FINGERTIPS ║ Larry Stylinson

40 ║ Halloween

October 31st

Halloween. Louis had always loved this holiday, it was one of his favourite, if not his ultimate favourite. If he had to choose between Halloween and Christmas, Halloween would win way too easily. He would rather slid himself in some costume and become someone else for a night rather than opening presents. Obviously, he couldn't deny he liked getting presents and buying some to the people he loved. In all honesty, running from store to store or going through internet websites to try and find the perfect jacket for Phoebe or the perfect pair of heels for Félicité was so much more fun than unwrapping boxes for himself. That was the side of Christmas he enjoyed the most, making others happy. He couldn't help himself but smile when his little sisters would hug him tightly, or when his mother would open wide eyes on the Pandora necklace he knew she had wanted for months. It was magical. Felt magical. But Christmas was lot of stress, and that was why he preferred Halloween. This was only full of fun, not an ounce of stress.
Right, maybe this one was a bit stressful compared to the previous ones. Firstly because there was Harry, and there was always a little bit of stress with the boy he liked around him. Secondly, because Zayn was coming, and maybe Louis hadn't managed to tell him Liam would come with Sophia. And finally, because he had a lot to think about, from the way he looked to the way the cottage looked and smelled. He had spent the last week between Ecclesall Woods and his house, trying to spend time with Harry or support Zayn as much as could, as well as getting the cabin ready for the party. He had spent his nights there with Lottie and Félicité, all three had spent hours decorating the wooden house. Louis had the terrible idea to decorate each bedroom with a different iconic horror movie theme. It had sounded incredibly exciting in Louis' mind some days ago, but as soon as they had started working on it, it had seemed to be the worst idea to the two girls. Because, let's get that straight, that was a whole lot of hard work. The first room, Louis', was Nightmare on Elm Street, Lottie's room had been decorated from IT. He had also chosen The Exorcist, Scream, The Ring and Psycho. Downstairs, for the living room and the kitchen, they had simply hanged some fake spider webs and had put creepy broken dolls here and there, let's not forget the pumpkins they had craved themselves, and in which one Lottie had broken a nail of two. But Louis believed it was all worth it. He was exhausted, he didn't even know how he had managed to do all of this without passing out, with how painful and out of strength his body was. But he was so excited for his guests to see this. He had rested the last day, to make sure he would still be able to enjoy his night. Lottie and Félicité had already left to their own parties. Phoebe and Daisy were dressed as evil twin sisters, and well that was perfectly terrifying how they would just stand there motionless staring at Louis in the middle of the hallway, somewhat recreating the iconic scene from The Shining.

He heard his mother yell at the girls for scaring her from the hallway. He smiled at himself in the mirror when he heard two knocks on the door. The door opened on his mother, she simply slid her head and asked if she could come in. Once she did, she walked closer to him and smiled at him. He hadn't dressed as a scary character, although his sister had offered to turn him into Twisty The Clown from American Horror Story. No, he had liked to dress as character he liked, this time, he went pretty simple: Danny Zuko. Mostly because it was easy to do and he had been so caught up into decorating the cottage he had pretty much forgotten to find a real costume. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of black jeans – held tightly against his hips with a black belt –, white socks and a random pair of black converse. He put on the fake leather jacket with T Birds written on the back, he had found on Amazon and turned toward Johannah.

"You look good, honey!"
"Thanks, mum." he said, a soft smile stretching his lips.

She slid her hand on the iconic Danny quiff Lottie had made of his hair and smiled at him.