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SIX.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror before he turned back for Louis to saw him.

“Damn boy,” Louis said, “You look HOT!”

Harry chuckled and lowered his gaze, his cheeks turning a little shade of pink.

“Do you really think Nick would like this?” Harry asked, doubtful.

Harry was wearing a neat black suit, with a light grey, almost white, shirt underneath it, with a silver tie. His hair was styled in a quiff, not too big with an actual style and looking rather posh, a little bit to the side. With shiny black shoes and smelling minty and fresh, Harry could have any man in that party if he wanted to. Not to mention his eyes were sparkling and his thin pumped lips were rosy, bringing up crazy ideas to Louis’ mind.

“Who wouldn’t? Harry,” Louis said, almost scolding him, “I think you’re one of the most handsome lads in the world,” Louis said, avoiding the little shake in his voice, “And I’m not even counting myself in this one, I’m serious. You’re stunning tonight.”

Harry smiles once more time, before he turned to head out of the bathroom, down to the party.

Louis followed him close, he didn’t want Harry to go all by himself. Besides, Louis was wearing a suit too, maybe a little bit less formal than Harry, because of course Louis was wearing black vans and of course, he rolled the end of his skinny black jeans a bit up so his ankles could be seen. Typical Louis.

They arrived the reception, a big room ahead of them, with low lights hanging from the roof, making the environment more intimate, more surreal.

Louis had his hand in the low part of Harry’s back, being all protective and caring. It took Harry a bit to adjust to the mood the party had, because apparently it was a themed party. Not that everyone was in costumes or stuff, but the decorations and waiters had some sort theme, like a Spartan party, like from the ancient Greece, maybe because it was a party about wine and Harry was sure there was a god in mythology in charge of wine.

Louis saw Harry was nervous, of course he was. He couldn’t even tell when Harry decided to take his hand and squeeze it so much, making Louis’ hand actually hurt. Didn't matter, Louis liked the feel of Harry's hand in his. 

Louis turned to Harry, with soft eyes squeezing his hand back, “Everything is going to be alright, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, it’s just,” Harry sighed, “I’m nervous.”

Louis nodded, understanding Harry but just then, Louis thought it was a good idea to tell everything to Harry.

“Harry, I— I want to talk to you, like umm— about something, like important,” Louis said, choking on his own words and looking at the floor.

“What’s wrong Lou?” Harry said.

And oh god, why did Harry had to sound so soft and sexy when he called him Lou? Louis was actually more nervous now, his heart racing, and he was sure his heart skipped some beats.

“It’s just that— I’ve been feeling this for like—,”

“Look Louis!” Harry said, interrupting him, “It’s Nick!”

Louis then turned to see in the direction Harry was pointing, the person Harry was watching. Oh god, was that actually Nick? He didn’t looked like the big deal. Yeah, maybe he had style and fashion sense, but oh no, he was not handsome nor sexy. Louis was better than him, you could tell. Louis had better body and better face, because let’s be honest, Louis was beautiful, and not to mention, nothing could be compared to Louis’ ass.