Young & Beautiful

this guy who I’ve never seen before, and he kept going about and trying to make all these
decisions, and saying all this rubbish about what he thinks we should be doing. And I thought it
was funny because…”
Liam continues talking, about whatever it is he’s talking about, and Zayn is at least pretending to
be interested in it, so Louis allows himself to zone out, giving in to his many thoughts that
currently plague him.
Thought of:
Harry Harry Harry Harry fuck shit oh god I feel terrible what’s happening to my life Harry
Harry Harry I’m an arse Harry Harry Harry
“Louis.”
Upon hearing his name, he returns his attentions back to the present.
“Yes?” he asks, blinking, looking to an expectant Liam.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Liam asks, in a tone that implies it wasn’t the first time he’s
asked it. “Tea? Water? Anything?”
“I love water,” Louis says distractedly, and Zayn peers at him from his chair as he brings his hand
up to lace his fingers with Liam’s, draped over his shoulder.
“Did you know that water is both the softest and strongest force in the world?” Liam asks
animatedly.
And Louis knows Liam doesn’t feel the weight of emotions that Louis and Zayn currently do. He
knows that he wasn’t there, didn’t hear the words spoken, didn’t envision the thoughts, didn’t
partake in this mess of a conversation, but Louis still prickles with annoyance at his oblivious
comments and his pert, polished voice, so he steps away before another word is said.
“Sorry mates, I’ve got to go.”
Liam pouts. “But I’ve only just gotten here.”
“I’ve got tutoring with Harry.”
He laughs, swift and short. “Oh yeah. How’s that going, by the way?”
Louis doesn’t know how to reply as his mouth searches for words, any words.
“Stop distracting him, he’s already late,” Zayn tells Liam, nudging him gently in the side, and
Liam immediately looks to Louis in apology.
“Oh! Terribly sorry mate! I’ll text you later.”
“Yeah. Sounds good. See you guys later,” Louis says, and he leaves, dazed, and heads toward
Harry’s rooms, totally unprepared for the day’s tutoring session.
Or, rather, totally unprepared for Harry.
**
When Harry opens the door, his face is unreadable, his eyes dark.