The Perfect Match.

Chapter 60

"Your mum's reaction was priceless," Louis is laughing while he's dressing that evening for the dinner party.

"I can't believe she was wanting to cry," Harry chuckles while he's looking in the mirror at his short hair. He runs his fingers through the top of it, being thankful he still has some small curls.

"It looks bloody amazing on you," Louis says softly beside him as he gently touches Harry's hair, "really, Harry. And at least this time you cut it for a good reason."

"So, you like it?" Harry asks when he looks back at him.

"I fucking love it," Louis nods and smiles, "it suits you, love."

"Thanks," Harry smiles and pulls out his nail polish from the duffel bag as well as a light red shade of lipstick, "I'm gonna go change. Be right back."

"Can't change in front of me?" Louis jokes.

"I don't care to," Harry shrugs, "but I need to put on something."

Louis raises an eyebrow, but grins, "alright. Fine. Take your time. I'll be on the patio."

Harry smiles and kisses Louis softly before he's grabbing his suit and heading to the bathroom.

"Can't wait for the lads to see your hair," Louis calls to him with a small chuckle.

"Think they'll recognize me?" Harry calls back with a laugh as he sits down and starts on his nails.

"Surely," Louis replies, "I don't think any of them are used to you with short hair by now, however."

"No, maybe Zayn," Harry smiles while he carefully paints his nails.

When he finishes them, he starts putting on the suit he picked out; he puts on his white collared silky shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone, then he's putting on the black slacks before he's looking at his hair again in the mirror.

It's a big adjustment, he thinks; he's not used to seeing himself like this... but he smiles, nonetheless. He can't help but feel a little odd without the long curls on his shoulders.

Instead, he now has hair almost the same length as Louis'... except Harry's hair has more curls.

He runs his fingers through it again and decides to try out the hairspray, something he hasn't used in years.

He styles it perfectly in the mirror, a small grin on his face; it's a look he's going to have to get used to, but he already loves it.

"How much longer?" Louis is calling from the patio.

Harry smiles to himself and adjusts the white button up before he's calling back, "almost done."

Harry glides the lipstick over his pink lips, only making them a tad bit darker. He then slips on the black coat of his suit and grabs his black boots. He sits down on the toilet to put them on and zip them up while his mind wanders back to the young man they saw in the hospital earlier before they returned to their suite.

The young man named Eric was more than delighted to meet Harry; his friends hadn't told him he was coming and the look on his face is a look harry will never forget. He remembers talking to Eric for over an hour about how he was doing and his condition. And Harry can't help but feel his eyes sting when he remembers Eric telling him he was still waiting for a donor, and that he was hoping he would find one soon.

Louis calls to Harry again, breaking his thoughts; he rubs his eyes some and sighs, wishing with everything in him that he could help Eric somehow.

Soon, Harry is opening the bathroom door and fixing his suit, and Louis looks at him immediately from the balcony doorway.

"You look... stunning," Louis is slow to say to him. He's too entranced by Harry; how his hair is perfectly styled, how the black suit looks on him, and how his nails are painted black as well. He smiles at him and says, "love the polish."