Pretty Alpha X Larry

Three

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It's almost midnight, and Harry and Louis are still up. As Louis lies in between Harry' legs, watching the TV, Harry runs his hands through his omega's hair. He can't help but smile at how nice his hand looks there, with his nails painted lilac. 

He can't see it that well, since the only source of light was from the Tv. But it was enough to make his dimples show. 

A month passes and Harry never thought he would end up in this situation. At Superdrug, waiting in line so he could buy two things. 

One lip gloss. One mascara. 

He didn't think it would all come down to this, secretly buying make up he just randomly wanted. Was it really random? He didn't know. 

His foot is tapping on the ground, he quickly looks around to see if he's received any weird looks and oh my- he thinks he sweating. There is no doubt that the alpha is nervous, as he clenches the two objects tightly in his hand. He hopes nobody can smell his anxiousness. 

The line slowly decreases and he's getting closer, but then he thinks of Louis. Louis. His omega, his mate, what will he think of this? He's already seen his nail polish once, and Harry made up an excuse on the spot, saying how Eleanor wanted to practise on him. Well, he wasn't completely wrong. 

In that moment, Louis smiled, saying how he looked so 'beautiful'. Harry just blushed before rushing to the bathroom, promising Louis that he would take it off right away. 

"Next!" 

Harry exhales, before walking to the till. A couple minutes later he comes out of the shop confused as ever. 

Because he bought it. He bought makeup. 

'This was stupid, maybe I should take them back' he thinks, but his feet start to move on their own away from the store. He goes to the only place he can think of; Eleanor's house. 

"Watcha need this time?" A familiar cheeky tone asks when the door opens. There stands Eleanor (of course) in her comfortable clothes with a towel rapped around her head. 

"I- I, erm, d-dont know." Harry chokes out, and before she can question he holds out his hand, which has the lipstick and mascara sitting in it. 

"Oh." 

"Yeah." 

There's a small silence.

"Well then," She opens her door wider, her friendly smile plastered back on her face, "you better come inside." 

While Eleanor makes him a tea, Harry sits on her carpet. He remembers when he first properly ran his hands through the soft, pink fluff. 

Maybe, if Louis doesn't leave him for a manlier alpha, he could get one. 

"So what do you need help with?" Eleanor plops herself down next to Harry. Yes, she has a couch, but the carpet's way better (just ask Harry). 

The alpha gulps, "Everything." 

The girl nods, picking up the mascara first, "Good choice on mascara. I used to have one like this." Harry isn't going to admit he chose it by doing eeny meeny miny mo. 

When Eleanor finishes putting the mascara on -with Harry being amazingly still- Harry tries to grab for the mirror. 

"Ah ah ah!" She slaps his hands away, "We still need the lipgloss." 

When she opens the lipgloss, there's a little 'pop' which makes Harry jump. He recognises the sound from one of the ASMR videos he onced watched, where a girl just applied lipgloss on herself for about an hour. 

"Okay anddd we're done!" She cheers, finally letting Harry see his reflection, "What dy'a think?" 

And, god, he can't believe what he's seeing. 

The mascara makes his eyes look soft, and delicate. The green stands out and he giggles when he flutters his eyelashes. The lip gloss is shiny, and feels a little sticky on his lips. It's only a light pink, nothing too extreme, but it makes his already plump lips look more kissable. 

He loves it.

"I love it."