The Perfect Match.

Chapter 71

"You guys ready for your date?" Emma is asking her dad with a wide grin as she's skipping in the kitchen where he, his mum, and Anne are.

"I am," Louis smiles and takes her hands, "it's been a while since daddy has been on a date, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has," she grins, "you look great, daddy... and I'm sure your date will say the same."

"I'm sure he will," Louis snickers some and hugs her, kissing her head before turning back to Anne who is holding Olivia, "so, did you girls get everything sorted for the party?"

"We did," Anne replies and smiles at Jay, "you already know some of the details, so you better tell your husband."

"I will, don't worry," Louis nods.

"Your sisters are going to leave tomorrow," Jay speaks up smiling, "they're incredibly excited about it."

"Probably not as excited as we are," Louis chuckles some and looks at the time on his phone. "Where is he?"

"Aunt Gemma's almost done," Emma says with a sly grin.

"She's helping him get ready?" Louis asks smirking. "Lovely."

Lottie comes downstairs with a wide grin on her face, "he looks stunning."

"What did Gem do exactly?" Louis asks.

Lottie shrugs and smiles innocently before she's looking up the stairs, Harry coming down with Gemma in front of him.

Louis walks to the living room doorway, looking at Harry from head to toe.

He's wearing his black skinny jeans and Saint Laurent boots of course... but he has on a black button up silk shirt, the sleeves rolled up some and the top few buttons undone; he's wearing his long cross necklace and a locket Louis had given him on his birthday that contains a photo of them as well as their girls. And his nails are a deep shade of red, his lips a dark pink.

Louis' jaw almost drops while Harry's slowly walking over to him, his fingers running through his short hair and his dimples showing.

"Do I look ok, doctor?" Harry asks, his tone deep.

"You look... beautiful," Louis manages to say in a whisper. He steps closer and studies Harry's eyes, seeing black eye liner and even a bit of shimmery bronzer on his eyelids. Louis' grin widens, "I... I like this. A lot."

"Was hoping you would," Gemma chimes in, Harry turning and smirking at her. She only winks at him and takes a seat on the sofa.

"Gemma did an amazing job," Louis says, his eyes still wandering over every inch of Harry.

"Well, you know I can do the make up by myself," Harry jokes, "but, uh, my sis was trying to help cheer me up and show me that I'm still me. And..."

Harry looks himself over, his painted nails adjusting the button up just right.

"... I'd have to say, I feel like myself," he finishes, his dimples deepening as he's staring at Louis. "The eyeliner was just something I wanted to try... figured it would go well with the shirt."

"It does," Louis says almost too anxiously while Gemma is putting her hand over her mouth to quiet her snickering.

Harry grins even more at Louis, "glad I have your approval, doc. We should go."

"Yeah," Louis nods, still speechless.

Harry just smiles and hugs Emma tightly, "love you, beautiful."

"Love you, Pappa," she says, "you and daddy have fun on your date. You look fabulous, by the way."

Harry chuckles and kisses her cheek, "thank you."