Youtubers [larry au] (boyxboy)

Chapter 32

It was New Year's eve, three o'clock in the afternoon. Louis wanted to buy some new clothes.

As much as he loved wearing Harry's big sweaters and comfortable sweatpants, it was time for him to buy something that he couldn't (in a million years) buy in London city. The thought of going back to his university made him nauseous, and it was worse knowing that it was only a week from now.

Harry was nervous, as well. He appreciated every second he got to spend with his baby, and it was going to be so hard letting him go again. He loved Louis with all his heart, and the thought of him possibly getting phsyically hurt again scared Harry more than anything else.

Even though he hated that stupid mall, he couldn't wait to show his wonderful and sweet boyfriend off to every single one he knew.

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"Why are these sleeves so long? Ugh!"

Louis decided to do a little modeling for Harry, who was patiently sitting on an uncomfortable yellow chair, waiting for his complaining boyfriend to come out of the changing room. They were at a clothing store for men, and even though it was very expensive, Harry thought he should at least buy something for his boyfriend. Louis kept declining, saying he just wanted to try some clothes on, but Harry didn't really care about that. If his boy liked something, he was definitely going to buy it for him, no arguements.

Finally, Louis came outside again with a shy smile on his face, twirling around and looking at Harry to see his reaction. It was very obvious, because Harry's mouth was wide open and his eyes were raking down his curvy body.

Basically, the time stopped, and all the other voices coming from the store couldn't be heard anymore. All his focus was on Louis, and it was so hard to not gasp at how fucking beautiful he was.

He was wearing an oversized white sweater, which seemed incredibly soft and comfortable to wear, not to mention how cute and tiny he was in that clothing. Harry couldn't breathe, especially when he saw the black yoga pants. Louis' arse was so defined, delicious and simply out of this world. He wanted to cry.

"You look... good," Harry confirmed, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried not to ogle at Louis' beautiful arse. "You're so stunning," he added, and softly smiled when he saw the sweater paws. He was so in love.

"Really?" Louis squeaked, spinning around again before walking towards Harry shyily, "I just want yoga pants because they're so comfortable and easy to wear when I'm at uni, and I like this sweater so much. So yeah, they're not supposed to go together, but I didn't-"

"You're very gorgeous," Harry interrupted, beaming at him, "and I can't even say anything else, because I'm finding it really hard to even think about anything else when I'm looking at you."

It was true. Louis was the most beautiful man in the world, and Harry still had a hard time believing he was the one who got to kiss Louis and whisper sweet words to him whilst staring into those bright blue eyes. His boyfriend was quite dazzling, more precisely one of a kind. Harry liked to think of him as sunshine and rainbows and warm summerdays.

Louis was blushing, playing with his bottom lip between his fingers as turned to face the mirror in the changing room. He cleared his throat, trying really hard to hide his smile. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," Harry chuckled, and stood up from the chair to walk towards Louis, wanting to be close to him. He brushed his fingertips on his boyfriend's arm, and laid his head down on Louis' shoulder, kissing his soft neck. "Are you doubting my honesty?"