Tainted Love || l.s. ✓

Chapter 30

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It was Saturday morning, and Zayn had been gone since the night before. Harry was lounging on his bed when an advert came up on his phone. It was an ad for a pretty dress, and Harry's mind immediately ventured to the unopened package that was pushed to the back of his wardrobe.

He stood up unsurely, opening the cupboard doors and grabbing the cardboard box. He held it lightly, his fingertips burning as he took it to the living room. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the table he sliced the box open, his cheeks flushing at the sight of the contents within.

He gently lifted out the lace and the silk, admiring it and allowing his fingers to dance over the material.

He stood up, taking off his own clothes and slowly slipping on the silk dress. It skimmed over his body, hugging his waist and flowing out over his hips. He tiptoed to the mirror by the front door, not quite sure who he was staying quiet for.

A small smile made its way onto his face as he smoothed his hands over his body. He felt pretty. Harry returned to the box, taking out the makeup items he had added to the order.

Sitting again before the mirror, he began to dust the blush onto his cheeks. He took the mascara, not quite sure how to do it without poking his eyes out but eventually getting the hang of it as he fluttered his eyelashes. The last step was lipstick. It had a slight wine tint in colour, and Harry adored the natural tint it gave his lips- it made them appear rounded, fuller, glossier.

Just as Harry leaned forwards to dab at his lips in the mirror, the lock sounded and the front door swung open.

Louis entered, shutting the door behind him before turning to look at Harry. Harry froze, a mortified look on his face. This couldn't be happening. He had waited for time alone. He had waited for a chance in which nobody would interrupt.

Louis looked him up and down for a couple of seconds before greeting him. "hello."

Harry just stared.

"No hello back? Bit rude." Louis raised his eyebrows.

"What the fuck?" Harry finally sputtered.

"Left something here. Zayn said to let myself in with the spare key."

"I- don't, I-" Harry's cheeks were growing ever more flushed, and his chest was tight.

"Cat got your tongue?" Louis clicked this own tongue. Harry's mouth opened and shut like a goldfish, his cheeks burning. "You look...nice."

"Louis, please..." Harry murmured, clasping his hands in front of him and ringing them out. "Please don't take the piss. I know that's what we do. I know that's our...our dynamic or whatever, and I know you think I'm a freak but please just... please don't take the piss." Harry turned away, hiding his face. He spoke so softly, he sounded so vulnerable, that Louis began to feel a little guilty.

"I'm not taking the piss. It suits you." Louis said honestly, taking in Harry's appearance. It really did suit him. Harry looked beautiful. "Might wanna size up though, as lovely as you look, if you bend over even slightly your arse will be out."

As lovely as you look. As lovely as you look. Lovely.

Louis wandered past, pausing as he spotted the lilac lace underwear which had fallen from the box and onto the sofa.

Harry immediately realised what Louis was looking at, and to be frank he wanted to curl up and die. "Oh god." He murmured, covering his face with his hands.

Louis hooked a finger under the waist band, lifting them up and turning to Harry with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Harry rasped out, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Nothing," Louis shrugged nonchalantly, "do you often wear lacy undies?"

"No I don't. Do you often enquire about people's underwear?" Harry fired back, though his insides were in knots.

"I mean, it's hard to not to when it's sitting on the sofa." Louis's eyes were raking over Harry again, and Harry wrapped his arms around his waist. "What else is in this box? More fancy underwear?"

"Jesus Christ, you're obsessed with my underwear." Harry groaned.

Louis shrugged. "And? I'm intrigued."

"Well stop it. Get your shit and leave." Harry pointed to the door.

"Quick question." Louis held a finger up in the air. "How the fuck are you meant to fit your cock in these?"

Harry's hands returned to his face. "Leave me alone. What the fuck are you even still doing here?"

"Niall's out. I was bored. Figured I'd come get the stuff I left, but this is much more interesting."

Harry walked past Louis, grabbing the blanket from the sofa and pulling it around himself. He was beginning to feel far too exposed. He fiddled with his bracelets, rolling his eyes at Louis.

"Can you stop?" He asked more quietly. "I'm not even gonna keep any of this."

"Why not?" Louis tilted his head, tossing the underwear in Harry's direction.

"Can't wear it, can I?" He shrugged, his lips downturned.

"Sure you can. Girls wear that stuff so why can't you?"

"Because I'll be a fucking laughing stock, Jesus."

All suggestions of teasing were wiped off Louis's face, his voice suddenly a little more gentle. "If you like it, wear it. If people give you shit for it then fuck them."

"I can't fucking walk about in a dress." Harry muttered, "I can't even paint my nails or wear makeup."

"Of course you can. And if you don't feel comfortable going out and about just wear it around the house. And as for the nails and the makeup, just do it. There's no point pushing your happiness away to please others. You should be who you want to be."

And Harry could've cried at that. He didn't, but he could've.

He hadn't really told people about his desire for painted nails and makeup and feminine clothing. It had always been drilled into him by this peers that it was weird. That it was disgusting. He knew it wasn't, but it didn't make it any easier for him.

Of course he wore necklaces and rings and bracelets. He wore unisex clothes. But he had never been brave enough to go full out.

"And plus, nobody's gonna see the underwear."

"What if I'm wearing it and they want to fuck me?" Harry asked. This was a weird conversation. This was a very weird conversation. And they were being civil.

"I mean, if I'm being honest, if I were going to fuck a bloke and they had them little lacy underwear on I would probably c-"

"Nope. Don't need to hear that." Harry covered his ears and Louis snorted.

"Jesus, for someone who has so much sex you're acting very...innocent."

"I'm not innocent." Harry replied.

Louis smirked. "Oh, I know. As pretty as them knickers are, they're far from innocent darling. They're practically see through. Bet you're the type who likes to be tied up."

"Louis, leave." Harry pointed to the door, the redness returning to his cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes." Louis said before heading to Zayn's room. He emerged a couple of minutes later with a bag.

"Can you please fuck off now?" Harry sighed, exasperated. "I feel very uncomfortable with you talking to me right now."

"Alright, alright." Louis held his hands up, "just remember yeah, wear what you want. Be who you want. And for the record, I think painted nails would be sick."

And with that Louis left, leaving Harry feeling very bewildered.