growing up | l.s.

16 & eighteen

Louis stood in his room, picking at his styled hair as he checked the time on his phone.

Hey, Lou....

The older boy looked up in surprise and smiled at his best friend entering the room.

His gaze fell from the dimpled face onto the younger one's outfit and he snickered.

Hi Scooby...

You're lucky I didn't want you you dress like Shaggy...or Daphne.

Louis laughed lightly and Harry shook his head pouting...

You look cute, Haz...

Louis smiled, poking the younger one's cheeks.

Pff...

Harry only played with the zip of his costume, a weak blush on his face.

It's true...
and now you're making me feel unsure about my costume...

Louis turned back to the mirror, grimacing at his reflection.

So... you're a vampire...I suppose.

Harry walked behind the older boy, looking over his shoulder.

That bad?

Louis grimaced, looking down at his black pants and fancy, black shirt.

No.
It's not too bad.

Harry assured his best friend, chuckling.

Maybe you just need something more definite...so people can easily tell what you resemble...

Hmm...ok
And what do you have in mind?

What about face paint or make up?
I'm sure you're sisters have something here...

Louis nodded eagerly and ran out of his room, making Harry laugh lightly.
Louis could be so childish sometimes, even though he was older, but it was rather cute, Harry thought to himself.

Not a minute later Louis came back with two stuffed bags of makeup and he dropped them onto his bed smiling widely at Harry, who sat down beside him, rolling his eyes.

Do you see like a really light foundation or paint?

Asked Harry as he skimmed through the different supplies.

...This?

Yes, this could work.

Harry put some of the mixture onto the back of his hand and grabbed a brush to apply it on Louis' face like he had seen his sister doing a lot of times.

Ugh...it smells weird.

Harry chuckled at the now pale boy and picked up an eye shadow palette.