The Ballet Shoes

The Date

"Love I need some help." Louis waved over a lady organizing some  tutus on the rack.

"What may I help you with?"

"I need a pink body wrap, one like this." Louis showed her the one he had ripped of Harry's. 

"It's quite large sir, I'm not sure we have that here." the lady said sifting through the rack.

"Well if you don't have it bloody ordered in by Friday. I'll spend my last pound on this." Louis pushed.

The lady huffed her chest jerking the wrap out of his hand.

"Excuse you." Louis said annoyed.

The lady typed away on the keyboard clicking around.

"Alright it will be here by Saturday." the lady said.

Louis rubbed his forehead frustrated.

"I said by bloody Friday. I need it for Friday!" Louis tried to contain his anger.

"Well I'm sorry but it won't come in Friday." the lady mocked.

Louis grumbled and turned on his heel pissed.

"It better be here by Saturday." he said before exiting the shop.

He was nervous and had no idea how to dress for what he planned. Liam had a sense of fashion but not nearly as well as what Harry did. He needed help. Once in his car he dialed Liam.

"Ay mate." Liam answered.

"Right, I need some help." Louis said chewing on his bottom lip.

"With?"

"Well as you know I'm getting with Harry or you should know."

"Uh huh."

"Well I need help picking what to wear tomorrow. Can you come by the frat in say 20 minutes?"

Liam hesistated looking at Harry across the room who was also looking through his drawers full of clothes. He didn't trust Louis, something told him that Louis was going to hurt him. He sighed realizing it be wrong for him to not help Louis cause he was indeed the one his best friend was falling for.

"Okay I'm leaving now." Liam got up putting on his shoes hanging up.

"Where you off to?" Harry questioned pulling a sheer see through black button up out the drawer.

"I'm going to hang out with Louis." Liam thumbed towards the door. 

"Okay." Harry waved him off.

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At the frat Liam made his way up the stairs. It was a mess and it smelled horrible. It smelled of sweat, stale cigarette, and different drugs and alcohol. Liam turned up his nose.  He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"So what do you need help with?"

"What to wear I have no idea, its been proper ages since I've-" Louis stopped before he gave too many details "uh I need help on what to wear I'm taking him to a nice dinner, then uh I think a walk some where nice, then to get some ice cream or something." Louis shrugged.