larry one shots

12 - *dress 🪩🧸

This story includes mentions of gender identity, feminine clothing, baby boyfriends, and lots of fucking tears...

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Louis grabs the hanger from the back of his SUV, careful not to let it drag across the pavement. It's heavy, that's for sure, but he only has to drag it to his and Harry's flat and then he will be all good to go.

It's a large bag, about as tall as his entire frame, so it's difficult trying to maneuver it through the lobby. He gets double-glances thrown his way as he makes his way to the flat, but he just smiles at the people he passes in return.

Once he finally makes his way to the lift, he presses the button to go to the fifth floor. He's not alone in the small room, there's a little boy and an older woman standing on the opposite side of him.

Louis notices how the little boy tugs gently on his mother's arm, gaining her attention easily. "What is he holding?" He whispers, but obviously not quiet enough for Louis to miss.

She glances at Louis, then back at her son. "He's holding a dress in that bag." She says simply. "It's in the bag so nothing gets it dirty."

Louis smiles at the interaction. The lift starts to move under his feet, and Louis watches as the little boy pretends to surf. He's taken by surprise when the woman tries to get his attention.

"Who's it for? You've got a girlfriend?" She asks with a smile spread wide on her face.

Louis' smile falters slightly. "It's for a friend." His smile masks the disappointment he feels inside.

"That's so sweet of you." She purrs. "That's a lucky girl, for sure."

Louis frowns slightly, looking at his feet. "It's actually for a guy friend, my best mate."

Her eyes seem apologetic almost immediately. "Oh my Goodness, please forgive me dear." Her hand is placed over her chest as she speaks.

Louis shrugs her off. "It's alright love, don't worry about it."

The lift comes to an abrupt stop on level 3 and the woman holds her son's hand as they step onto the floor. "I'm sure that's a very lucky guy, then." She smiles and they begin to walk off in the other direction.

Louis smiles fondly as he hears the younger boy say something. "I want a dress mummy!" He calls, skipping down the hallway.

A few moments pass and Louis is now stepping out of the lift and making his way to his and Harry's flat. He switches the lock with his key and strides inside, immediately hanging the dress on the nearest rack. He rolls his arm in a dramatic circle, trying to get ride of the soreness from holding up the weight for so long.

Harry is in the great room, lounging on the sofa when Louis walks through the grand archway.

"Hey Lou." Harry says, his voice laced with boredom.

"Hey H." Louis replies, slipping his coat off of his arms and hanging it on the coat rack. "I kind of did something."

"What'd you do this time?" Harry sighs and keeps his eyes locked on Louis as he enters the great room to sit beside him on the sofa.

"No, I think you'll like it." Louis smiles sheepishly. "I got you something!" He exclaims excitedly.

Harry looks over his shoulder, trying to get a glance at the front door but Louis stops him in time. "No peeking." He taunts, getting Harry to look back at him. "Don't be upset with me, I wasn't snooping..."

Harry's face pales slightly. "What are you talking about?"

Louis speaks again, his voice laced with nerves. "Well a few days ago I was walking down the hallway and your door was cracked open, I'm obviously very nosy so I peaked and you were wearing something." Louis ends the sentence as if it's a question.