"I can't believe the boy I took to prom has an Ariana Grande poster in his room."

Harry pouts at that, kicking off the slip-on Vans he had worn with his dress as Louis looks up at the poster. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, shaking his head and turning to look at Harry. "She's not even that good, you know."

Harry gasps, his pout deepening as Louis fights back a teasing smile. "Shut up!" He huffs, scrunching his nose in distaste. "She is so good. Have you heard Sweetener? 'S her best album."

Louis furrows his eyebrows as Harry approaches him, turning around so his back is facing him. Louis lives with enough girls to know what that means, and he reaches up to unzip Harry's dress. "I thought Sweetener was a song."

"It's the song the album was named after," Harry sighs exasperatedly. He walks over to his wardrobe before pulling out some joggers. "I'm gonna go change in the washroom, I'll be right back."

Except there's this look in Harry's eyes as he glances up and raises an eyebrow at Louis, not seeming to be in any hurry to get to the washroom. Louis swallows thickly before squeaking out, "You can change here."

Harry seems genuinely surprised at Louis' words. "I-I mean, I have a change of clothes in my car, you change here, I'll go get them," He rambles. Harry bursts into a fit of laughter, and Louis feels his cheeks turn hot.

"Sure, go on then," Harry giggles, and Louis walks out and closes the door behind him, smacking himself in the face. What the fuck did he just do? Harry was about to get naked in front of him and he ruined it.

Louis huffs to himself before walking out to his car, grabbing the clothes he threw into the backseat in case they decided to hang out with some friends after prom. He carries them back in, knocking on the door to Harry's bedroom and hearing a "come in!"

Louis walks in to see Harry facing his wardrobe, hanging his dress on a hanger. He's wearing a long-ish t-shirt, and some light pink panties, and nothing else. Louis almost chokes. His trousers suddenly start to feel tighter, and he curses himself as he quickly moves the clothes he's holding in front of his crotch.

"Sorry," Harry apologises quickly. "I-I wasn't thinking."

"No, no," Louis clears his throat, and Harry bites his bottom lip. "It's okay, I promise."

Louis closes the door behind him, setting his clothes down on the bed before untying his tie. "Your makeup's still on," Louis points out after a few seconds, and Harry blinks up at him.

"Oh. Yeah," Harry replies softly. "I don't look very good without it."

"And who fucking told you that?" Louis scoffs, tossing his tie on Harry's bed before taking off his blazer. "Nick Grimshit?"

Harry is silent. "Yeah, fuck whatever he says. You can take it off, it's okay," Louis assures. Harry bites his bottom lip before nodding, slowly reaching up and taking his fake lashes off. Louis' eyes widen. "Holy shit!"

"They're fake," Harry giggles, suddenly looking relaxed as he sets the fake eyelashes down on top of his vanity. He pulls a wipe out of a package and slowly rubs his face with it, looking in the mirror as he does it. He wrinkles his nose at a few zits as he wipes the makeup off of them, and Louis watches quietly.

He finally turns around, smiling at Louis weakly. "Happy?" He asks before tossing the wipe in the rubbish bin. Louis slowly unbuttons his shirt, looking at Harry for a few seconds.

"You're genuinely really pretty," Louis says after a few seconds, taking off his shirt. He's topless in Harry Styles' room and calling him pretty. "Like, I know all of your friends are always like 'Oh my God, Harry, you are so pretty!'" Harry can't help but giggle at the high pitched voice he uses. "But you're, like, stunning."

Harry looks stunned by Louis' words, like no one has said something like that to him before. He walks up to Louis before standing on his tip toes and pecking his lips. "Thank you," He says softly. He has tiny freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose, Louis supposes the makeup has been covering them. The only time he's seen Harry without makeup is when he was crying, and he wasn't really focusing on how his face looked at that time.

Louis just reaches up and runs his knuckles across Harry's cheek, making the shorter boy grin and wrap his arms around Louis' neck. "I've never felt like this about a boy before," Louis admits quietly. He doesn't know where this sudden confidence came from. "Or, like, boys in general."

Harry smiles fondly. "And what do you think?" He asks sweetly.

"I think I quite like it," Louis says thoughtfully, still very aware of the fact that he is shirtless and Harry is not wearing any sort of trousers. Harry just smiles and leans up to kiss him again, this one deeper than before. Louis puts his hands on Harry's waist, feeling the smaller boy's torso press into his. He's not sure if he'll be leaving tonight.