"Harry, what about some new jeans?" Louis asked as the three of them walked through the mall.
"Oh, um, okay sure." Harry said.
"Or just some new clothes. Why not?" Louis shrugged.
"Okay." Harry smiled at him.
"Why d'you need new jeans? The ones you're wearing now look pretty nice." Zayn commented, glancing over Harry's body.
"I can't believe you're questioning me about clothes. You went shopping for more clothes because you were sad." Harry said.
"He's got you there." Louis chuckled.
"Whatever." Zayn smiled.
He and Louis basically followed Harry around, not interested in much in the first store.
"Can I get this if it fits?" Harry asked Louis, holding a black shirt with some band on it.
"Of course." Louis said, chuckling when Harry handed it to him.
Louis almost disappeared in a pile of clothes by the time Harry decided to stop and go start trying things on.
"We're going to be here forever." Zayn sighed, the two of them sitting outside the changing room while Harry tried on clothes.
"I know." Louis realized.
Fifteen minutes went by, Louis and Zayn entertaining themselves by looking around or playing games on their phones.
"What about this?" Harry asked, coming out wearing the band shirt and a tight pair of black ripped jeans.
"Looks good. Are we ready to go?" Zayn asked, sitting up.
"This is only the first outfit." Harry chuckled.
"It took you fifteen minutes to put that on?" Zayn scoffed. "How long is it gonna take you to take it off?"
"Depends on who's watching." Harry said in a flirty way, smiling.
Zayn looked at Louis, who had a light blush on his cheeks.
"Um, Harry maybe speed it up a little?" He suggested carefully.
"But what about the other outfits?" Harry asked sadly.
"We can buy them, it's okay." Louis said.
"Well not if they don't look good. I've got them arranged in here, come look at them." Harry said before he went back into the changing room.
"Both of us?" Zayn frowned.
"Yes."
Louis and Zayn followed Harry into the changing room, looking at the outfits he had hanging around them.
"Do they all match?" Harry asked, wanting their opinions.
Zayn and Louis were both very stylish.
"You didn't seem to care about how you looked when I first picked you up from home." Louis couldn't help but mention.
Harry ignored him as Zayn spoke.
"Yeah, these all match. Nothing looks terrible. Can we go?" Zayn asked after he looked around thoroughly.
"Yeah, okay. Can one of you take the extra stuff back?" Harry asked, gathering the clothes.
"Gladly." Zayn said, the song playing over the store speakers getting on his nerves.
He left, and Harry looked at himself in the mirror again. "I think this one's my favorite."
"Yeah, looks good." Louis nodded, checking the price tag hanging from the back of Harry's jeans.
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Ten Years [Zourry]
Fanfiction"We can make it work, angel." **currently on hold but not abandoned** 9/3/19 ©2016 Prisonerwithavision