labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Fifteen: Eden

"STYLES! LAD, IT'S good to see you again!" From the entrance of the garden appeared a thin man with light brown hair and a black Adidas sweatshirt. His accent was way thicker than Harry's and for a moment, Indira couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Good to see you too, Louis." The two men encircled each other tightly, said a few things in each other's ears, then let go. Indira thought the two might have been close a while back.

"And oo's this?" Louis turned to her.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, then introduced herself with a handshake. "Indira, I'm a friend of Harry's."

"Such a lovely name," he smiled. "I'm Louis Tomlinson. I used to be Harry's makeup artist before he went on a hiatus," he mocked in a playful voice.

Harry rolled his eyes, but still managed a small smile on his face.

"Well everyone's been excited to see you again. Come on," he encouraged. With her eyes, Indira asked if it was okay to tag along and Harry nodded.

Indira remained close by Harry's side in case she accidentally got pulled away. She was completely amazed at the view of the garden, seeing beds among beds of different types of flowers and herbs. Large design-carved tree structures stood in the midst between each section with wooden benches and thresholds scattered among the area. The garden was absolutely ethereal for the Spring weather. Thankfully the sun was shining brightly, so bright that it lightened the color of Harry's eyes. He noticed her staring, but didn't say anything.

Louis showed Harry and Indira around the entire garden until they came to a more secluded part. Behind the hedges that bordered the garden into it's bubble was the entire set. Tall professional lights stood in a near circle around the structures of marble they wanted the photos to take place. People were running around trying to fix up the area while others ran with racks of clothes for Harry to wear. It looked like madness to Indira, but it was strangely calmer than she expected. She could already tell it was going to be a beautiful shoot.

For ten minutes, Louis introduced Harry to the new folks that were going to be in charge of the shoot and some of the wardrobe stylists that would be dressing Harry. She stood a step behind him as he greeted everyone with a firm handshake and a smile, thanking them for giving him the time to be worked with. Indira couldn't help but admire him as he went about being so complaisant with those that he met. It was clear he had a set standard of manners.

"How you doing over there, googley eyes?" Louis moved next to her, allowing Harry to make small talk with the new photographer.

"W-What? I'm not—I was just—"

"Ease up, love," he calmed. "I was just kidding." He put a hand over her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

"There's nothing going on between us," she had the urge to defend herself even though Louis had not asked. He winked at her, then let go of her shoulder once Harry began walking towards them.

"Come on Styles, I should have been getting you ready by now," Louis complained as he led them to his station. When Louis turned away from them, Harry made a face at him and Indira giggled, covering her mouth with her palm.

The hair and makeup area was crowded with only a handful of people. Cans of hairspray and tubes of gel lay across the vanity table as well as a multitude of different makeup application products. Indira's eyes widened in amazement and she began scanning the table for products she was familiar with.

"Now sit," Louis said gesturing to the tall black chair.

Before Harry sat down, he pulled up another chair for Indira to sit. She took a seat and continued to ogle at her surroundings. Harry on the other hand removed his jacket and then proceeded to strip of his black Gucci sweater, which accidentally lifted his t-shirt underneath. Indira couldn't pull herself away from the sight, which produced even more tattoos on his skin. He pulled it down before it was completely off, and she looked away before he could catch her.