Lipstick (L.S)

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"You have to take it off it looks ridiculous!"

Harry sighed, now close to tears. He looked down at his feet and said

"Fine."

He walked out of the room trying not to cry and entered the bathroom turning on the sink.

He felt the warm water fall on his fingers and moist his rings. He brought his wet fingers up to his lips and scrubbed the expensive hot pink lipstick off.

Harry felt hot tears on his face and closed his eyes in shame. How could he have even thought that putting on lipstick was a good idea.

He was a guy, guys don't wear makeup. Louis had said he looked so beautiful and even took a picture of Harry, but now Harry is wondering if Louis just said it because he felt obligated to, seeing as he is Harry's boyfriend.

Suddenly a soft knock reached Harry's ears and he let out a broken "Who is it".

"It's me baby, please let me in"

Harry shakily opened the door and let Louis in the small bathroom. Louis walked in and frowned.

"Harry babe, why aren't you wearing your lipstick? Have you been crying?"

Harry let out a shaky breath and hot tears started flowing down his cheeks. Louis immediately grabbed his crying boy and held him close, feeling tears on his shirt.

"T-they said I l-looked ridiculous L-Louis! They're r-right, I l-looked horrible"

Louis felt anger and sadness. How could they have said that to his boy. Harry looked so beautiful, his eyes shining with happiness when his lips were a pretty pink colour.

"Hazzie bear, you looked so breathtaking with that lipstick, it suited you so well. I'll have a word with those people after the performance. Who said it?"

Harry's bare lips trembled, but he felt a bit better after hearing that he looked pretty.

"It was S-Simon. You can't say anything r-rude, he'll arrange us new b-beards. I don't want anyone new!"

Harry started crying harder at the thought of a new beard. He won't be able to handle a new one. He just won't.

Louis' jaw clenched at the word "beard". He didn't either want another one. Eleanor was a nice girl and supported Harry and him, but Louis didn't feel attracted to her and didn't like kissing and holding her hand.

"Shh, baby. Here's the plan: we'll go to where Simon the Sweaty Pickle is and show him you took the lipstick off. Then we'll hide and I'll put some new lipstick on you and you'll get to wear it at our performance anyway, how's that sound, sweetheart?"

Harry giggled softly at Simon's nickname and nodded his head, curls slightly bouncing.

Louis smiled at Harry's giggle and kissed his head. Harry after all these years never failed to blush when Louis did that.

Louis opened the bathroom door and led the way to Simon's natural habitat, Harry in his arms still.

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"Okay, which colour do you want? The same hot pink or a different one, babe?"

Harry smiled and searched the makeup bag, Louis had borrowed from his sister.

His long fingers grabbed for an expensive red one and handed it to Louis.

Louis smiled at Harry's pick and carefully started applying the substance onto Harry's luscious, kissable lips.

Harry stared at Louis who was frowning in concentration, his little tongue poking out the corner of his mouth.

When Louis was done he licked his lips and stared at the angel in front of him. Harry's angelic features always stood out and made him irresistible, but the lipstick had just brought them out even more.

"How does it look?"

Louis handed the awaiting boy his phone and watched as Harry opened the front camera.

Harry admired Louis work. He was impressed on how well Louid did. He was also pleased with his looks.

"Babe, you look so pretty. We have to go on stage now"

Harry wanted to kiss Louis but didn't want to ruin his lipstick so he just squeezed Louis hand and thanked the boy.

The two boys ran backstage, Harry making sure no one saw his lips by pretending to constantly yawn.

Niall stared at Harry weirdly and asked why he was yawning so loudly.

Harry just blushed and shrugged, still yawning.

Suddenly the starting notes of Drag me Down started so they went on stage and started singing.

Harry looked at the surprised fans and became slightly anxious.

However the moment the doubtful thoughts came the fans started screaming as loud as they could and Harry could hear a fan up front saying how proud she was of him.

Harry felt a tear from his right eye slip at how supportive they all were.

He could see Simon Smelly Bïtch from the corner of his eye furiously calling someone while glaring at Harry, but he really didn't care.

Right now, all that mattered was the fans.

• The End •