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The Boyfriend Challenge - Halloween Edition

Harry: "I can do it," he assures you for the third time. You look down at your taped fingers, cursing the car door that had broken them. This was a pain. You look up at Harry through the vanity mirror, sighing deeply before turning around on your stool to face him. "Please don't poke my eyes out." "I won't, I promise." You hand him your eyeliner and close your eyes. "Wait," you stop him before he can even get the lid off. "Do you know what I want?" "Yes, you want that wing on the end." You had been over your Halloween makeup look with him countless times as you planned your costume for the party the two of you had been invited to in SoHo. "Do you need to see the picture? Harry, they have to be perfect." He shakes his head. "You've showed me that picture five hundred times." Well that was an exaggeration. No, it wasn't. You were so stoked to go as Columbia, Rocky Horror being your absolute favorite part of this holiday. You had outdone yourself with all of the glitter and sequence her look required. You let out one last sigh before shutting your eyes for him. You had no idea of his knowledge of makeup, or even if he had any. But he had been so sure of himself so you sent up a prayer that he had watched Lou do her makeup at least once, because Lord knows he was never around to watch you. "Out more," you instruct, feeling the fine tip not exactly where you had wanted it. "I've got this, shush." You pout at his order but stay silent, knowing he needed to concentrate if you wanted to keep your eye. You steal a peek out of your other eye, watching as he gives the black line he is drawing a death stare, his tongue barely sticking out as he bites down in concentration. You can't help but chuckle. You weren't sure any other guy but him would be doing this for you right now. "Shush," he instructs and you shut your eye. You sit completely still as he continues to perfect his first line. "Okay, look," he tells you, straightening back up and taking a step back. You open your eyes and turn to see what he had managed to do. Fingers crossed. You stare at your reflection, turning your head to the side. "Harry....." "Yeah?" His voice was full of concern. "This is fucking amazing. How did you do that?" "I wore a lot of eyeliner in a previous life," he jokes and you turn back to him. "Well hopefully you were good at getting them to match in that previous life. Go for the other one." They wouldn't match. Not even you could get them to match when you had all ten of your fingers working. However, round one had gone surprisingly well so you were sure you could handle what he could come up with. You watch him yet again from your other eye; the death stare was back. "You've got this," you whisper playfully. "Hush," he groans as he gets closer to your face. This eye takes longer as he looks back and forth from one eye to the other concluding whether or not they looked the same. You turn back around once he is finished only to smile at his work. "You did a great job," you praise, turning back to face him. "I told you I could do it," he says confidently, putting the lid back on the liner and dropping it down into the drawer. "Yes, you did." You press a grateful kiss to his lips before turning back to your reflection to finish the rest of your look that you didn't need help with.

Liam: He had stopped asking if you wanted to go out two years ago, knowing what all this holiday meant for you. Instead, the two of you stayed in, leaving a bowl of candy on a table in the corridor so you wouldn't be bothered. You knew he hadn't ever been one to not go out on Halloween but since meeting you he had become that person. You watch from the breakfast bar as he stands in front of the stove, continuing the new tradition he had created for the two of you. He would make your sister's favorite dish to celebrate her life, not her passing on this wretched holiday. He would comfort you as you tried so hard not to cry. You would always break though, your strength giving out by the end of the day. But he would be there for you, and that's all that would matter. That's how this day would go; it's how it always went. You stare on, watching him work. He knew this recipe by heart now. "Taste," he instructs, turning around with a smile and a spoon of sauce. "Amazing," you compliment as he leans in for a kiss. He was always extra loving on this day, but you certainly don't mind, you needed him to be. He never let you help, only watch. You had always just sat here and watched, in awe of how wonderful he was and just how much you didn't deserve to have him doing this for you. No one did. You weren't sure anyone had done anything worthy of this level of care he was showing you. You don't take your eyes from him for the next hour as he continues to cook, not wanting to miss a single thing. You smile as he sets the freshly plated dish in front of you. It looks just like it did last year. He comes around the bar to join you, pressing another kiss to your cheek before climbing up on the stool. You definitely didn't deserve him. "We love you Corrine," he says as he lifts up the glass of wine he had poured before sitting down. He had never met your sister, yet he still said this every year. You had told him endless stories, and he was sure he would have loved her just as much as you had and still do. He squeezes your hand tightly, sending you a comforting smile as you take a sip from your own glass of wine. He had already cut up the chicken so the two of you only needed one hand to eat. He would hold your other in his own, knowing by the time you were finished you would be in tears but he would still have a grip on you as you broke down, your mind filling with painful memories.