"I don't have anything that'll fit."

Louis couldn't believe his ears. "N-Nothing? No pajamas, no underwear, no nothing?!"

"Okay, I mean, I have some underwear, but..." Alice sheepishly tried to find the words. "I don't know if a guy really can wear my panties."

"I'll take anything you have!" Louis insisted. "A swimsuit, a cardboard box, hell I'll even wear a thong if that's all you have!"

Alice let out a snicker at the thought of him wearing a thong. Her laugh was infectious, making Louis smile with her. Alice quickly snapped herself out of it and cleared her throat. "I don't have any thongs, first off. And second, I...I don't know how to say this..."

Louis felt his heart sink. He knew what she was going to say. He'd heard it so many times from other women. "I'm too fat, right?"

"No! That's not what I meant at all!"

Alice was trying her hardest to spare his feelings, but Louis knew better than to believe her. "It's okay. You don't have to lie. I know I'm too big for your clothes."

Alice clenched her eyes in frustration at herself. "Louis, I'm really sorry! I didn't want to sound like an asshole, but most people can't fit my clothes! I wear modeling clothes and do photo shoots for a living! I have to cross-reference my meals so I don't put on too many calories! Really, I'm sorry!"

Louis didn't want to make eye contact. She was trying her hardest to be nice about it, but it was still embarrassing to hear. He did take some comfort in hearing that she was a model. It was something he'd personally wondered about since the day they met.

He pushed passed her and looked around the room. He refused to believe there wasn't at least one article of clothing her could let him wear. There was no way in hell he was going to suffer the embarrassment of letting her see him naked through the whole evening.

Louis ran to a closet and reached for the doors. "There's gotta be a towel or some blankets or something!"

As he opened the closet, Alice let out a gasp. "Wait! Don't open that!"