Girls? [xxxxxxx]

S E V E N

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SEVEN

Harry styles his hair with the help of his reflection in the mirror. Unfortunately, he also has the reflection of Niall's cute butt glaring at him. The blond is peeing, but he still manages to twist his waist around to speak to Harry. Harry just hopes he doesn't miss.

"So," he begins to say, his urine thankfully hitting the toilet, "You going on a date, then?"

"Something like that," Harry responds. He crouches down and opens the cupboard that's under the sink, looking for something that he's possibly missed. He's already shaved, even though Niall tells him he doesn't need too. The iron stares at him, but he just shrugs it off. Suddenly, he comes face to face with a bottle of cologne that he didn't know he had. "Since when did we have this?"

"It's Zayns," Niall answers, scrunching up some toilet paper.

Harry hums and sprays it on himself. He checks the bottle, pleased with the lovely smell. "Gucci," he mumbles.

"That's Zayn, all right. Must be some specail lady. You're all dolled up."

He tugs at his shirt, feeling too hot in it. He unbuttons the first few buttons with his shaky left hand. He's nervous. "It's with Louis, actually."

"Teaching him a trick or two, then?" Niall beams with delight.

It's ten to five, so Harry taps his fingers on his thighs with anticipation. He doesn't answer Niall. He opts for sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his head in-between his knees. Breath in, breath out. He may need his inhaler.

"I can see your tits," Niall chastises, pulling Harry up by his collar.

"Have you even washed your--" He gets cut off with something small and sticky being shoved into his mouth. It tasts like watermelon. Niall's attacking his mouth with a bright glittery pink stick, holding his jaw with his free hand. He forces Harry to pout. "What are you nmm..."

He smacks his lips together and, oh, it's lip stick. He shouldn't like it, he supposes, but he does. He decides to let Niall have his fun and plans to wipe it off later, but then the doorbell rings. So, he pushes Niall off and dashes towards the door (only stubbing his toe once), slowing down when he's near the door. He hurriedly wipes his lips on his forearm and opens the door, paying no attention to the rules of stranger-danger.

Louis stands there with his arms folded behind him, in a black buttoned up shirt and light blue jeans (different than his usual black jeans). Harry feels a bit overdressed, so he plays with the forth button on his vibrant red shirt, letting that one loose as well. He notices Louis' eyes on his bare chest and hopes that Niall isn't behind him, because he might say something about his nonexistant tits that show too much nonexistent cleavage.

He traces the movement of Louis' tongue licking over his lips. Louis reaches over with his hand. "You've got glittery lips," he says and then taps them with his forefinger.

Harry touches them straight after, relishing Louis' simple touch and the sticky substance that girls use to appear more attractive (or just too feel prettier)(they definitely don't wear it just for the sake of appearing attractive to men). "Yeah. Um."