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Harry has slept over ever since he came to Louis' house. He had done everything that was possible to help him out; he cleaned, he cooked, he literally did everything. He really missed doing things for him, but he also felt bad for Louis because he's been getting more and more nervous every single day about the court case. He also went out and looked for jobs right away, but since he was nervous wreck, Louis said he had fucked all of them up.

"But today," Louis said after he had gotten out of a long shower, "I'm modeling. I'll be up at the modeling agency about a half hour away."

Harry's stomach lurched forward. He'd be modeling more pictures, more of THOSE. Maybe he could ask if he could come with him...?

"And you're coming with me," Louis said fixing his hair in the mirror. Harry smiled brightly.

"You have to come because the police said I have to keep you with me or they would take you for the time being until the court started. But I didn't want that."

"Thanks," Harry blushed at the way Louis looked at him when he said that.

"And I feel like you'd want to come with me anyway," Louis winked.

"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "I was afraid of asking."

"Don't be afraid. I don't bite," he said as he began to put on layers of clothes for the cold outside. All Harry had was a jacket, but it was Louis' so he didn't mind.

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They arrived at the modeling agency around noon. Louis seemed nervous.

"I can't believe they actually called me back on this one. I was really quite desperate because I don't have a job and everything," Louis said as they walked through the building.

"I'm so sorry, Louis I-"

"Don't be, and you've told me enough anyway." Louis smiled at Harry as they walked through fancy doors to Louis' modeling studio. It was fancy to Harry because he's never been in a place like this before. It was so odd to him how everything was spic and span and how all the people he's seen were all....so perfect. They weren't perfect like Louis, but Harry could tell they were trying to be. Who wouldn't want to be exactly like Louis? Harry thought.

In the center of the giant marbled room was the place Louis would be shooting at. It had cameras and lights and sets just for him. Around it were seats that Harry sat down on to watch the magic happen. He never felt so out of place there, but remembering he was wearing a model's clothes made him feel a bit better. Remembering that he was with the model made him feel a bit better.

The first thing they told Louis to do was get undressed and put other clothes on. He only had on boxer briefs when he got out of the dressing room. Harry immediately sat up to see Louis and Louis winked at him when he saw the reaction he got from Harry.

"Let's do something sexy, have to keep my boy interested," Louis said to the photographer and modeling agent, while looking at Harry the whole time. Harry blushed when everyone turned to him to stare; they haven't noticed him at all until now.

"Who is he?" Talia, the modeling agent, asked. She was tall and lean, blonde, and looked to be around 35 but Harry was guessing she was way older.

"Ehmmm...he's my friend, he...uh-" Louis began tapping nervously on the table beside him.

"Seems awful young to be your boyfriend."

"No! He's not my boyfriend," Louis squeaked. Talia was taken aback at how the tone of Louis' voiced changed so quickly.

"Yeah I just wanted to watch...the magic happen," Harry added. Talia and sighed and it was then that Louis began modeling. First, he just took pictures posing; arms in the air, hands playing with the hem of his boxers, him winking, him smiling, him with a serious face. Harry literally could not take it. Louis was perfect in everything that he did. His BODY was so perfect....how could they not want him more?

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