The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

7. Under the lights tonight

Around four, Louis arrived without his usual hurry.

"Gentlemen," Louis called as he walked into his own office.

Harry saved the draft of the email he was writing before going to his boss' office along with Liam.

Louis was picking up his stuff, getting ready to leave, "I need you both ready for tonight," he announced.

Both, Harry and Liam, mumbled incoherent "er's" and "oh's"

Louis looked expectantly at them, so Harry spoke, "I thought only the first assistant attended the gala,"

"Usually," Louis replied, "But not when the first assistant decides to be a bacteria incubator. I need you there in case Liam wants to leave early."

"Okay," both replied.

"Feel free to leave the office whenever you're ready," Louis said grabbing the last of his things, "Harry, my coat?"

Harry went to get it and handed it to Louis, "Have a safe drive,"

"Mhm, see you there, Harry," Louis replied before leaving.

"Alright, and now what?" he asked Liam

Liam blew his nose and replied, "I guess we can go home. There's this insane list of guest that I had to memorize so it looks like Louis knows everyone there, but I won't make you learn the whole thing. So yeah, home,"

Liam's nose was so red and stuffy. Harry actually wanted to help.

"Can I take a look at the list?"

"Sure," Liam gave him a ring binder and grabbed his coat. "See you later, Harry,"

"Yeah, bye," he replied already going through the pages of names and photos.

There were so many guests; celebrities and high-profile people. Harry didn't even know why Louis offered a gala, but important people are always throwing parties. Harry heard something like the gala was because the fashion weeks were close, so it was a type of pre-event.

He went through the list a couple of more times when he started to panic. He had nothing to wear.

"Thank god you're still here!" he yelled when he saw Niall at his office.

"And thank god I didn't just have a stroke, you scared the shit out of me," Niall replied.

"I need something to wear at the gala,"

"Why are you going?"

"Louis told me to. Liam's too sick to function well,"

Niall chuckled, "Alright, let's go to the wardrobe and see if we can sneak out some good outfit,"

They picked a few outfit choices but Harry didn't have the time to try them on because everyone was already leaving.

"Alright, so go to your place, have some rest, something to eat and then meet me at my house," Niall instructed as they waited for the lift to reach the ground floor.

"Your house?"

"Yeah, Teasdale is going to be there to help me with my hair so she can do yours as well. We'll pick your outfit there, yes?"

"Oh, okay thanks,"

The lift bell rang and the doors opened.

"Preston can take you, he knows where I live," Niall smiled taking the clothes from Harry's hands, "I'll take these. See you there, Harry,"

So, after doing as Niall told him to, Harry found himself ready looking at his reflection in the huge mirror of one of Niall's guest rooms.

Niall's house wasn't less posh than Louis'. It was very bright with marble floors and wood and grey accents all around it. Still, it looked like it belonged to Niall. There was a shelf where there were a few awards, Harry was sure one of it had to do with football; there were some portraits of famous people, some of them with an autograph; and in the living room there was the largest telly Harry had ever seen and it somewhat fit with Niall's personality.