Young & Beautiful

Right then.
Louis blinks at him, not fully understanding where the conversation went wrong. Apparently
Harry Styles is four years old.
“I think this would be a good time to leave.”
“Good. I’ve got to go.” Harry turns around, heading towards his room.
Louis does the same, except in the opposite direction, but just as he’s about to reach the door:
“Wait.”
Louis stops, turns around. “Yes?”
Harry looks at him hard, his curls frizzy and lopsided, his sweater hanging off of his shoulders.
“Don’t ever do that again. Being all…weird." His eyebrows pinch the tiniest bit more. "I don’t
like it.”
Louis considers. “Only if you don’t ever ask me to get you a cheese danish again.”
And Louis swears that Harry bites his lip to hold back an amused smirk, but he can’t be sure.
“Right,” is all Harry says, before continuing to his room and shutting the door.
A small laugh escapes Louis as he opens the door.
“Right,” he agrees quietly, then leaves, smile still in place.
Chapter End Notes
So, yay. i got this whole bit done now and I'm just happy about it. Woooo! I suggest
we all make a toast (I'm thinking punch) and wear pearls in celebration. Mkkur?
Mkur.
This chapter's song is a very special song: "Us Against the World" by Coldplay. It's
sort of baby Zayn and baby Harry's song in this story, from Zayn's perspective. But, I
think, it's slowly becoming Louis' song for Harry as well. :) You've gotta listen to this
song, though. The full thing. Loudly. Preferably at night. At 2:10, my fav bit begins.
Listen to it!!
Thank you again, my treasures! I love you all! Come chat! (tumblr = mizzwilde) I
love hearing your words and your thoughts and your loveliness. And if you have any
music recs or if you find a pic that reminds you of this story, hollaaa. That shit's my
fav.