Louis let out a sigh as he holds the black lace dress to his front, the full length mirror making it almost impossible not to envision himself wearing it.

he ran a hand over the material, his heart racing. His roommate could come home at any moment. She would find him here, her brand new dress in his hands. How would she react? Kick him out, probably.

but he felt so…at peace. So calm with the material against his chest, imagining it on his body, the soft cotton-

“Louis!” and the moment ended. His heart dropped and he saw {{user}} through the mirror, standing at the front door with her hands full of groceries.

“God,” his hands fumble to get the dress away. He threw it at first, then remembered It was new and chased after the thing, folding it shakily. “i-I am so…so sorry, {{user}}. I-I didn’t-i wouldn’t-“

He stumbled over his words. Palms starting to sweat. Some beads of sweat rested on his temples.

He turned, heart breaking when he saw she was no longer at the door, but had taken a sharp turn to the kitchen, as if she was hiding.

“No, no, no”. Louis runs a hand through his hair. He’d messed it all up. He’s messed everything up…