Boy in the diamond boxers (l.s)

Unfocused ~2

"Hello mr. Tomlinson, my name is Harry Styles, and I am your stylist today." The goregous boy spoke. Louis then snapped out of his bubble, and gave the boy a small nod.

"Hi Harry. Is it okay if I call you Harry? Oh, and just call me Louis." he mumbled, and mentally face palme himself fo making himself look unprofessional. This is what happens when I don't get to follow my routines... But Harry just smiled, and told him that he could call him anything. Wasn't that boy just adorable. Louis then turned his face forward, and let Harry do his job. He edited few pictures for later use while Harry worked on his hair.

"Well shit.." Louis hissed when his phone decided to die. Maybe it was time to buy a new one..

"Umm, Louis, I am going to put on the makeup now." Harry said, which made Louis turn his head a bit forward, to let Harry have full acces to his face. This menat obviously that he couldn't do anyting, so he decided to chit chat.

"So Harry, why did you become a stylist? Is it because your last name is Styles?" He asked, while Harry was priming his face. The younger boy let out a chuckle, and told Louis he was interested in modeling, but never got the chanse to model, so he just decided to become a stylist to work with models. He had suprisingly a really low voice, a bit lower than Louis'.

The converstation basically died right there, and Louis just watched the boy as he prepped Louis face.

"Okay I am done now." Harry announced a bit later, and Louis looked at himself in the mirror. The makeup wasn't dramatic at all, it just brough out Louis face, and covered the blemishes. He was impressed. Then he remembered.

"So I have these marks I need you to cover as much as possible." He told the boy, as he rolled up his sleeve. Harry's face showed worry, as he studied the scars. He then looked Louis in the eye's.

"Uh, how new are these?" He asked in a worrying tone, which made Louis sigh, he really didn't need someone questioning him. Obviously Harry understood Louis' reaction, and quickly explained:

"I mean, I need to know, so I use the right products. We really don't want them to get all infected."

"Yeah, well they happened yesterday." Louis said looking around. He didn't need Tiff to see them, she was alredy so stressed, and he didn't want to cause her some kind of seizure.

Harry then collected some bottles, and took Louis' arm in his hand. He took some kind of cotton ball and poured something in it. He slowly started dabbing on the cuts, making Louis twitch uncomfortarbly in his chair. Then Harry took something that looked like plastic wrap, and cut a pice of it, and placed it over the cuts. He then took something that looked like glue, and covered the plastic wrap with it. He took a hair dryer and blew warm air on it, untill it dried.

"This will keep it safe from all the bacteria coming from the makeup." He explained. He then covered it with some foundation, and if you didn't know it was there, you honestly couldn't spot the difference between the skin, and the fake-skin. Louis thanked Harry, and stood up from the chair. Harry tol him where he was expected next, and Louis walked to the 'closet'.

Minutes later he was standing in front of the desert-background posing for the camera. He honestly felt ridiculous, because this was meant to be a watch commercial shoot, but instead it felt like he was posing fo the new caveman underwear-line. But he did his job as told, and quickly finished. The photographer told him he did a good job, and William thanked him for the 100th time. He walked to the 'closet' and got his own clothes. He was greeted by Tiff, who told him he was done for the day, and so the two walked to the car.

"Damn it! I forgot to thank the stylist!" Louis suddenly remembered. He always thanked everyone who he had worked with, because that is called good manners, and besides, he was honoured to work with these people.