Louis always wondered how Harry managed to do that. This whole thing.
His cute little tops with donuts and fries on it, hugging his pecs and fitting tight around his broad shoulders and his strong biceps. His big hands in all those sparkling rings and the delicate nail polish on his fingers. His back muscles shining through a nearly transparent blouse with puffy sleeves. His hazel wavy hair in cute little hair clips or hair bows swirling around his sharp jaw. His thick thighs hidden under a pompous dress and his neck decorated with pearl necklaces. His feet in elegant ballerinas and his full lips glossy from lipstick.
Louis always wondered how a person could be that feminine and masculine at the same time. He wondered how Harry could bring all of this together. And he admired him for it.
Good thing was, he could have all of this all for himself. He could have a lazy Harry in oversized hoodies and trackies laying on their couch, reading his newest book. But hours later he could also have a dressed up and endearing beautiful Harry in dresses or skirts and make up, going out for a dinner with him, looking like the prettiest wife Louis could have wished for.
And he loved how every day he could get surprised with it and adore every beautiful version of his husband he got. Harry just simply did what felt good for him and Louis went with it. Harry didn't want to label anything of this and neither did Louis. They both enjoyed the freedom that went with that, both of them never been a big fan of labels.
"What do you think about this one?" Harry stepped out of the dressing room and showed Louis his newest outfit consisting of simple brown converse matching with the brown and beige collage jacket under which he wore a tight-fitting pink and white striped crop top and loose sand-coloured and elegant yet casual looking pants.
Louis looked at him, pursing his lips and tilting his head. "I like the pants, they look kinda fancy but still not too elegant to be worn with the collage jacket. And I like the jacket too, suits you really well. Nothing wrong with the shoes either. I'd just like to see more of this cute little top, you know?" he winked at Harry, the boy blushing under his praise.
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larry oneshots (english version)
Fanfictionall my oneshots but translated so that my twt moots can read them too :) love y'all <3