Polite//l.s

Nineteen

Louis

"It's not very expensive," I mocked Harry's cute voice as I stepped into the dressing room.

I must've tried on nearly ten times my rent in clothes by now. There was so much, and all of it had a price tag of over one hundred dollars.

"Louis?" The angelic boy called from the other side of the dressing room. "Did you find anything you like? It's been half an hour," I could tell he didn't want to rush me, but he wanted me to realize I needed to hurry. He's so nice it hurts.

I opened the door to the dressing room a tad, reaching out to pull him in with me.

"Lou?" He blinked up at me from where he stood against my chest to support himself from falling.

"Harry, this is a lot of money," I motioned towards the stacks of clothes.

"This is all from the clearance racks, as you insisted," he frowned, "Did I disappoint you?"

"No baby," I kissed his cheek, putting his worry to rest, "I'm just.... concerned about the price of everything."

"Try something on for me," Harry sat his slender hips on one of the couches in the room, squeezing himself between the two piles of clothes I had created. "I'll be the judge of the price,"

"I don't want you to pay too much,"

"I'm sorry," he looked down. "I just wanted to do something, you know. If you don't want to go, I-I can call and cancel the, uh, reservations," he looked so sad as he spoke.

"No, it's fine, you want to do this." I walked over to where he sat, "So we'll do it,"

His face brightened at that, his glittering eyes looking up at me, "Try these on," he thrust a dark blue suit jacket into my arms, followed by a white button up and navy trousers. "If those pants don't match, I have khakis over here,"

I sighed, hanging the clothes up on the wall and stripping myself if my jeans.

Harry just stared. It was the kind of stare you use when admiring the stars or watching a sunset.

His hand rested in his palm, a small smile resting on his plump lips. His eyes sparkled with something along the lines of fond. Fond of sexual attraction; and well, Harry just seems like more of a 'fond' type.

I put the button up on, sliding the sweater over it.

I didn't look as idiotic as I had thought I would.
I looked preppy, but not to the point where someone would want to hit me. I looked masculine still, which honestly was surprising.

"Put your pants on," Harry encouraged half-heartedly from my left. The twinkle still evident in his eyes as he focused on my lower half. Sexual attraction was becoming more of an option, but I still couldn't see Harry thinking that way.

I followed his instruction, pulling the material up my legs and just stepping back to admire the way the material wrapped around my thighs and arse. It was truly beautiful. I'd fuck me.

"Oh you look good, please let me buy this for you," Harry clapped from his seat.

"Did you find somethings for yourself?" I changed the subject, feeling guilty that someone as naive as Harry was going to spend their money on me; even if it wasn't actually their money.

"Yes," Harry nodded happily, "It's a a nice black shirt with matching pants, I got some nice shoes as well," he swung his feet cutely as he spoke, making him seem smaller.

"Okay," it made me feel a little better knowing for sure that Harry wasn't spending his money on just me, but I still felt horrible.

"I need to find shoes for you, are Sperry's alright? Or do you want dressier shoes? Oh! I bet Oxfords would look fantastic with that blue," he immediately stood and began walking out of the room, stopping right before he got to the door, "I should probably wait on you," he sat back down in front of me.

"You just want to watch me change," I joked, pulling the jacket off.

When I looked back up to Harry, a blush covered his cheeks and he had brought his hands up to cover his face, everything but his eyes.

"Is that really the reason?" I smirked at his attempt to hide the cute blush.

Harry nodded a little, dropping his hands. "I don't know your shoe size either," he defended weakly.

I laughed at him, pulling the button up off as well, a little slower than I normally would, just to give Harry a show.

Harry was trying to hold in his giggle as I threw the shirt his way, the fabric landing on his shoulder. "Louis, don't make me laugh," he covered his face with his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I gasped dramatically ask dropped my pants. 

Then Harry burst into a full fit of laughter, nearly falling out of his seat at my expense.

"Let's go try on some shoes," I laughed with him after I had pulled on my normal clothes.

He nodded in agreement and grabbed my hand, leading me to the shoe department.

This store was like a fucking maze. Every corner, every turn was a puzzle that I wouldn't remember.
I'm honestly not sure if we're even still in Nautical or whatever Harry called it.

Harry handed me a brown pair of shoes.

"These shoes have holes in them," I examined the pair in my hands.

"No, they only look like they have holes," he poked his finger at one of the little holes, "Even if they were real, they're very small," I nodded at that, willing myself not to look at the price.

"They're the wrong size," I bit my lip, embarrassed.

"this is a couple sizes up from mine, how much bigger are you?" Harry reached for a box higher on the shelves.

"Uh, I'm smaller actually," I replied with a laugh. Go Harry. Thank you for overestimating the size of my feet.

"Do you want to pick the size?" Harry stepped away from the shelves, probably understanding my uncomfortableness.

"Sure," I stood to find my size in the mess of boxes of shoes that Harry had insisted I get.

This little tiny angel thought so much of me, I didn't want to ruin this night for him. Tonight, it's whatever he wants.