Enchanted // h.s [On Hold]

Chapter Six: Performing Again.

Hi, guys, I'm terribly sorry that this is so late! You lot don't want to hear my pathetic, empty excuses, so let's be moving on swiftly eh?

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PICTURE: Kian Jackson

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-Felicity .x

Chapter Six: Performing Again.

HARRY:

“Armani or Lauren?”

“You're being stupid,” Louis called from outside the bathroom, his tone insistent. I dragged a hand through my mop of curls. “Would you come out into the bedroom, mate? I'm not appreicating talking to a door.”

I sighed and grabbed both colognes and three aftershaves, marching from the bathroom that was adjacent to Louis' bedroom.

He was sprawled across the bed with his phone on his chest, already dressed in skinnies and a decent shirt.

“Is that all you're wearing?”

He glanced down at his casual attire and shrugged, “Well, yeah, I reckon so.”

“No suit or anything?” I fretted. Much to my annoyance, he burst into fits of laughter. I chucked the aftershave at him, but it fell harmlessly onto the duvet.

“It's a concert, Harry. Not a ball. You show up ina tux, all neatly trimmed, you're asking for trouble.”

“Shit, you're right.” I collapsed on the king sized bed next to Louis and sighed. “Well, are you gonna help me or not?”

“Dude, how many concerts have you been to in your life? Just wear what you normally would. Understated, mind you. You're still recognisable.” Louis sat up and made his way to his closet, opening the doors and standing back to admire his collection. When in One Direction, he never had the chance to own or carry many clothes because we travelled so much. In two years, his assemblage of clothing had grown excessively.

“Trackies and a hoodie? Is that too casual?”

“I said understated, not scruffy. For God's sake, you were nominated for Fashion Icon many a time.” Louis grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a white v-neck shirt from his wardrobe and tossed them on the floor beside my feet. “You've got your own blazer. Chuck on one of them bandanas as well but none of this woven hat business. Never told you this, but you look like a corn farmer. Change.”

“Oh you-” But I was being bundled out the door into the corridor. There I changed and snuck a look in the long mirror perched on the wall. My hair was sitting calmly, there were no ugly spots on my face that needed concealing and my bum looked damn good in Louis' jeans.

When allowed back into the room. I spritzed some Armani on and gave the other lads a call to make sure they were ready to go. Niall hadn't wanted to come because he owed Deo a dinner and Liam had a date so I'd sold one ticket, given the other to Louis' friend Stan and returned the other to Megan last night.

We arrived at the venue half an hour before the show started. Whilst Zayn, Louis and Stan found their seats in one of the rows close to the back, I took it upon myself to go buy a tub of candyfloss whilst I had the chance.

The vendor sold me a tub without a word but Wembley Arena was gigantic and even though I'd performed here more times than I could count, we had always been told to keep to the backstage section, and so I found myself lost with no idea how to get back to the lads.