The College Experience [Larry Stylinson boyxboy]

Chapter Nineteen

"You almost ready to leave?" Gemma asked, stepping into Harry's room where Harry was trying to do up the zipper on his suitcase. He swore his clothes must have expanded during the week he'd spent visiting home. 

"Yeah, pretty much. Still got an hour and everything's packed I think," Harry said. He looked over at his sister, and did a quick double take. "You look really nice today," he said sincerely, trying to figure out what was different. 

"Thanks," Gem smiled. "Bought some new makeup, so." 

"It makes your eyes look really nice," Harry said, sounding a little wistful, and maybe just a tiny bit jealous.

Gemma sat down on the bed, and paused for a moment before saying, "I could teach you how to do makeup if you wanted? Just a little bit, you know, nothing too crazy." 

"Um," Harry said. "Yeah, that might be alright." 

"I'll get some stuff I haven't opened yet," Gemma offered, leaving for her room to get her things. 

Harry wanted to call out that it was okay, that she shouldn't waste her brand new makeup on him, but he didn't, he selfishly though about being on his first date with Louis, lashes long and thick, lips a pale pink, and he kept his mouth shut waiting for Gem to come back with her makeup bag. 

She came back with bags full of coloured tubes, sponges, and compacts, and Harry sat patiently while she rooted through her things. "Anything you wanted to try in particular?" she asked. 

Gemma smiled, and Harry relaxed a little. His sister always seemed to have a good intuition for the things that Harry wanted but was too shy to ask for. 

"Do you, um, is there anything to get rid of my acne marks?" Harry asked shyly. He had a few scars on his face from the past couple years. Having acne was bad enough, but having acne and anxiety usually meant scratching at his face when he was upset and leaving little scars over his cheeks and forehead he didn't know how to get rid off. 

"Mhm, that's called concealer," Gemma said, squeezing some pale liquid from a thin tube. "I'm just gonna put some BB cream on you first, okay? Maybe a bit of primer to fill in the little scars," she mused to herself. 

Harry watched which products she was using, carefully keeping note of how much she used and where she put it. 

"So we fill in your pores and scars first," she explained, "then we smooth out your skin tone just a little- not nearly enough that it'll look like foundation though- and then I'm just gonna dab some concealer over the red marks... perfect." She held up a hand mirror and Harry looked in, mesmerized by his calm looking skin, no more angry looking acne scars.  

"Now," Gemma continued, "For when you want to go full out- like, say, a date or something-" she gave Harry a knowing look, "You just want to dust on a tiny bit of highlighter, it'll make you look like you're glowing... make sure to put some over your cupid's bow... literally barely any contour, but a little wouldn't hurt, and like half a coat of mascara... did you want lipstick?" 

Harry nodded, a little too eagerly. 

Gemma smiled, and pulled out a soft petal pink, dabbing it gently onto Harry's lips instead of rubbing it all over, so he just had the faintest flush of pink to his lips. "You look nice," she said, handing him the mirror again. 

Harry tried to fight the urge to smile, telling himself he shouldn't love this as much as he did, but his eyelashes flicked closed against his glowing skin and all he could think about was Louis seeing him like this, soft and pink lipped and radiant. "I love it," Harry admitted, and hugged his sister. "Thank you so much." 

"Keep the makeup, alright?" Gemma said, packing it into a plain black makeup bag. 

"I can't, Gem," Harry said, "It's probably really expensive and-" 

Gem waved her hand, and handed him the bag. "Consider it an early anniversary present then. For you and Louis." 

"Gem, we're nowhere near any sort of anniversary," Harry said, but he held the bag tight to his chest, selfishly not wanting to give it back. 

"Well, maybe I have faith in you," Gemma said, and Harry pulled her into a hug."Love you," Gemma said. "Always." 

"Love you too," Harry said, still clutching tight to the little black makeup bag in his hand. 

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Harry giggled, sipping on his ginger ale and looking over at Louis with a flirty glance. 

"You look nice tonight," Louis said. "Like really fucking good," he bit his lip and reached across the table for Harry's hand. 

They were at a classy little restaurant Louis had picked out, and they'd been laughing in the dim lighting, sharing their food, and sending flirty looks across the table the whole night. 

Their dessert arrived, a white chocolate cheesecake, and Louis patted the spot next to him in the booth. "It'd be easier to share if you came over here, love," Louis said. 

Harry's heartbeat stammered in his chest as he slipped into the booth right next to Louis. 

"Hi," he whispered, nuzzling lightly into Louis' shoulder, before remembering that he was wearing makeup, a carefully recreation of what his sister had taught him a few days prior. He quickly checked to make sure none of it came off on Louis' button down, and sighed in relief when it didn't. 

"Open," Louis said with a smile, holding up a fork with a small bite of cheesecake on it. 

Harry parted his lips, still pale pink with the lipstick and took the bite slowly, looking at Louis under thick lashes. He swallowed and bit his lip, and then Louis was leaning in for a kiss. It was warm and slow and heavy and Harry was getting lightheaded with how much he just wanted. 

He pulled away and bit his lip coyly. 

"Can we talk about something not sexy?" Louis asked quietly. "Because I kinda want to make out with you on this table right now and I don't think our waiter would appreciate that." 

Harry nodded, blushing a little, his lips turning up into a smile.  

"So I have the change of rooms form filled out and everything," Louis said, changing the subject. "I just need you to sign, so don't get too unpacked from reading week," he smiled. 

"Wait, um," Harry said, "What form?" 

"Well, you know I'd lose my job if we, did this and lived on the same floor, so I kinda figured when we made things more official you'd move out? I really can't be doing this at all if you're still going to live in the same dorm as me... I honestly wouldn't have gone out with you tonight at all if I thought you weren't moving out soon. Sorry if I didn't make that clear...?" Louis asked, his brows drawing into confusion. 

"Oh!" Harry said. "Oh, yeah, of course, I understand!" He nodded, a few too many times. He wasn't good with change, and as much as he really hadn't become lifelong friends or anything with his roommate, Harry was comfortable with him now, and they exchanged small talk between classes, and sometimes watched Netflix together on boring weekends. He wasn't even close to being ready to leave that behind for something unpredictable. 

But Harry looked up at Louis, whose blue eyes were flickering with warmth from the candlelight, and he smiled a little, his nerves settling... at least for the moment. 

A/N: In case anyone's curious about it, Harry does identify with being a guy in this story (he just likes some feminine things as well) :) The gif is kind of how I imagine him looking on the date :D

BUT OH MY GOSH THE DRAMA how is everyone handling this??? Niall's drug scandal, still no confirming/denying the baby, Liam's engagement rumours, Harry and Sea World, Zayn and Naughty Boy... I don't even think I've read a fanfic this wild to be honest.