bit more gel than usual, but it made him look great.
"I don't know, Louis. We'll see."
Letting out a sigh, I turned to look at myself in the mirror, almost not recognizing myself. I could barely remember the last time I had been this dressed up. It was on very rare occasions, but today was a special day, probably the most special day of my life.
My hair had grown a lot since I cut it last year, looking almost like it did back in 2016, but since I didn't want to have the same hairstyle I had every other day, I had styled it into a quiff just like Liam. I secretly knew Harry liked it when it was styled this way better too.
"You ready?" Liam asked, smiling at me through the mirror.
I was wearing a traditional black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie. Even though I hadn't seen Harry's outfit, I knew he would be wearing a less formal one. He loved fashion and dressing up, especially for special occasions. There was no way he wouldn't take this opportunity and make the best of it.
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"I don't know," I told him honestly. "I mean, of course I'm ready, but I'm nervous as fuck."
Ever since I woke up this morning, I'd had a bundle of nerves in my stomach. I had barely been able to eat, the food only coming back up my throat again.
Liam looked surprised by this. "What are you nervous about? It's Harry we're talking about."
Letting out a sigh, I ran my hands over my face. "It's not that. I just... there are going to be so many people and-"
"You've performed in front of thousands of people, Louis. How is this making you nervous and that didn't?" He asked, cutting me off.
"Because," I said, throwing my arms out. "These are people I will recognize. That's like a whole different thing. Besides, I haven't performed in front of anyone in four years, Liam. Did you forget about that?"
He rolled his eyes, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine. Just focus on Harry, alright? That's basically the only thing you have to do," he reassured me.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "I know."
Liam started leading me out of the room, towards the front door, and the closer we got to it, the clammier I could feel my hands getting. Liam was right, though. There was no need to be so nervous.
"Look at you, my handsome brother."
Lottie walked out of the kitchen and joined me and Liam in the hallway with her hands on her hips. She was dressed in a light pink off-shoulder dress with soft ruffles, and her hair was set up with a clip, her long, blonde curls falling down her shoulders. She looked beautiful. She always did. And maybe I liked the dress a little bit more because Harry had chosen it.
