Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 9

Ahh, I haven't posted in so long! I've had massive writers block but I kind of forced my brain to spit out whatever ideas were left, so apologies if this chapter is sort of filler-ish??? Anyways, enjoy model/celebrity Larry. x

Louis' POV

It was the day of the fashion show and, luckily, Harry was well enough that a few layers of foundation and a steamy shower would kick his sickness for a few hours so that he could do what we were here for in the first place.

We were both lazily strolling around the streets of Paris, sightseeing mainly. A few little shops lined up the cobblestone streets and one in particular caught my eye. It was a store that sold suits and accessories.

"Oh, Harry, I completely forgot to tell you," I gasped, the subject having completely slipped my mind since I was so used to these trips becoming routine, "There's always a big gala that Pierre throws before the show. A bit strange that it's before the show and not after, but anyways. We need to go get fitted for suits."

He eyed me warily, "Are you serious? You just decided to tell me this now?"

I smiled sheepishly in hopes of getting away with it, "Surprise?"

He rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, though I could see the excited twinkle in his eyes.

"Have you ever been to a gala?" I questioned while leading him in the direction of the shop.

I pulled the door open and a little bell jingled above me, signalling that somebody was entering. Harry stepped in past the open door and I followed suit, looking around.

"No, I haven't. Prom's the biggest 'gala' I've ever been too," he chuckled, slim fingers reaching out to brush along the fabric.

"Not that one," I grimaced, "I can't stand that texture. I'll be running away from you all night."

Just as a frown threatened to cross his features, a man emerged from the room in the back. He was tall and very slim with slicked back red hair that made him look like he was from the '80's.

"Hello gentlemen! I'm Rick," he greeted, flashing us both a toothy smile as he sauntered over, "Can I help you with anything?"

"We're going to Pierre's Gala tonight and we both need fitted in something that would suit our body types. Surely you'll know what I'm talking about," I muttered, patting my own thick hips.

"Oh yes, dear, right this way," he beamed, guiding us towards the fitting room while he pulled a measuring tape from around his neck, "I'm going to get you both to stand in the middle of the room while I get your sizes, okay?"

Harry fidgeted around a little bit while Rick scuffled around to figure out my size. He seemed a bit uneasy.

"Alright, so.." He trailed off, brows furrowed as he tried to think of my name despite the fact that I hadn't told him.

"Louis."

"Right, Louis. You're 5'9," he hummed yet his voice held slight disbelief, "Waist is 30 inches, chest is 35 inches.."

I hummed in satisfaction at the news that my waist had gone down and my chest size had bumped up. Good. The kale Harry has been feeding me must be working, or maybe it's just Harry all together.

Rick moved over to Harry and repeated the entire process, "Ok-"

"Harry," I spoke out for him,

Rick glanced back at me, "Harry." He hums, "6 foot, 30 waist as well, and 37 chest."

Harry looked over at me, a light blush coating his cheeks, "Is that okay?"

I opened my mouth to speak but Rick beat me to it.