Young & Beautiful

“Right. Well. On another note. I got an A on my last exam!” he calls, sliding off of the drum stool.
There’s a brief pause before Louis’ muffled voice emerges from behind the bathroom door. “You
mean Rory got an A?”
Niall laughs. “No, I mean Google got an A.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
Niall grins as Louis finally emerges from the bathroom, hair damp as he towels his face.
“Also, my father texted me. Recording’s back on for Des’ new track.”
Louis freezes. “Sorry?”
“The new track—the one I’m doing the drums for—it’s back on. He texted me this morning.”
“So Des is…” Louis swallows, gripping the damp towel in his hands, his mind immediately
returning to Harry’s unanswered door. “Des is back? He’s recording and everything?”
A shrug. “Yeah, I suppose.”
“Is Harry with him?”
“How the fuck should I know? I’ve only just heard—haven’t been there myself yet, have I?”
Louis ignores him, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fitting together in his head. Because of course.
Des is back. Harry got the phone call, rushed away, looked almost happy, even…
Des is back.
A grin splits Louis’ face.
“Harry’s probably with him,” he smiles, looking over to Niall.
“Probably, yeah.”
“You going to the studio tonight, then?”
“Yep.”
“You’ll let me know if he’s there?”
Niall throws his head back in exasperation. “Fuck’s sake, Louis…”
“Niall,” Louis threatens, and picks up his stray shoe, threatening to pelt it at the boy’s head.
“Yeah, yeah, fine, sure. I’ll text you.”
“Thank you,” Louis grins, before tossing the shoe back down and joining Niall who is currently
now making his way to the fridge. He ruffles his morning-sun hair and smacks his bum.
Which, naturally, Niall doesn’t even react to, remaining completely unfazed.
“You’re becoming obsessed,” is all he breathes in reply, under his breath.
“Am not. Now. Take me out to dinner? I want to complain about school and things.”