"How abou-"

"Mum." Louis says through clenched teeth, "I am not wearing that." He demands,  pointing to the fabric in his mother's hand.

She pushes it towards him, desperation clear on her face, "Louis, ple-"

"I'm not wearing footie pyjamas on my date!" Louis nearly screams with his arms flying out by his sides.

With her son's denial, the mother pouts and holds the new pink onesie closer to her chest, "But I bought these for you and they've got little kittens on them." She says. "And your father and I might have made a bet, if you wear these, I get to decide which island we visit this Winter break."

Louis falls back on his bed with a huff. He doesn't know how long he's spent choosing what to wear, he was currently only half-dressed in his over-sized t-shirt and panties. "Muummm," he groans. "This is my first date with Harry and I don't want to look like a five-year-old."

Jude sits next to him with the footie pyjamas in her lap. "I thought you didn't like Harry." She asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"That doesn't mean I can't dress nice." Louis states matter of factly. His mother narrows her eyes, staring him down when he sits up with a slouched back. He bites his lip and sighs. "He's very pretty, mum," Louis admits, holding out his hands. "And we may have kissed."

His mother jumps up and nearly smacks Louis in the face with her wild arms, "You kissed?!" She squeals, "Oh my goodness! I was a teen before, Lou. I know what happens on dates. That means anything can happen tonig-" his mother's little freak out fest was cut short by the familiar chime of the doorbell echoing through the house.

"Mum," Louis said slowly, inching towards his mother, "Do not answer the door-"

And it's just like that. In the blink of an eye, he's standing alone in the middle of his room like a statue with the faint smell of his mother's perfume. It's like he's frozen, listening to his mother's loud footsteps going down the stairs and the creak of the front door swinging open.

Harry almost jumps when the large white wooden door is flung open and a red-faced woman grins at him. He quickly regains his composure and shines his charming smile, "Good evening, I'm H-"

"Harry," the short brunette finishes for him. "I'm Jude, Louis' mum." She holds out her hand. They shake hands before she speaks again. "Oh goodness, where are my manners. Come in, Harry."

Upstairs, Louis is frantically running around his room. His bedsheets are on the ground as well as most of his belongings. Endless bottles of lotion and various makeup products are decorating the carpet, as well as poking Louis in the foot every once in a while. "Where the hell are you?" He asks to absolutely no one. He needed to clean his room sooner or later but now wasn't the time.

The blue-eyed boy drops to his knees and bends down under his bed. Then, making a noise of accomplishment, he reaches out and pulls out his missing loafer. He quickly slips on his shoe and dusts it off, then he walks to his mirror completely ignoring the crunch of bottles and tubes under his feet.

LOUIS' OUTFIT: MIU MIU 

A baby pink high-waisted skirt falls to Louis' mid-thighs as his creamy muscular shins are covered in white knee-high socks that have little ruffles at the top. His torso clad in a tight white t-shirt with a soft frilled collar. Louis' hair is in a fluffy mess—or what Zayn calls it, a 'fless' - while a light coat of mascara frames his bright blues and a peachy pink gloss shines perfectly on his lips.

Harry is in the middle of handing Louis' mother the bouquet of flowers when he hears soft footsteps trailing down the stairs. He looks to the side and the sight he's met with is one he definitely wasn't expecting.

Tommo the tease is showing off his thick thighs and small frame in possibly the cutest outfit Harry has ever seen. His tan skin contrasting with the snow-white of his shirt and his lips are pulled in a large grin. Louis' eyes glance at the bundle of pink gerberas in Harry's hand and the latter is almost positive he saw the faint colour of red fan over Louis' cheeks.

"Wow." Harry breathes out, "You look really good."

Louis' blush deepens, "Thanks, Harry. You don't look too bad yourself."

The blue-eyed boy wasn't lying either. The football captain is dressed in skin-tight black skinny jeans that outline his long legs while a black sheer shirt - that was halfway buttoned - showed off his well-toned abs and black ink.

"So," Both boys jump at the sound of Louis' mother's voice as their little mutual checkout session ended abruptly. "I see you didn't choose the onesie."

"And Harry and I are off!" Louis jumps down the last step, swiping his coat off the hooks and takes Harry's hand after shoving the bouquet in his mother's grip. He kisses her cheek and whispers, "Put the onesie in my dresser, I still want to keep it."