Larry Stylinson One Shots Collection

You Look So Pretty For Me

(charminghate (ao3))

Summary:

So really, Harry hadn't the slightest clue why Louis had been so upset about the lingerie, honestly, he didn't.

This whole mess started last week.

It was a Saturday and Lou had insisted Harry and he go to the mall, you know to shop.

Because that's what you do at the mall.

Obviously.

Anyways it was a fairly normal shopping trip, or at least Harry thought it was, Lou seemed way too excited though, rambling on and on about how they needed everything and anything he led eyes on.

Harry had never really been the biggest fan of shopping, to be honest, but Louis adored it, so he just nodded and followed him, smiling because if Lou was happy, he was happy, it was as simple as that.

No matter how excited his perfect blue-eyed boyfriend could get over a pair of new shoes or more band tee shirts, however, Harry still couldn't enjoy the experience. You see, Harry hated being materialistic, he preferred his clothes loved rather than highly priced. Harry Styles was the kind of guy that could walk into a second-hand shop and fall in love with various worn vintage

band tees and suede shoes, not shiny new plastic ones.

But Louis loved to shop, and Harry loved Louis, so he just went along with it.

It wasn't too long before Harry had reached the climax of his boredom, groaning on and on to Louis asking "Why do you love doing this so much?" and "If your bloody amazing arse didn't look so bloody amazing in all those clothes you try on I might have been dead by now." and Louis just simply replied saying, "Listen, love, the more you whine the longer it takes." But this time Harry wasn't just going to whine and pout like usual, today the eighteen year-old was feeling mischievous.

"Hey Lou?" Harry called to Lou whom was examining his own reflection in the changing room mirror, trying to decide if the trousers he was currently wearing made his arse look big.

"Hmm?"

"I'm gonna go grab a hot pretzel or something, Want one?"

"Sure, babe, whatever, see you in a bit."

And with that Harry was nonchalantly walking out the front entrance of the store and into the large shopping centre, heading directly towards his sister's favorite shop.

Oh yes you will.

It took six days for Louis to find Harry's purchase from the store that day.

Six days to find the curious pink sparkly bag sitting on the top shelf of their closet.

Frankly, it surprised Harry it took him that long.

"Hey Lou, party tomorrow at Ni's, you think we could-"

"What the hell are these?" Louis demanded dangling the bag's contents from his petite pinky in front of Harry's face, confusion prominent in his beautiful voice.

Harry looked up lazily from his phone, smirking slightly when he saw the item hanging in front of his face.

"Underwear."

"Bloody lace knickers! Wait let me be more clear, WOMEN'S bloody lace knickers! Jesus Harry why in the fucking world do we have a pair of fucking ladies undergarments in our closet, hm?"

"I thought you would like them!" Harry replied, smirk now wide, amusement evident in his deep voice.

"You want me to like them? Oh wait, I get it now, you want me to wear them don't you? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Harry, but I'm not a fucking piece of meat! You can't just dress me up all scantly and just expect me to go along! Jesus fucking Christ, you're a horny bastard, you are!"