Once in a Lifetime

Twenty-Two.

"Help!" Louis screeched, waiting a few seconds before his bedroom door flung open to reveal the worried faces of Niall and Liam.

"What? What's wrong? What's happened?" Niall asked, panting heavily from the speed he ran up the stairs.

"I don't know what to wear..." Louis mumbled, looking back into his wardrobe to avoid the look his friends were giving him.

"Really, Louis? You made us race up here to help you pick an outfit?" Liam questioned, a disapproving hint to his words. Louis knew he was joking though, so turned around to smile sweetly at them.

"Please? You know I value your opinions," Louis replied, smiling even more when Niall joined him at the wardrobe and Liam sat down on the bed. It took another ten minutes before Louis untied the towel from around his waist and slipped on the black skinny jeans and grey sweater that Niall had picked out for him. Liam helped him to style his hair whilst he nervously waited for the bell to ring. Once he had looked himself over in the mirror, and the boys had told him he looked good, they all went to wait downstairs. Just as Louis was about to sit on the sofa, the rhythmic chime of the bell made him freeze.

"Are you going, or am I?" Liam asked, noticing Louis' sudden panic.

"Um, I will," he answered, slowly walking towards the door. He opened it carefully, his eyes landing on the handsome face looking back at him. "Hey," he whispered, smiling gently to Harry as he opened the door further to let him in.

"You look beautiful," Harry said, returning the smile, "Uh, I brought you these, here," he continued, handing Louis a small bouquet of flowers. Louis's smile grew when he saw the collection of daffodils, sunflowers, and daisies, they were his favourite flowers, after all.

"They're perfect, Harry, thank you," he said, "I'll just put them in a vase then we can go?" Harry nodded, but as Louis was about to head towards the kitchen, he heard a loud cough coming from the living room. "The boys are in there, I think they want a word," Louis mumbled, quickly walking away. Harry walked into the living room, seeing Niall and Liam stood awkwardly behind the sofa.

"Louis said you, um, wanted to talk?" Harry asked, looking between the two.

"Yes," Liam started, "if you're going to be dating our Louis there are a few rules you need to be aware of." Harry nodded slowly, not really sure what was going on.

"The first rule," Niall continued, looking straight at Harry, "is that if you hurt him, I swear to God I will put your crown jewels in a vice and make you pay." Niall looked completely serious, so Harry gulped and nodded.

"Secondly, you must have him home by midnight or there will be consequences," Liam sternly announced, his eyes locked on Harry's own.

"Thirdly, you will refrain from any sexual activity for at least a month - that includes kissing, hand-jobs, blowjobs, sex, and whatever else you people do for pleasure." Harry's eyes widened as these words came out of Niall's mouth, instantly making his cheeks turn red.

"Fourthly, you must inform us if your relationship develops in any way. We must be the first to know."

"And, fifthly," Niall stated, both boys taking a step towards a nervous Harry, "you must have fun, take nothing we say to heart, and make sure that he is treated like the incredible person he is." Harry let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"That wasn't funny," he mumbled, looking down at the floor as Niall cackled in front of him,

"We're sorry, Harry, but you should have seen your face! Trust me, there are no curfews, no rules, and no intentional cock-blocking. Just please, promise us that you'll take good care of him, because we're not afraid to borrow my dad's tools." Liam was smiling as he talked this time, instantly making Harry relax a little bit more.