Bottom Harry Smut

Habits pt 2

3.Belt it out

Pumpkin we're gonna be late!"

Louis calls out to harry, fussing about the room to find his bag and car keys. He knows he left them on the bedside table but it's not there. Ugh, things always seem to disappear when you need them most.

"I know boo-o bear, hold on, I'm almost- ugh- finished"

Harry has been in the bathroom for half an hour, when he should be getting ready for his fashion show.

Harry finally comes out three minutes later, dressed in comfy clothes, wobbling past louis, gathering his stuff and walking downstairs, louis right behind him.

"What were you doing in there baby?"

Harry finds louis keys and gives them to him, who kisses his cheek in thanks. Louis could've sworn they were upstairs, Harry must be magic or something.

"I was... Shaving my legs Lou, Half my wardrobe for the show are skirts and shorts".

That's weird because he was sure Harry had done that last night, and- shit they're gonna be late, they've got to get going. Louis lets the odd excuse pass and walks to the car, getting it started while Harry locks up.

They get there only five minuets late, not a big deal. Or maybe it is since Harry's being whisked away from louis to fittings before he could kiss him goodbye.

Louis walks to the front where the guests are being seated, he scans the crowd, looking for Niall and zayn, who agreed to save a seat for him. Only a moment of hesitation before he finds them and walks over.

"Hey louis, your late" Niall says, zayn waves in greeting as louis sits between his friends.

"I know, it was Harry's fault, took too long in the bathroom".

"Well at least you got dressed properly, I mean dang Lou, looking like a proper daddy."

Zayn reaches over and smacks Niall upside the head, ha serves him right, the little bugger, yet louis loves him anyway.

"Okay, we need to keep you off tumblr for a while"

although, he'll admit it, he looks good, hair swept up and pushed back, navy suit which he teamed with a crisp white shirt, black belt and brown brogue shoes. Yeah, he was hot.

The lights dim a little as music starts to play throughout the room. Beautiful models starts to tromp down the catwalk, focus and determination in their eyes. Women and Men in all kinds of outfits; skirts, shorts, jean vests, sweaters, scarves, pants, button ups, the works.

And then. And then Harry comes out, Harry, louis' little baby deer, who trips up the stairs, and stumbles over his long gangly legs on a daily basis, but somehow manages to be as graceful as a ballerina.

On stage, he's focused, permanent smirk etched on his face, he's calm and collected. He's wearing really tight skinny jeans, a plaid button up with the first three buttons undone, brown boots and all his curls pushed back.

Louis wants to fuck him.

He looks gorgeous, walking to the other side, catching louis eye and giving him a wink.

"We should go out tonight" Niall says.

"celebrate Harry's performance?", Niall eleborates, when Louis gives him a confused look.

"Yeah, sounds good, I know a nice bar not to far from here, pento somethn, heard it's nice."

Niall leans back to tell zayn the plan because louis too focused on Harry at the moment.