Pretty Boy

Eleven

There wasn't anything Harry wanted to do more than forgive Louis. Almost every night he dreamed of the soft touches, ghost lips, heavy teasing. The nights that his dreams aren't boner inducing, he dreamed of dates with Louis. Cliché ones about romantic things only he would come up with. Whatever the dream, Harry woke up heartbroken.

Zayn had been sitting with them for weeks now. Always stopping by Louis to ask him to sit with the small group too. Niall and Liam adored Zayn's company, constantly smiling and asking him questions. A light blush coated his cheeks as the attention was directed to him once again.

"Highlighter?" Liam questions.

"Gave him a glow." Harry chuckles "The lip colour really made the look though."

Niall looked ready to explode with happiness at the thought of Zayn's lips painted a luxurious pink. Plus knowing his best friend was in need of a distraction from his shattered heart he came up with a brilliant idea.

"How about Harry gives us all makeovers this friday. We'll have a slumber party." He suggested it casually, even though he has other intentions for this slumber party.

"I don't wanna leave Louis stuck with our parents all weekend; he'll have my head if I do." Zayn laughed.

"Invite him!" Harry exclaimed "He deserves friends too, I don't mind."

"That defeats the purpose of distracting you from him." Liam said.

"You don't get to decide. My house, my slumber party. And I want him there." Harry huffed. He could truly be a spoiled brat when he wanted too.

"Friday at Harry's." Niall laughed.

~

Niall got there first, helping Harry bring all his make-up supplies to the living room where everyone would be. Harry was beyond nervous to see Louis, fearing he would fall for the boy even more. He kept reminding himself the others would be there and he had nothing to be afraid off.

"How are you and Liam?" Harry asks well putting food on the coffee table.

"We're great, Liam is so great." Niall sighs.

"Why does it sound like there's a but?" Harry smiles, only teasing until he sees Niall's face.

"Liam great." Is the only answer he gets before the door rings.

Of course when you speaking of the devil, he shall appear. Liam walks in with pizza in hand. Kissing Niall on the lips as soon as he sees his blonde boyfriend. Harry was grabbing the last of his eye shadows when the doorbell rang. He only freezes for a moment before opening a door with a wide grin.

"Hey Zaynie, hi Lewis." Harry gives Louis a tight smile "Thanks for coming."

The night goes along the five boys dig into the pizza and beer. Harry laughs at Louis' jokes and quick remarks. The two finding they had a lot in common. Harry wasn't sure if he was forgiving Louis quite yet. It was Niall who recommended they get started on the make-overs after they all feel slightly buzzed.

"Liam and Louis won't fit into any of my clothes, but i have hot dresses for Zaynie and Niall" Harry giggles picking up a bright red lipstick "Who's first?".

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First was Liam (at Niall's request). An eyebrow touch up and a nude lip is all Harry could get him to agree too. Liam looked practically the same, he admitted though it looked good it wasn't his thing. He kept it on, Niall needed a picture of them all done up apparently.

Niall went next eager as hell to get made up. Asking for extreme glitter. That's what he got, his lids pack high with gold glitter and cheeks glowing. A soft pink covering his thin lips. When Liam saw him he had to lean in and whisper something that would stay between them. At least it would for a little while longer.

Next was Zayn who got soft brown eye lids and gold highlighted cheeks. A deep red lip to finish the look had Zayn smiling like nothing else. Without the busy mall and judging stares, he enjoys the look, and feels nothing less the beautiful. Being met with smiles from his crushes helped the feeling too.

Surprisingly to everyone Louis sat compliantly well Harry worked. Blending out a dark smokey eye on the punk boy. Black lipstick to finish the punk inspired look. After looking in the mirror he give Harry a thank you and moved back to where he was sitting.

Niall took an enormous amount of pictures. Mostly of Zayn and Liam.

"An angel like Zayn should have his own magazine spread." Niall said looking the boy straight in the eyes "Let him enjoy the photoshoot I can provide."

Informing the two boys that their outfits were ready, Harry takes a seat as they leave. Louis and Liam are conversing about football, Harry lays by their feet and closes his eyes. They must think he's fallen asleep, because the subject soon changes.

"They just leave him here with money and expect him to live on his own?" Louis questioned.

"I mean there are cleaners and the grocery get delivered to the house. It's sad though. I think he'd get lonely." Liam sighed.

"I'd go crazy in this large house by myself. Who knows how he really feels about this?" Louis continues.

At that statement Harry snapped his head up and says "As far as I am concerned, no parents is a blessing. And you don't get to talk like you care." He looked at Louis. "Not when you can't even remember my name."

"Of course I bloody know your name." Louis say standing "I knew you before I even approached you."

"Then why they fuck would you pretend not to know my name? It's not funny to mess around with people's feelings." Harry yells out.

"I was scared. You have so many guys who would drop to their knees for you. Who am I compared to them? I had to protect myself from you. From you figuring out you're too good for me."

"You're the only one for me. Right now, it's you. Jared couldn't do it for me. Tell me you didn't feel it."

"I'm scared."

"I am too."

Louis doesn't respond and the boys come skipping into the living room after just a few minutes.

Niall in a flowing knee length dress. The deep rose colour gliding across his pale skin with a innocent glow.

Zayn sporting a tight dusty pink coloured skirt that came down to his knees, on top he wore a white lace crop top. The elbow length sleeve giving him a slender elegance.

"Fuck me." tumbled off Liam's lips before he could stop himself. Grabbing Zayn's hands, Niall skips over to his boyfriend.

"Aren't we hot babe?" Niall giggles, twirling in his dress. Zayn rubbed his hands across the silky fabric of the skirt.

"Absolutely gorgeous." Liam stands and reaches for his boyfriends hip. "Can't wait to see you out of it." He whispers.

"Shoulda seen Zayn." Niall's voice rang out, "Took a peek well we were changing." He winked. Zayn blushed bright at the compliment. Liam doesn't respond verbally, but licks his lips as his eyes travel down Zayn's slim body.

Oblivious to the conversation happening around them, Louis and Harry are stuck deep in their thoughts. Louis running over a million ways to show Harry just how sorry he truly is. He can't find a way that doesn't include him pouring his heart out again. So he decides on, "Sorry doesn't begin to fix it, but I am sorry. I want to start fresh." Louis meets Harry's eyes at the end.

"I'm Harry," He responds with doe eyes, "Harry Styles."

"I'm Louis, Louis Tomlinson."

"I know." Harry giggled. "Heard a lot about you already, Tomlinson."