"So, what do you think?" Louis asked as he turned away from the mirror to face me.
I could feel the breath catch in my throat as I starred at him. He looked...so, so...perfect. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of him that way, but I just couldn't help it. His usually side swept hair was gelled back, making him look older and more mature. He was wearing a pair of dark navy trousers, a white collared shirt with a matching navy pair of suspenders. A grey blazer was thrown over that, which he was now nervously tugging on the hem of.
He met my eyes with a frown. "What? What's wrong with it?" He demanded, his gaze falling down to his body as he looked worriedly at himself.
I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to him, my hand falling against his arm. "Lou...you look amazing. So handsome and swanky," I smirked.
He grinned back at me and nodded slightly. "I still wish you were coming with me," he muttered, looking down at his shiny shoes.
I inhaled deeply. I did, too. I wanted so badly to wear a pretty dress and be escorted onto the red carpet, arm in arm with Louis. But I couldn't. I couldn't lead him on any further when I knew I was never going to be with him. He was hurting from a break up, and I couldn't damage him any more. I couldn't write the article, and I couldn't give him false hope about us being together.
"I know," was all I managed to say in reply.
He nodded, once again mute.
Things between us had been filled with tension all day, and I wanted so badly for it to go away. It was tough for Louis to be shot down after confessing his feelings. I knew that. But I didn't want it to affect the friendship that had grown between us. I wanted to keep him in my life, now that I wasn't going to hurt him.
"You really do look great, Lou," I said in attempt to fill the awkward silence.
"Thank you," he smiled back weakly.
Luckily for us, the door swung open and an equally handsome looking Harry leaned against the door frame. "You clean up nice, boo." He grinned, winking at Louis.
Harry called Louis boo?
Louis rolled his eyes but grinned. "Not too bad yourself, Hazza," he chuckled, running his fingers along the suspenders. "Any news on when we're leaving?"
Harry shook his head. His curls didn't even bugde from their place, which I assumed was due to a large amount of hairspray. "I think Zayn is still getting dressed. Niall is fighting with Caroline on whether or not he can eat. She says he'll ruin his suit," Harry trailed off with a chuckle and Louis smirked, giving a knowing nod.
Harry turned his eyes to me and smiled. "You look lovely as well, Stella," he said.
I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, yes, I look fantastic," I aborted, gesturing to the Hollister sweats I was wearing and the white tank too that grazed my mid drift. My hair was in a messy knot at the top of my head.
Harry shrugged. "I think you look good." He shot me a wink, crossing his arms over his chest before letting his eyes finally leave the exposed skin.
Louis looked up from tying his shoes, shooting Harry a death glare.
Harry reached up to run a hand through his hair, but stopped himself so he didn't mess it up. An annoyed expression etched onto his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but the voice that was heard was not his. It was higher pitched.
