Immediately after leaving Mr McGee's office, Louis and I were sent off in different directions, each of us forced to get ready for things we do not even want to do. Louis had been taken away from my before I could even give him a goodbye kiss, or even just give him a simple hug.
He had been brought out to get ready for his 'date' with Eleanor, when in all reality he will just be sitting at the table dreading every second he needs to spend time around her. Each and every time he use to return home from the forced dates, he would tell me how much he had hated being out with someone other than me. He said that all he does is think of me, while having his arm wrapped around Eleanors waist to make them look like a real couple. But, they will never look like a genuine couple, because they are missing the one thing needed, love.
So with Louis off getting his outfit picked out and the details of the date arranged, I am getting driven to the groups stylist, Lou Teasdale's, flat in London.
Typically I don't got over to her house to get my makeup done and hair styled perfectly, but tonight is different than any other normal night.
My driver assigned to me for the night, pulls up to her house approximately thirty minutes after I had left Modests headquarters. Usually it would have taken ten minutes to get here but we got stuck in traffic because of some accident that happened on Kings Road, right down the street from headquarters. In which I truly didn't mind the delay, because it only shortens the time I will need to be out later.
Walking up the pathway to the front door, Lux, Lou's daughter, comes running up to me.
"Harry!" she says as she wraps her short arms around my left leg. I bend down to pick her up and being her into the flat. Standing at the doorway is Lou with a big smile on her face, and the cutting cape in her hand.
"You're late" she says with a chuckle as she lets me into the flat. Before I go over to the chair for my haircut, I place Lux down in the chair that is in front of the one I will be sitting in.
"Okay so today I'm jut going to do a basic trim on the sides of your head and shave some of the hair growing on your neck. Once I'm done with you, your hair will be looking beautiful" Lou says as she has me tip my hair back into the sink behind the chair.
As Lou washes my hair, I try to relax and think about happy things. Like the days when Louis and I did not have to worry about being separated like this.
I remember one day, back in late 2010, the two of us went out grocery shopping. We had purchased everything we needed for the first house we ever lived in together. But, at the food we bought ended up getting destroyed in our food fight me had. That was a bitch to clean up though, but the fun we had trumped any cleaning we had to do. By the time I had finished my flashback, Lou was asking me to sit up again.
For the next twenty minutes, I just sat here in this chair talking to both Lou and Lux about random things, and singing a couple of children's songs to Lux.
Ever since I was little I have always wanted a little sister, and with Lux I have finally got my chance to act like a big brother.
"Now I am going to need you to go change into your swimming trunks, which Paul dropped off earlier, and come back here. Please leave your shirt off since it will be easier to get the makeup on and so that it doesn't smudge too much" Lou asks me as she takes the cutting cape off of me. She points to my trunks which are on the couch in the living room, and I walk down the hall to the bathroom. Quickly stripping myself of the clothes I put on this morning, I replace them with my trunks. Thankfully Paul had brought over the pair I purchased in California, which are so much better than the ones I wore in Australia last year.
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