Young & Beautiful

XIX
Chapter Summary
Louis talks.
Chapter Notes
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Niall may be one of the most oblivious people in the entire world. He may be a bit self-centered
and indulgent. He may be careless and frivolous and crass and exhausting.
But he gives damn good advice.
The day after Halloween, amongst several trips to the toilet where Louis proceeded to vomit up
his intestines—he’s never drinking purple, glowing punch again and he’s going to have Zayn
arrested, the fucker—Louis had spent the day moaning and groaning on the floor, partly because
he was dying, partly because Harry had, once again, fucked with his mind when he’d finally
begun to think they were obtaining some sense of normalcy.
“Why are you so obsessed with this bloke? You barely even fuckin’ know him,” Niall burps,
rummaging in the fridge and wearing hot pink boxers. “You want to fuck him, don’t you.”
“My lord, Ireland, where did you get your manners from??” Louis exclaims, actually managing to
lift his head from the floor to throw him an incredulous look. “And no, I don’t. To be honest, I’m
surprised none of you lot are more concerned about the kid. He’s an absolute mess.”
“I dunno, he seems a bit better than usual lately.” Niall rips a bag of crisps open with his teeth.
“I thought so, too. Until I found these this morning.” Louis thrusts the tiny, scribbled quotes in
Niall’s direction.
“The fuck?” he asks inquisitively, walking over to Louis’ sprawled figure on the floor, before
plucking the papers out of his hands. He reads, his eyes squinted. Then he looks back down to
Louis, large bags under his bright eyes, a bit of glitter stuck to his cheek. “I don’t get it.”
Louis rolls his eyes.
“Do those quotes sound positive to you? Do they? Because they certainly don’t to me. And, yeah,
I’m not quite sure what he means exactly—you never know with that tit—but I think it means that
this whole fucking time he’s not gotten any better, and he doesn’t trust me any more than he did
before and he’s still fucked up and Des is still missing and—“
“Des is missing?” Niall asks suddenly, eyes widening.
Well shit.
“Er.”
“Nah, yeah, that would explain why the track’s on hold. Where is he then? On a bender?” And
his tone is simple, curious, inquiring, and Louis is taken aback.