Young & Beautiful

every light on in the flat, and nearly doubles over, a towel wrapped around his middle as he stares
at Niall. He’s just stepped out of the shower.
And he’s a little drunk.
“I’m a milk carton!” Niall guffaws, and yes, he is an actual fucking milk carton, the giant foam
structure fitted over his limbs, his sunny little head poking out. It’s large and chunky and accurate,
yes, but Louis can’t stop laughing because what the actual fuck?
“Your legs look so skinny!” he cries, pointing to Niall’s wee little stick legs that pop out from the
flat bottom of the carton, his knobby knees bouncing together and only serving to make his
already too-large white Nikes look even larger.
Niall laughs harder, the song gets louder, the night gets darker, and Louis scrambles to his room
before his towel falls off, high on sweets and alcohol, already buzzing about his costume and the
pride he bears for it.
Because tonight is going to be incredible, and Louis’ already decided so.
**
“I’m too drunk for this,” Louis giggles, teetering on the stool, as Niall applies his makeup for him.
“So am I,” he laughs, trying his best to concentrate as he delicately paints the glitter over Louis’
eye.
“No you’re not. You carved the shit outta those pumpkins before. I didn’t know you had skills!”
“I can carve, but I can’t draw.”
“Well fuck, Nialler! Now you tell me!” Louis shouts, but burps, then giggles and sways, clutching
onto the corners of Niall’s milk carton.
“I’m doing an all right job. The visual aid helps.”
“Google Images saves lives.”
“Aye.”
“Does it even look like a star?”
“It’s a damn good star.”
“Proper glittery?”
“To be honest, Tommo, I’m not even sure how you’re going to survive the night without going
blind,” Niall comments, and he smiles at his handiwork as he finishes.
“Perfect,” Louis grins, before inspecting the still-drying glittery star over his right eye. And it
looks great, it actually does (either Niall is actually quite skilled or Louis’ just very inebriated), and
the lines are straight and perfectly proportioned. So he then squeals, “SUPER PERFECT!” before
falling onto Niall and giggling as the foam of his costume bends beneath him.
**
They arrive at Zayn’s rooms around 9.
Louis hasn’t stopped smiling since the pumpkin pie shots him and Niall made at the flat (after