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Pleasing 2/2

Louis went back home after he had finished work in the U.S. He was happy to be home if he was honest. He unlocked the door and walked inside. He went to the kitchen to get something to eat when something on the couch caught his eye.

It was a box.

The top box was covered in overbearingly bright colours. It looked like something out of a fever dream, or the illusions that you would get if you were high on something. Louis took his car key and slid it under the picture that was also working as tape.

When he opened the box he was confused. It looked to him like a Pr package. He didn't usually get those. He didn't like promoting. Who would have sent me this? He thought as he picked up one of the two up folded hoodies.

It was a thick white hoodie that said "Pleasing" in black font across the front. It's was a nice hoodie, he couldn't lie. In between the two hoodies there was some pictures with the brand's name on them.

The moment he unfolded it, there was an almost familiar scent emanating from it. It kind of smells like... he quickly shook the thought off quickly.

The first one had pink and purple pastel clouds in the sky. A butterfly flew in the air, but it had hands for wings, and the purple and orange elephant down at the bottom wore high heels.

Another photo had the phrase "We're Pleasing never perfect" on it in a light pink font.

There were four others that varied in oddness to Louis. He moved on to the small box that was placed vertically next to the second hoodie still sitting in the box.

The small box was white and it also had the brand name printed on top of it in black font.

"Pleasing. Who the hell is Pleasing? Do they expect me to promote this like some YouTuber?" Louis asked, talking to one one but himself. He thought about what the brand could be as he opened the white box.

Colourful small bottles with even more colourful tops. When he opens one it became clear to him that this was nail polishes.

There were four colours: three pastels: blue, green and pink, then there was a white filler. He snorted, at a joke only a select few would know. He glanced at the box. Something was taped to the inside of the cover.

He peeled it up and began unfolding it. It was a note. Louis began to scan it.

The hand writing.
It was Harry's.

More confused than ever, he began reading the note,

Dear Lou,

You always told me I was, "Whoever you want to be." I never was confident in my masculinity was I? I was afraid of just about everything that wasn't seen as ordinary. You could see it couldn't you? That night you asked me to put on the black dress, I was so scared.

You made me feel beautiful. I thought It would always be for your eyes only. But you convinced me that it didn't have to be if I liked it. If I liked it I could do it. Like painting my nails. It always did scared me.

But you told me that they made me beautiful. Now I've painted them in all different colours 'styles' and themes. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, and I need you to know that. Because of you I was able to make these.

You said that painted nails make Harry Beautiful. Well now, I'm hoping they can make Louis beautiful too.

-H

Louis slumped back on the floor. He felt as a warm tear slid down his cheek. Then another. And another. He shut his eyes tightly. It had been so long since he last cried. He choked back a sob, and instead replaced it with a smile.

He made headlines the next week with the new pastel blue colour on his nails.

(Sorry I thought about the Headline reference at the last minute lol)
This took me SO long to to but, frankly I'm just lazy honestly. Not to mention of been working on a couple new fics, so I have SEVERELY neglected this one lol. I started this the day I heard about pleasing polish line and it's taking me that long can you believe that? I find this one quite fun and I hope you do to.

-T/N~