Lace ~ L.s.

16.// Diamonds

A.n.// Soo I've come to an ultimate decision with Harry's nickname for Louis.

...Lets just say I'll be using both names, just at different points in the story.

Hope you enjoy :)
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"Here's a suitcase, Harry. Why don't you start pulling out the clothing you want to bring with?"

"...Harry's c-clothes in Da- um, Dee's dresser."

"And?"

"And...'e put them in suitcase."

"Wha- in mine?"

Harry nodded.

Louis cursed and scooted over to his suitcase, ripping open the zipper. "Did I? Sorry, Harry. I must not have been thinking. Here, go through the ones I accidentally stole and take the ones you want," he said.

Harry glanced at Louis before nodding, sitting down at the pile, pulling it closer to him. He didn't quite delve into the work at first, instead shuffling the clothing around into a messy clump.

Louis, folding a dress shirt on the bed, noticed this out of the corner of his eye, raising a bit of suspicion. "Harry? Is everything alright?"

Harry paused, then shook his head. "Help Harry, p-please?" He asked.

"With what?"

Harry shrugged. "Picking out," he stated simply.

Louis took a deep breath and nodded, setting the shirt he was working on into his suitcase and going to sit next to Harry.

Pulling the clothes to him, Louis started holding up articles of clothing, reaching out far enough so Harry could see. "Okay, well, you're going to want to bring some t-shirts, 'cause it's gonna be warm, right?"

Harry shrugged.

Louis laughed and threw a few of them into the suitcase. "Well, it will be, and you wouldn't want to be caught without anything cool to wear."

He continued the process of sorting the t-shirts and throwing them aside when Harry disagreed, until he paused, hands hovering over the pile. "Is that...my shirt? I was wondering where that went," he said.

Harry wrinkled his nose and snatched the shirt out of Louis' hands, clutching it to his chest. "'S warm!" He argued. "H-Harry gonna bring," he mumbled, folding it carefully and tucking into the corner of the suitcase.

Louis paused. "Will I ever get that back?"

"No!"

"Not ever?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, tail snapping to curl protectively at his waist. "No."

There was a pause, before a smile broke onto Louis' face, and he snorted, trying to stifle his laughter. "You're feisty when you're angry," he giggled.

Harry's ears flattened against his head. "Not funny!" He hissed.

Louis burst out laughing then, Harry's face turning crimson red at the sound. Lunging over the suitcase, he landed on top of Louis, slapping a hand over his mouth. "N-No laugh!" He exclaimed, hooking his feet under Louis' legs so he couldn't move.