"hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again" This fic isn't mine! It was written by phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on AO3!

AU in which Louis wears makeup and Harry helps him embrace it. - "Why are you crying?" Harry asks the boy sitting on the bench, head in his hands. "Nobody likes my make up." The boy cries and looks up, mascara running. "I think you look very pretty with your makeup on." Harry smiles assuringly. "You really mean that?" The boy sniffles. "Are your lips a deep red?" "Yes." The boy says, not knowing where Harry was going with this. "Then yes, I do mean it." Harry says, a confident smile on his face.