So Glad That I Found You (Louis/Styles Triplets)

Chapter 5

"Alex! I don't know what to wear!" Louis wails from inside his room, standing in front of the pile of clothes on his bed. Numerous types of boxers and underwear lie pathetically on the floor, making him grimace at the sight of his horrendously messy room.

After he got home from the nursery, Louis straight away started digging his closet, pulling out one by one of the clothes he owns until his closet is empty and he still has yet to find a perfectly good outfit to wear. At this point, Louis is thankful enough if he gets to wear a decent outfit. But the problem is, he can't find any. He's tried to match every top with every one of his pants and nothing works. Nothing.

Edward had texted him earlier, telling him to wear something nice since they're going to have dinner. Everything he has is too casual and none of them look even slightly right. And now Louis is shitting his pants trying to work out a perfect attire.

It won't do any good at all if he just has a mental breakdown right now. He wonders what kind of picture it would be if Edward arrives only to find Louis rocking back and forth on the floor. The desire to just curl up and bawl about everything threatens to overcome but Louis strives to keep his mental health in check. He needs to go on this date. He has to.

But one glance at the mountain of fabrics again and Louis is pulling at his hair, screaming.

"Where's the fire?" Alex asks, calmly striding past the door without any care about the state of Louis' room. He walks over to the bed and wordlessly sits on the pile.

"Alex. Nothing works. I'm going to call Edward and cancel the date. This is not working out." The Omega says hurriedly, clearly a breath away from full blown panicking. "I'm going to die."

"You're not." Alex drawls, crossing his legs.

Louis slides onto the floor, sighing dejectedly. "I'm going to cancel the date. And we're not going to mate. We're never going to get married and I'm never going to get my litter of puppies. The whole world is going to crash. People are gonna die!"

"Always so dramatic." Alex rolls his eyes, shifting on the pile and pulling out one cloth at a time, observing it and shaking his head before tossing it behind him without a care. Louis watches him with remorse, trying not to cry.

"Well, you have nothing to wear, it turns out." The flat mate says observantly once he's finished going through Louis' clothes. The mountain of clothes has been reduced to nothing, instead they are now scattered around on the floor. Louis barely remembers the colour of his carpet.

"Wow, you're so sharp." Louis retorts back dryly. He pouts and goes back to mourning while he hugs his knees to his chest.

Alex makes a disapproving sound, getting off of the bed and walking over to where his friend is sitting pathetically. He grips the back of Louis' shirt, hauling the Omega to his feet and dragging him out of the room.

"Are you kicking me out because I'm failing horribly even before the first date?" Louis asks, as if already accepting his fate as he slouches down while he trails behind his friend.

Alex shoots him a punch on the arm. He almost wants to aim Louis' neck. "No, you tit. Shut up. You're going to borrow my clothes instead."

"Sorry I can't afford nice clothes. I'm poor as fuck."

"No, you're not. The clothes you deserve are just too expensive."

When they reach Alex's room, Louis immediately helps himself to drop down on Alex's bed while the owner of the room heads for the furniture that holds his fashionable clothes. Louis can't lie that he's had times where he's jealous that Alex can always afford to buy more stylish outfit and other stuff Louis really wants but is financially incapable of. But then he remembers that the money he could've used to buy those things are being used to make his mother happy and that's enough to make him content with life.