Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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Probably the last one for a week, but I just can't keep it from you any longer, I even dreamed of it last night lolz, it literally haunted me. It's much longer than usual but I kinda like how it turned out, so enjoy and I expect a lot of comments. x

P.S. Important A/N at the end of the chap, I'd be grateful if you could take the time to read it and give me a quick feedback. Thank you. ❤️

When he was dressed Harry stepped in front of the mirror that was hanging on the door of his wardrobe in his room. He eyed himself in the reflection with a frown, bringing his hands up to his curls tugging on them. He had let them air dry to get them as curly as possible, knowing how much Louis loved them, but right now they were just getting on his nerves because they didn't fall how he wanted them to.

After five minutes of unsuccessfully putting them in place he gave up and ran his hands over his torso flattening the white button up that was tugged securely in his light brown chinos. He had to give it to Jacky that she definitely knew what she was doing when she picked out the clothes for him and forced him to buy them and he was astonished by his own appearance which was completely different than usual with his oversized bright jumpers and light jeans. His converse were replaced by casual black dress shoes and the watch on his wrist he only wore for special occasions was shining brightly.

He noticed his shaking hands and a shiver ran down his spine, yet he was feeling hot. He was incredibly nervous but also excited to spend the evening with Louis. He was curious on what Louis had planned for them, but overall he didn't really care as long as he was with him. A knock on his bathroom door startled him and he jumped slightly, his breathing stalled.

"Oh god. Here we go." He muttered shakily and rubbed his sweaty palms over his pants as the door opened.

"Hey, bub. Are you rea- jesus fucking christ!" Louis froze when he took sight of Harry who just turned around to him and his mouth dropped open.

"W-what? I-isn't it good? I...I c-can change." Harry stammered out and spun around feeling embarrassed as he ripped his wardrobe open to frantically snatch some clothes.

"No!" Louis rushed out and grabbed his wrist turning him back around and pulling him close to him. He reached his hand up and brushed his thumb over his rosy cheek down to his bottom lip that was trapped between his teeth. "You're beautiful." He whispered.

"W-what?" Harry breathed out with big eyes, thinking he had heard wrongly.

"You're perfect." Louis smiled softly. "Way too pretty for me." He leaned in and ghosted his lips over Harry's whose breath hitched and his hand that was placed flatly on Louis' chest balled into a fist gripping onto Louis' dark red button up.

He got dizzy when their lips touched properly and his nostrils filled with Louis' usual cologne he loved so much and his eyes fluttered shut melting into the kiss. Too soon they parted and Louis brought some space between them smiling softly at Harry who opened his eyes once more and looked at him properly for the first time. Most surprising for him wasn't even the button up he was wearing or that he actually made his hair and trimmed his beard, what stood out most for him was that Louis was wearing black jeans without rips or holes and the colour wasn't washed out yet.

"You look really hot. And you smell so good!" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself and his cheeks reddened in an instant.

Louis choked out a laugh and pulled him in once more kissing his head.

"Thank you very much, bub. Ready to go?" He asked as he let go of him again and Harry nodded biting his lip to contain a grin. "Alright, then. Come on." Louis grinned and grabbed his hand before he pulled him out of the room.