“Me watching makeup tutorials.” His voice is shaking. He wants to deny it, but Harry knows everything and stores the information away for perusal afterwards. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
Harry nods, slowly, like he doesn’t want to scare him away.
“It’s okay if it does mean something, though,” he begins, smooth and gentle, mouth resting against the line of Louis’s jaw. It’s comforting in a way it wouldn’t be with anyone else. “You know that, right?”
or; Louis falls down the rabbit hole of makeup, and Harry’s always there to catch him.