Young & Beautiful

“I just got it. It’s from a perfumery in France. Good, isn’t it?” he explains offhandedly, extracting
his arm from Louis’ grip and stripping himself of his polo as he flicks on his music.
“What perfumery?”
“I never remember the name. You can have it though. Here.” And Niall tosses a little gold bottle
to Louis, who only just manages to catch it.
He stares. “What do you mean, I can have it? Are you being funny? Because we’ve already
agreed that doesn’t work for you.”
“I meant just what I said. It’s yours, Tommo.” Niall pokes through little piles of clothes on the
floor, searching for a clean shirt as he meanders through the room half-naked, completely
oblivious to Louis’ glare at the nickname.
“I’m not taking it. I don’t like gifts.”
“Bollocks. Yes you do.”
“Well, I don’t anymore. I’m not taking it.”
“Take it. I can get it any time I want.”
“Oh, right. I’m sure. What, does your father own it?” And Louis says it with mockery, but Niall
responds with:
“No, my aunt does.”
And of fucking course.
“Oh. Your aunt owns it. Naturally,” Louis says, exasperated. “I don’t know why I’m surprised
anymore. Do you own a country, as well? Anybody in the family purchase the moon?”
“Not yet. Now take the goddamn bottle, ya cunt.”
“Fine. But I’m not saying ‘thank you!’ You forced this gift on me,” Louis says haughtily, and
brings the bottle to his room.
He hears the cackle of Niall’s laughter in response.
He allows himself a small smile as he places the cologne on his dresser, next to his various hair
products and lotions. “Why aren’t you the big name around here, Horan?” he calls. “Who wants
to talk about Zayn Malik when there’s Niall Horan?”
“I’m talked about enough, mate. Now come here and smoke with me. I want to win FIFA.”
Louis grins, but makes no protest as he enters the living room. “Win? Your confidence astounds
me, young one.”
Niall’s grin is wild and free as he hands him the controller. “It’s what I’m made of!”
“But we really need to start studying, though,” Louis reminds, settling back in the plush suede.
“Tomorrow,” Niall assures, picking up his bowl and the bag next to it.
“Tomorrow,” Louis agrees, and snaps a pic on his phone to send to Stan, with the caption “My