All That You Are Is All I'll Ever Need

45

I JUST REALIZED THAT THERE'S ONLY NINE CHAPTERS LEFT OF THIS BOOK, I'M GONNA WRITE A SEQUEL THOUGH SO DON'T FRET.
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"How formal are we supposed to be now?" Harry calls out. He is digging through their closet, trying to get to the back of the crowded and messy thing in hopes that their formal clothes are indeed where he thinks they are.

"Formal-formal," Louis replies from the bathroom. He has a towel around his waist and another on his head, where he is quickly trying to stop it from dripping water down his soon to be air dried body.

"Slacks it is, then." Harry mutters to himself. He finally gets to the chest that's shoved to the back of the closet, and he pulls out two pairs of slacks, one grey and the other a dark, navy blue. He lays them out on the bed, and calls out again, "black or white tops?"

Louis steps out of the bathroom bare bummed, and immediately goes to their drawers to dig for a pair of tight fitting pants to cover his bum but to also hopefully leave no seam lines. Once he finds a pair, he turns around and steps into them, eyeing the two different types of tops. "Um," he starts, "white?"

Harry hums in response, laying out the two white button downs.

"Panties?" Louis asks, scratching his tummy and watching his boyfriend scramble around the room bare bummed.

"Something comfy."

Louis knows immediately which pair to get. They're cotton and pink and he tosses them to the bed where the other clothing items lay.

Harry smiles thankfully, and takes them to shimmy up his thighs. Louis grabs his pair of the trouser pants, the dark navy blue pair, and begins pulling them on with a huff.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you blow me."

Harry snorts, pulling up his own pair of grey slacks, smirking at Louis. "I have never heard anyone say that before."

"Shut it, Styles," Louis starts, ignoring Harry's mutter of 'yeah, you know how to do that', and continuing with a small glare, "Now we're rushing to get ready because our post-come naps go on for hours."

Harry rolls his white button up over his shoulders, laughing at Louis who is buttoning his up with a frown. "You are the one who got hard against my thigh. I was just trying to watch Top Gear, you horny idiot."

Louis shrugs once he has his shirt on, and smiles up at Harry, taking the few steps across the room to stand in front of him, "I just couldn't help it," he murmurs dramatically, "I was staring at those pretty red lips of yours."

Harry snorts, and reaches down to pull Louis' fly up. "You better keep that thing put away," he leans in and pecks Louis' lips once, then twice because it's impossible to just kiss him once, before he pulls away. "Now, are you gonna wear a tie or a bow tie?"

"Bow ties are ridiculous. I question every day why I date a boy who owns so many of them."

"Oh," Harry mutters under his breath as he digs through another drawer, "I'm sure you do."