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He waded around the stores with Harry for what felt like hours. Harry grabbed his arm many times to drag Louis with him, angry with his straggling. Of course, Louis didn't care that he was going too slowly for the princess' liking, he was just scrolling on Instagram. 
"Go any slower, will ya?" Harry sarcastically asked. Louis mouthed his words back at him in a mocking tone. A scoff. "Holy shit."
"Shall I?" Louis smirked. He began dragging his feet against the floor, squeaking loudly. People turned their heads to look at them, but Louis didn't care. Harry looked around to see a woman with a baby in hand staring at Harry squeaking his shoes against the smooth linoleum. 
Harry smacked the side of Louis' arm, signaling him to cut it out. "Louis... stop. Louis! They're fucking looking at us." 
"So? I'm moving." Harry shoved Louis over, making him trip forward for balance. "Don't fuck with me."
"People are staring at us. You're acting like an obnoxious child. You're an embarrassment to be around. Get it together, we're leaving." Harry snapped. He grabbed Louis' arm and pulled him to the next store like a tired mum and a tormenting, mid-tantrum toddler. "What are you thinking, Louis?" 
Was he thinking? 
He just shrugged silently. Walking like a toddler being dragged by his mom, he huffed. Harry sighed and longed for another drink. It takes a lot to be around Louis.
After what seemed like forever, they stopped and Harry pointed to the Gucci store. "Let's go there." 
"Fuckin' Gucci? Seriously? What on earth do you need there?" Louis scoffed. He tightened his clench on Harry's arm.
"I heard they have a great new fragrance line." He grinned proudly. Louis only rolled his eyes in response.
"Fragrance, like, perfume?" Harry nodded. He snickered, "that's so girly. Get something useful, like clothes or something." 
"Lou, I'm not making you wear it. Plus, it's so much cheaper here at the airport without the tax." Louis relented and let Harry guide him across the bustling airport lounge to the store. He lightly kicked at Harry along the way, silently trying to trip him. Come on, it would be funny. 
"Don't call me that, asshole." 
"Fine, whatever." They reached the brightly lit, colourful Gucci store. At the front, there was a poster of an attractive model posing with their new perfume. The lithograph poster was a smooth green, large swirly letters across the board. The model was fair as day, holding up a sparkling green bottle. Harry marveled, running his finger down the vinyl print. "I'd like to do this."
"What, a model?" Louis squinted his eyes and three his head back in a deep-hearted laugh. He turned his head back to Harry, who was just staring at him. His lips unfurled from his cheek-to-cheek grin, realizing Harry was serious. "Oh, you're serious?" 
"Yes, I am." He crossed his arms. Louis looked back at the model on the poster. The picture-perfect model. His eyes flicked between the model and Harry. Imagining Harry as a model, he let out a singular snicker. In his mind, was a swirling thought, Harry. Decked out in feminine makeup, he poses, shoulders bare and siren-like emerald eyes. He held up a little bottle of swirling, shiny fragrance, just like the model on the cover. A plume of smoke framed his beautiful torso, a  sparkling finish on the picture made his mind whirl. 
But he didn't want to say what he imagined. Instead he laughed. Harry looked at him through quizzical green eyes. "Mate, that's so fucking girly."
"So?" Harry insisted. Without letting Louis finish his thoughts, he roughly grabbed Louis' arm and dragged him inside of the store.