The Devil Wears GUCCI || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 13.

"Turn around, number two," Niall touches up the model's hairdo, sliding pins to hold it in place. He has other pins held by his lips and a comb on his bet like some kind of weapon, "There. Now look at me, dear."

Louis approaches silently from behind, "Hi," he greets him, standing there awkwardly.

"Hello." Niall greets back, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he adjusts the front of the woman's dress.

"I think I get it," Louis says after observing the rest of the models at the study. All of them are wearing designs with animal print, have extravagant hairdos and masks emulating different animals covering their faces, "The collection is called Urban Jungle, right? I think it makes sense."

"Yes, the modern world woman unleashes the inner animal to take it to the city," Niall explains with just a touch of irony, "Grr," he growls, lifting his hands in the shape of a claw in front of the asiatic model.

She smiles and joins the others once she's ready. Niall drops his smiling countenance and crosses his arms in front of his chest annoyedly.

"I can't believe I have to work with this trash all day." He tells Louis, letting out a sound sigh when they get somewhat isolated from the chaos in the shooting study.

There was music playing somewhere to set the mood and the voices were loud as the models moved around in their best poses, perched on top of each other for some shots. It was the spitting image of the chaos involved in creating something beautiful.

"What are you talking about?" Louis asked, a little distracted by the view, "I thought you liked the concept."

"I don't," Niall comes clean, "I had to lie to not contradict Harry. He wanted to give James another chance, but dammit. His new collection is rubbish, just like the rest."

Olivia appears from somewhere else in that moment, rescuing the end of the conversation. Something tells Louis that it wasn't the first time she heard the blond's complaints.

"Calm down, Niall," she scolds him, giving him a bottle of water and a pill, "You'll get old if you keep that frown on your face."

"Whatever. I don't care anymore," Niall throws the pill to his mouth and swallows it with a sip of water, "I won't keep pretending anymore."

"You're like a spoiled kid when you act like this," Olivia rolls her eyes, but then smiles at Louis and greets him properly, "Hello, dear. You look fabulous with that shirt and those suspenders."

"Oh," Louis looks at himself, stretching the suspenders with his thumbs, "They are cute, aren't they?"

"More than cute. You make them look even better."

He has to make an effort to not let his face turn a bright red colour. He wasn't used to those compliments, "Thank you." He says shyly and with a smile tugging at the corners of his mth.

"Do you know what is not cute?" Niall suddenly exclaims, still looking at the scenography with disgust, "That leopard dress. And- a hippo? Really?" He shakes his head with his index finger pressing against his lower lip, "Who makes animal print like that? Holy mother."

All three look with intrigue at the material being produced on stage. At a glance, you could tell that the models were highly professional people, moving their limbs in the best poses and showing off the garments to the best of their ability. The poses were clean and the angles were correct. They were doing an excellent job, it was not their fault that the collection was a little... strange.

"Why didn't you tell Harry about your displeasure?" Louis asks, looking at a muscled man with fake deer antlers on his head, "If he had known what you thought, maybe he wouldn't have agreed to all this."