Glam Slam | Larry Stylinson

Chapter Five

"I have nothing cute to wear," I exclaim from my small walk-in closet.

"Really? Because you've tried on like ten different outfits, and they all looked fine to me," Zayn says laying on my bed.

"Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to dress," I whine as I flop onto the bed in defeat, "Harry wouldn't tell me anything about tonight. He just said be ready by 7, so I have no clue where we are going or what he has planned."

"Louis, everything is going to be fine. Harry is going to like whatever you wear. I can tell that he really likes you. Tonight is going to be amazing," Zayn replies. I hope Zayn is right. Tonight has to be perfect because I really want what Harry and I have to last.

"Wait, did Harry tell you anything he has planned for tonight?" I ask Zayn as he averts his eyes and hides his face behind his phone screen.

"Nope, I have no clue. He didn't tell me anything," Zayn answers, still not looking up from his phone. We have been roommates since our first year of uni, so I know when he is lying.

"Liar!" I yell as I snatch the phone from his hand. "At least give me a hint so I'm not over or underdressed," I beg with pleading eyes.

"Fine. Dress nicely, but nothing too fancy," he explains as he holds out his hand for his phone.

I quickly toss it back to him and run into my closet because I think I have the perfect outfit for tonight. Once I am dressed, I step out to reveal my ensemble for Harry and I's date. I am wearing my favorite black skinny jeans rolled to show off my ankles, a pair of gray velvet dress shoes, and a black graphic t-shirt with a black blazer thrown over.

"What do you think?" I ask Zayn.

"You look great! Harry's going to love it," he replies. The moment is cut short when I hear a text tone. Oh no, I hope it's not Harry. I'm not ready yet, I still have to style my hair. A sense of relief washes over me when I see it's only Liam.

Liam: Good luck on the date tonight! He seems like a special lad :)

I text a quick thank you back and run into the bathroom down the hall to fix my hair so I look at least presentable for Harry tonight. I wonder what he's wearing tonight. Something spectacular I assume. His sense of style was one of the things that caught my eye when he first came into Glam Slam.

My thoughts are cut off by a knock at the door. I look toward the clock and realize it's 7 o'clock on the dot. He's punctual. That's good to know. I rush to the door, but Zayn beats me, so I scurry off into my room before Harry can see me.

"Oh. Hi Zayn! Is Louis ready yet?" Harry asks as Zayn opens the door. I forgot just how sexy his voice is. I could listen to him speak for hours.

"Just about," Zayn answers, "Why don't you join me in the living room while you wait." Harry simply nods and enters the apartment. I take this opportunity to look myself over one last time just to make sure everything is in place.

Once I am satisfied, I swiftly make my way towards the door. I pause for a moment to take a deep breath before I begin a night that might change my life forever. This could be the beginning of something special. Something that I have never experienced before.

Stepping out of my room, I catch a glimpse of Harry as he talks to Zayn on the couch. He looks simply irresistible. Just how I pictured. He is wearing black skinny jeans, a pair of black Chelsea boots, a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone to show off his toned chest and tattoos with a black blazer on top.

"Wow, Louis. You look absolutely stunning," he says when he finally sees me and our eyes meet, feeling just like the first time.

"You don't look half bad yourself," I sass back, which causes him and Zayn to laugh.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks. I reply with a simple nod as he escorts me to the door. We wave goodbye to Zayn, who sneaks an encouraging thumbs up to me before we are out the door.