Louis' POV:

Harry offered to drive when we decided to spend the day out in London earlier this morning.  We're currently driving around the block in downtown London looking for a parking spot when my phone dings in my pocket.

Zayn: Hey Lou. 

Zayn: I know you're with your hubby right now, but what are you doing Friday night?

Me: Nothing that I can think of, why?

Zayn: Liam and I are hosting a party at the flat. just a little get together, really

Zayn: Naturally, you're invited because it wouldn't be complete without you. But if you'd like to extend the invite to Harry, Niall, Juan Luis, or anyone else, have at it.

Me: Ooo yes! I'll ask Harry and I'll get back to you about Juan Luis and Niall. They might go as a couple actually because they really hit it off at the bar

Me: They're cute together

Zayn: You and Harry are too

Well, no need to make me blush.

I turn my attention from my phone over to Harry, who's singing along to the song on the radio as he drives. It's Landslide by Fleetwood Mac if I'm not mistaken, and he sounds splendid, as always. "Hey Harry, do you have any plans this Friday night?"

"Not that I can think of. Why, do you?" He shakes his head before looking at me as we stop at the traffic light.

"Zayn and Liam are having a party at my flat on Friday and I wanted to know if you'd like to come,"

A little smile tugs at his lips. "As your plus one?"

Pause. "Yes..."

"Text me the details or tell me when you know what time it is, and I'll be there," He grins, "As your date, of course." He adds the last part in a singsongy voice, and I can't help but blush for the second time during this car ride.

Soon my cheeks are going to set on fire if they keep burning red like this, jeez. Someone call firefighter Liam on me, for fucks sake.

"We're going to invite Niall and Juan Luis too, and Zayn and Liam are probably inviting a few of their friends. It's nothing big, but it'll be fun!" I reassure him (as if he needs reassuring in the first place).

"I can text Niall later and ask him, but I can tell you in advance he'd happily go. If friends and beer are involved, you can always count him in."

We talk for a bit longer about the party, like what food I might cook for it (Harry offered to help make some dishes, and how could I say no?), what to wear, and what music should play on the speakers. Finally, after a little more driving around the city, we find a parking spot and Harry pulls into it and parks.

"Oh, Louis, do you know what'd be fun?" Harry asks as we get out of the car, excited about whatever he's just thought of as he grabs my arm for added effect.

"What?"

He glances at the nearby storefronts before his eyes land on an urban clothing shop. "You don't have to say yes, of course, but what if we picked out outfits for one another to wear to the party? Y'know, just for fun,"

From what I've seen, Harry's fashion sense doesn't disappoint, and I have no doubt he'd find something that would suit me. On the other hand, I can't deny there are a few things I'd kill to see him in that he would pull off better than anyone I know.

Or, you know. Nothing at all would work too. But for my eyes only, not for the party.

"Can we please? That sounds so fun!" I agree happily. He holds out his hand with a smile and I take it, our fingers immediately intertwining. We walk down the sidewalk to the clothing store Harry saw, our arms swinging like two teenagers out on a first date.

When we reach the front entrance, the store is much bigger than I expected. Big window panes span the front entrance, and the building looks ten years newer than all of the surrounding storefronts.

As we walk inside, it's spacious and modern, with racks upon racks of clothing. From what I can see, it looks like it has a generous selection of clothes to suit all aesthetics, all body types, and all occasions. There's no way we're walking out of here without a bag or two of clothes in our possession.

"This place is huge," Harry marvels as we begin to roam the store, our hands in one another's grasp, "Let's do you first."

Let's.

"Okay!" I say instead, "What are you thinking?"

He pauses and looks me up and down with a sneaky smile. "I don't know exactly what yet, but part of me wants to see you in an edgy look. Or like a nice and refined grunge ensemble, maybe."

"Is my soft wardrobe not up to par? You want me to be your personal Kurt Cobain, I see how it is." I scoff and he smiles.

"Aw, give it a rest. You look absolutely adorable in all of your oversized crewnecks and rolled-up jeans," I can't help but smile and grin when he said I look 'absolutely adorable'.

"But," He continues, leading me towards the back of the store, his hand letting go of mine only to rest on the small of my back, guiding me along, "I know you'd also look really hot in whatever I'm going to put you in, so bear with me,"

Well then, be my guest. I'd love to get a sense of what he thinks is hot. You know, just in case I ever need to use it to my advantage.

He fingers through a few racks of shirts and jackets, occasionally pulling a few off the rack and holding them up to me to help visualize. I glance around at the other sections of the store before I see a young woman walking up to us, probably in her 20s.

"Can I help you two find anything?" She offers kindly, but Harry shakes his head no and thanks her anyway. What a gentleman.

"Harry, keep looking around. I'm going to find something for you, so no peeking until I've got it all picked out," I tell him, walking towards the associate.

" 'kay, love. Find me when you've got something picked out, yeah?" He smiles a dimpled smile, and I momentarily forget about everything but him.

I turn back to the nice store worker and see a little white nametag pinned onto her flannel shirt. Sonia. She looks like a walking Kurt Cobain, so maybe if I dress like her Harry will find me irresistibly hot as he said before. I add it to my mental to-do list.

"Could you help me find something for him?" I ask once we're out of Harry's earshot, motioning back at him for her sake.

"Of course!" She agrees, "What are you thinking?"

"Um," I glance back at him, and his back is to me (his bum looks quite nice, though). "Do you guys carry anything more feminine?" I pause for a second, thinking, before adding, "But like still something that a guy could comfortably wear?"

"I'm not sure to what extent of 'feminine fashion' you're looking for, but I actually have some clothes here that are very feminine, and are specifically meant for men. Meaning they're cut and sized to better fit a guy's body as compared to a woman's body so that it flatters the guy,"

She motions over to a few of the racks of clothing, " I imagine no guy wants to try their hand at fitting into a dress cut for women, so it's only logical to carry them specifically for men.

She leads me towards a different section of the store as she talks. At first glance, it's a lot of the things I would wear, like cute crewnecks and such. But as we keep going, I get even more excited about this whole pick-out-an-outfit-for-each-other thing Harry came up with.

"It's my brand, actually. I run with my closest friend, Dev, and we started it in college because we both loved to sew. The way we see it, clothes have no gender and if the person is confident enough in themselves and their outfit, there's no reason why they can't pull it off."

"That's fucking brilliant, congratulations! I think it's sick that all of this is handmade, it's such good quality. Speaking of, I kind of want to see him in a skirt, if I'm being honest. Any suggestions on what you might pair well with one?"

"I think a simple top would look nice with one, or a v-neck sweater with no sleeves. Are you looking for a cropped or full-length top?"

"If we're gonna do it, we might as well go cropped. I'll get him a jacket too, just in case he gets chilly since it's cold outside" I can't help but imagine him in the outfit I have yet to pick out, his skirt bouncing with each step as we walk to the party hand in hand.

"That sounds great! There are some solid and vintage jackets on the rack over there that would pair nicely with the outfit," She points to her right, and I stand on my tiptoes to see them. "They're pretty unisex and neutral, and would look great with most everything,"

"I think Harry could wear all of this stuff better than I do," I say, more so thinking out loud as I look down at my own outfit, and back at the jackets.

Sonia looks me over with a little smirk (oh?). "Don't count yourself out. Let me know if you need any more help later, okay?"

"Will do. Thank you!" She smiles and gives me a little wave goodbye before going to help another customer in the women's department.

I scan the selection of skirts and pick out a simple black and pleated one. It's not too long to a point where it's just awkward, and it's short enough to have the potential to tease if Harry wants it to.

Moving onto the tops, I flip through the hangers before two different ones catch my eye. The first is a light yellow color with a small and simple black sunflower hand-embroidered onto it. The other is a pastel purple color, with three little butterflies on the front. I hold the skirt up to both and end up picking the yellow one. It reminds me of springtime with its flowers and bumblebees - Harry's favorite season.

On my way back to find Harry, I pick up an oversized olive green coat with a single white stripe across the front for Harry to put on if our flat is too cold. I find him near the place that I left him, and when I walk up he turns around and smiles. He's got a small pile of clothes gathered in his arms, just like I do.

"Want to swap and try them on?" He asks, holding out his selections.

I nod and grin, excited to see him in what I've chosen. We swap clothes and head back to the dressing rooms to try on the outfits. I take off everything but my boxers and lay out the clothes in the dressing room to see what he's picked out.

Harry has got me a pair of ripped black skinnies and they fit surprisingly well. They're pretty tight, which does wonders for my ass, and I can't help but assume that's what Harry was shooting for. He also picked out a thick black belt and a simple pocket chain with two little loops in it.

For the top, I find myself putting on a silky smooth button-up shirt with vertical black and white strips. I don't button up all of the buttons, however, because it looks nicer with part of my chest exposed. He'll like it.

"Are you all changed?" Harry calls out from the dressing room next to mine.

"Yeah," I open the door and find him standing there, already dressed.

The black mid-thigh skirt looks better than I expected, and he looks breathtaking in the whole outfit. So much so that my jaw drops a little bit. Maybe even a lot bit, but really, who's measuring?

"You picked out a skirt?" He questions the obvious, as he lifts it up a little, further exposing the tiger tattoo on his thigh.

"Yeah, and you look really cute in it," I comment, and his cheeks turn a pretty shade of red as he turns around, looking over his shoulder at his own bum, "My ass looks nice in it,"

"It looks nice in just about everything," I accidentally say out loud and clap my hands over my mouth as if that would make a difference now. He just giggles and turns back around to face me.

"I know," He leans in and kisses me lightly. "As does yours."

"I kind of like this outfit," I motion down at my clothes and he smiles.

"You should because it makes you look fucking hot," He says slowly, biting his bottom lip subconsciously, looking quite irresistible himself. "Your ass looks even better than mine," Harry wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I crack a cheeky grin, "And that's a hard thing to accomplish," he adds, earning him a playful swat on the arm.

"Question,"

"Go on Dwight, Schrute, let's hear it" He laughs at his joke, and I smile.

My eyes continue to linger on his black skirt, and I fail to make eye contact with him. I half-mumble out my question, somewhat embarrassed but equally curious.

"If I'm picking out your whole outfit, does that include what's underneath the skirt?"

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