Harry walks out of his bathroom ten minutes later; Louis feels his lungs collapse.
The green top hugs him perfectly; his birds fly above the neckline while the hem of the shirt rests right above his butterfly. The shorts are tight, hugging every inch of his skin and showing off his long, long legs. The skirt moves around him beautifully. Harry shakes his hips a little and watches it swirl with unabashed delight.
“Feel just like my Queen, Lou,” Harry giggles.
[harry is obsessed with britney spears. louis doesn’t mind.]
lmao im sorrrrrrrrrrrry