Young & Beautiful

“She’s going to your flat?”
Louis nods dazedly, eyes lost in thought. “Yeah, she is.”
And fuck.
Fuck.
He groans, then proceeds to bang his head off of the side of the bookshelf. “I would give anything
to disappear right now,” he laments, and he shuts his eyes, gripping the wood with both hands in a
tight grasp.
“Well, you can’t stay here,” is all Harry says in a tart tone, sliding the freshly scrubbed quill into
the drawer before adjusting his sleeves.
“I assumed as much,” Louis says flatly, shooting him a glare. “Besides, it wouldn’t help any. Niall
would just tell her where I am. He’s oblivious like that.” He sighs, bringing his hands up to cup
his face. “This is going to be horrible. Fucking horrible.”
Harry’s glare deepens as he begins picking at a loose hem on his shirt, but he remains silent.
“Might as well get it over with though, eh?” Louis continues. “What doesn’t kill you makes you
stronger.” And with that, he pushes himself off of the bookcase and heads towards his shoulder
bag.
Then Harry shoots up out of his seat.
“Follow me,” he says suddenly in a clipping tone, and his eyes are emotionless as he makes his
way forward.
Louis blinks as he watches Harry grab his phone and a small cluster of keys off of the mantle. He
glances at his Chanel watch, repeats something quietly to himself, then dons a fedora that had
been resting on the coat rack.
And Louis just watches, because what the fuck? Did Harry Styles just ask Louis to follow him?
Surely not.
But apparently he did, because now Harry is moving towards the door and pulling it open, staring
at Louis with a bored expectancy, a hint of impatience in the dance of his long, leather-clad feet.
He raises his eyebrows. “Are you deaf?” he asks, but it’s less snapping and more sighing, though
his glare is still present and his general vibe reeks of supreme distaste.
But distaste be damned, Louis can only assess the two options as they are:
Or.
1. Refuse the smarmy bastard before him and go back to his flat and face his train wreck of a
mother. And all that entails.
1. Follow Harry Styles, who very much hates him, has already threatened his well-being, and
could very possibly kill him.
One is responsible, one is reckless. And Louis was never really anything but reckless.
“Don’t sass me, Curly,” he says, striding up to Harry. “Now walk.”