Louis stood in his dressing in front of the large mirror debating whether he looked good enough to be playing Harrys husband, leaving him rather anxious. He'd played the scene out in his head, but he had no idea what it would actually be like. He took another look at himself in the mirror, his shorts hugged his bum and the top button of his shirt was undone. His hair was messy and he wondered why on earth Anna and Frank wanted him dressed like this. He was definitely out of his comfort zone, he'd never had to dress like this before.
He walked over to Harry's dressing room, his palms sweating as he brought his knuckles up to the large oak door that read "H.E.STYLES".
He knocked on gently, waiting for an answer. Harry swung the door open, he was dressed in the tight fitting suit.
"Does this look... good? I-I mean do I look okay?" Louis asked timidly.
Stupid question Harry thought, of course he looks amazing - but he simply replied "yeah looks good" and gave Louis a small smile.
Louis wanted to speak but didn't know what the words would come out like. He braved it, asking "you ready to go?"
Harry nodded in response, following Louis out and down the long hallways.
Louis thought about the shoot. How he was excited to see Harry hovered over him because Harry was so so tall. He thought about the way Harrys lips would feel against his own - if they had to kiss or anything, you know. They were walking in complete silence, both in their own thoughts.
"Anddd were here." Harry broke the silence between them.
Louis had butterflies in his stomach. He hated it.
But nevertheless, the show must go on.
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أدب الهواةMy parents always warned me about drugs on the street, but not about the one with big green eyes, soft curly hair, and a heart beat.
