Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

15

This chapter is a really long one, but an important and intense one. With 'intense' I don't necessarily mean what you might expect now, but there are a few major things going to happen which are highly relevant for the story so please read carefully and make sure you don't miss and forget anything. Enjoy. x

"Lou!" Harry shouted as he stumbled against the bathroom door which opened and he almost fell into Louis' room but gathered himself just in time and froze when Louis was just standing in front of his closet only wearing briefs turning around to him.

Harry gulped and his eyes widened, his throat went dry all of a sudden. He didn't dare moving a single muscle as he resisted the urge to drop his gaze and focused on staring at Louis' eyes who bored into his own, but from the corner of his eye he saw his flawless chest, the tattoos and so much naked skin that his brain didn't want to work the way Harry wanted anymore when it sent the information to his eyes that were about to drop to scan over Louis' body and take in his beauty when his voice brought Harry back to reality and he could keep eye contact just in time.

"Yes?" Louis asked reserved. He tried his best to be normal but in such moments he had quite difficulties doing so, especially when Harry was acting just as awkward as he felt.

"I-" Harry started, but nothing else came out of his mouth. He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat to start a new attempt. "I need your help with choosing the right clothes."

"Just wear whatever you want." Louis muttered and averted his eyes to get dressed quickly. He pulled out black skinny jeans that were ripped on his knees and a black band t-shirt paired with his denim jacket and put the things on in the blink of an eye.

"Lou, please! Just this one time! I don't know what to wear to parties and I didn't have time to talk to Jacky and she's the fashionable of us." Harry whined, glad that Louis was fully dressed now and he could think clearly again.

"Fine." Louis huffed and turned back to his closet throwing some skinny jeans over his shoulder that landed in Harry's face who frowned and grabbed the black pants. Another few seconds later a white oversized sweater with a low cut collar hit his face. "Tug the front of the sweater in your pants- only the front, alright?" Louis explained shortly and Harry nodded quickly.

"Thanks, Lou!" He chirped and rushed back into his room.

Louis quickly shook his head, he hoped everything would go right tonight without any incidents. He was always slightly worried before throwing parties but this time it was even worse because Harry was there and he was scared something could happen to him or he'd drink too much. They talked about it already and Louis had allowed him to drink one beer if he liked it but not more and he was sure he would spend the majority of the night watching him and making sure no one would get him drunk or do anything else.

He went downstairs to get everything ready and then he plopped down on the couch him and Zayn had pushed against the wall to make space in the living room. Shortly after Harry came downstairs chewing on his lip unsure if he looked alright and Louis almost choked on his spit. The pants were incredibly tight and made his legs look even longer, the shirt showed enough skin of his chest to make Louis' head spin and his curls looked fluffier than ever, making his fingers itchy when the urge to run them through them increased.

"Does it look okay?" Harry asked sheepishly and clasped his hands together in front of him.

Louis gulped and banned the thoughts from his head as he nodded and forced a smile on his face.

"You look great, don't worry." He shrugged casually.

"Oh, okay good. Yeah, great." Harry mumbled with faint pink cheeks. "Shouldn't the guests be there already?" He frowned when he glanced at the clock that said five past eight.