Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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"Wear it." Louis pushes the feminine shirt into Harry's chest. Harry was getting ready to go see Gemma, for a simple catch up, and he's picking out an outfit: something that showed he was alright, but nothing that gave off the idea that he moved on. He wanted an average look.

That, however, has not stopped Louis from constantly asking Harry to wear the cute shirt Louis made him buy in the mall. The shirt hasn't been off the hanger once, and Louis noticed. The doll's fed up.

"Louis, that shirt isn't appropriate." Harry shakes his head, and Louis stomps his foot. "Don't act like that. You know better."

"You look amazing in it!"

"That's for a fun night out. Like a party." Louis looks at the shirt again. Harry rubs his shoulders. "I'm meeting my sister today, remember? This won't be fun."

"I wear what you pick." He motions to his awfully plain shirt and black jeans. "I want you to wear what I picked for you."

Harry sighs. He won't be leaving here anytime soon if he doesn't make Louis happy. "Okay, I'll tell you what."

"What?" Louis pouts.

"When there's a night of partying and being around a lot of people, I'll wear it then. Does that sound good?"

"You promise?"

"Absolutely," Harry sees Louis' eyes start to brighten but he still seemed down, "and I also have black jeans and a shirt. How about we match today? Isn't that what friends do?"

Louis gasps. "Yes! That's so on trend!"

The doll tosses the shirt onto Harry's bed, and claps. Harry relaxes, finally able to move on with the day. He decides that Louis would come with him, simply because the doll complained about how little food there is in the house now and Harry hasn't cooked for him because of work. Hopefully he can take Gemma out to a meal, and treat Louis while he's at it.

They finish getting ready, and Harry helps Louis into the car. He shows the doll how the seatbelt works, and how to adjust the seat before he gets in. Louis touches the dash as Harry starts the car, and instantly the radio turns on.

"Sorry," Harry mumbles and turns the volume down, "I must've forgot to turn it off."

Louis doesn't seem to mind, though. He leans into the speaker, and looks at Harry with wide eyes. Harry just chuckles, and places a hand on his chest, nudging him to sit back all the way.

"What music do you like?" Harry asks him, and Louis shrugs.

"What's popular?" Louis mumbles as he continues to fidget in the car. He's opening compartments, rolling down windows, touching mirrors, and just being a real child.

"Louis, hands inside the car." Louis listens, and Harry rolls the window up. "This car drives super fast. If I hit something on your side, you'll be really hurt. We don't want any injuries."

"No." Louis agrees, and finally settles in his seat.

When they reach Gemma's home, Harry has to show Louis how to get out of the car. When the doors are locked, he and Louis walk up the front porch and knock on the door.

"Give me a minute!" Gemma screams from inside, and Harry just stuffs his hands in his pockets. Louis looks around before clinging to his arm.

"Harry, look." Louis points to two squirrels chasing each other around. "They're playing."

"Oh," Harry sees one hop on the other before they start fighting, "I don't think they're playing, Louis."

"Even animals fight, huh?" Louis tsks, and shakes his head.