Golden

Chapter 2

Full confession, I'm a makeup artist, so there was always going to be a moment that makeup takes center stage

"Angel..." Louis pressed a kiss to his forehead and raised him up, pulling his head against his chest, "angel...angel, you deserve the world, shh princess, don't cry..." He hugged Harry closer, but his boyfriend continued to cry, hiccuping slightly as he cuddled into Louis' chest. The smaller man continued to stroke his hair and whisper encouragingly until his sobs quieted down into small sniffles.
Keeping Harry close to his chest, Louis lifted his face so that he was staring down into his green eyes, now puffy and slightly red,
"Angel," he said softly, pushing one of Harry's curls behind his ear, "you're my whole world, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, as for you...my angel, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you...I know it's not easy love, I know. But I promise, you're so special, and not just to me. You have a power, you make people believe in themselves. So many people love you. So many people need you. You're a special one Haz, and I'm so lucky that you're mine. My angel."
Harry only sighed
"What love, tell me,"
"I don't feel that way about me. I...I hate me, I hate me so much, I wish I was never born. I feel fucking worthless, like a puppet that modest! can use to make money or that Simon can play with for his own purposes. I'm ugly, and I have an annoying voice and I'm fucking worthless. Harry Styles is worthless." Harry stopped suddenly, as if aware that he had said too much and looked away embarrassed and afraid of Louis response.
Louis looked at him sadly. His heart breaking at the thought that Harry couldn't see how special he was. Where had Harry gotten the idea he was worthless? How could Harry feel that way. His heart felt it would explode from the love and pain he felt for his boyfriend.
"Come angel," he said gently, lifting him up and carrying him bridal style into the bedroom. Tenderly, Louis placed his boyfriend in front of the mirror, and carefully helped him into a purple hoodie and black jeans.
"Close your eyes, angel" he whispered.
"But Lou..."
"Trust me."
Instantly, Harry closed his eyes, still feeling insecure after sharing all his feelings with his boyfriend.
"Where shall we start? Maybe with what you said about being ugly...?" Louis pressed a kiss to his nose and Harry giggled.
"There's my angel's smile," Louis said, his heart catching as he wondered whether it was real. He pressed another kiss to his forehead, and to his nose again before taking out the cosmetics El had given him the week before.
A little uncertainly, Louis selected a smallish, fluffyish brush that sheemed like it would do the job. He picked up an orangy, brownish color and slowly painted it into Harry's crease the way he'd seen Lou do it so many times. It was easier than he thought. Feeling more confident, he continued working on Harry's face, humming softly to himself. He knew Harry could tell what he was doing, but he didn't protest and he kept his eyes closed, a smirk peeking through when Louis sang a One Direction song.
Just as Louis was finishing Harry's lipstick, in a soft pink he had picked out, they heard the door smash open and a voice yell, "what's up, motherfuckers!?! I know your home, get your asses down here. Unless you're having sex, then keep doing it, I'm going to raid your fridge."
Louis grinned and patted Harry's curls reassuringly.
"Keep your eyes closed, Haz, let me just tell Nialler we'll be down in 10, okay?"
"Okay,"
Louis left the room quickly and stood at the top of the staircase
"Oi! Nialler! Keep your hands off the cake!!! We'll be down in 10, k mate?" He yelled down the stairs
"Yeah no problem, Lou, but one second more and you can consider the cake gone."
"You'll pay with more than your life, fucker" Louis muttered as he came back into the room. Despite himself, Harry giggled.
Louis looked over at him fondly, he looked so beautiful all made up.
"One second," he said softly. He walked carefully across the room and took out the necklace he had been saving for Christmas.
"Okay," he said, coming to sit cross legged next to Harry in front of the mirror and placing a reassuring hand on his muscular arm, "open."
Hesitantly, Harry opened his eyes and looked at himself. He stared for a minute. The orange Louis had chosen complemented his eye color, making the green pop, Louis had gone simple, no glitter or shimmery stuff that gave him weird feeling. His contour enhanced his cheekbones and jaw and Louis had painted his cheeks and lips on the softest pink he could find.
"What do you think?" Louis asked quietly
"I think....I think I look beautiful," Harry whispered, unable to take his eyes off of himself.
"You don't look beautiful," Louis corrected gently, "you are beautiful. A beautiful angel inside and out."
Slowly, he reached out and fastened the necklace around his boyfriend, watching Harry's gaze drop to the delicate silver cross.
"My beautiful angel" he whispered. "mine"
Harry turned around to face him.
"Thank you Lou, it's lovely. Why?"
"Because every time you look at it, I want you to remember that you are loved." Louis said simply.
The boys held each other's gaze for a few minutes, wrapping themselves in a delicate silence before Harry giggled suddenly and the sound made Louis' heart leap.
"We have about 30 seconds left to salvage your cake," he said, laughter flashing in his green eyes.
Louis jumped up, pulling Harry with him
"HELL NO, NIALL, I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU BREATHE IN THE DIRECTION OF MY CAKE!" he yelled, running out the room, a laughing Harry hot on his heels
"Nice to see you too mate," the Irish lad said grinning from behind a bowl of leftover pasta, standing up to hug them. "holy shit Harry, you look hot!" He yelled, jumping onto Harry's back, "I take it back, you look drop dead fucking gorgeous." He said seriously, hugging Harry hard.
"Back off, Nialler, he's taken" Louis said, pushing him off off Harry roughly while the younger man blushed. "what brings you here Niall?" Harry asked grinning
"Um...hello? Meeting, in 10, the lads are on their way, you said you would host...remember?"
"Oh shit, Lou, we were gonna..."
Louis just laughed and pulled them both to the living room where the snacks were all set up.
"I asked El to come over and do it while I was doing your face, Haz. That way we could take our time." He whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry smiled gratefully as Louis sat down on the couch, pulling him onto his lap.
"Ugh, you guys make me feel so single," Niall grumbled,
"Aww Niall," Harry laughed, pulling him in and ruffling his hair, "at least you have an accent"
As Niall got busy with the snacks, Harry turned to the small man next to him, "thank you, love" he whispered
Louis looked at him for a moment silently, and as the door opened again, he pulled Harry in and whispered back, "whatever it takes sweetheart, whatever it takes."

Lovey Larry literally breaks my heart. They're so gentle with eachother