Young & Beautiful

“You know I’m not good at being told what to do,” Louis reminds him with a smirk, returning
back to the mirror.
“Yes. I know.”
And it’s good.
**
Eventually, Niall, Louis, and Harry begin the trek back to their rooms.
Niall walks between Harry and Louis, their arms all linked together as Niall urges them along,
skipping like a madman (did he drink when nobody was looking?) and Harry is smiling quietly to
himself as he strolls, arm being tugged by Niall, while Louis sneaks glances at him and makes
loud, catty jokes to distract from said glances.
Then Niall suddenly sprints ahead without explanation, clicking his heels and being the very
portrait of a fucking leprechaun.
“You’re such a fucking stereotype!” Louis shouts to him and Harry actually giggles at that. Louis
stops, turns to him and lowers his hands from where they’d been cupped over his mouth,
megaphone style, and he stares at him, startled.
A giggle? Harry? What? Is he tripping on hallucinogenics?
He looks on as Harry watches Niall with something that could be labeled as sweet, simplistic
amusement, or even delight. Which makes Louis smile broadly before also turning to face Niall—
who is now running in circled patterns along the pathway.
“I should probably chase after the little bastard,” Louis muses, glancing at Harry again, still
smiling.
He nods. “Yeah.”
“But, um, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Louis asks, clearing his throat with indifference and
pulling on his fringe.
“Yeah,” Harry says, half-distractedly. “Yeah, meet at my rooms at five, promptly.”
“So six, then?” Louis teases.
Harry smirks, eyes trapped on Niall in the distance.
The mood is peaceful enough, the sky is starry enough, and Niall’s shouts and madman antics are
just comical enough to keep everything on the less-than-serious side, so Louis clears his throat,
scratches at the back of his neck, and continues.
“But, what are you, like, doing tomorrow during the day? Like, before that?” he asks. He bites at
his lip, adjusts his beanie.
Harry looks confused now, brow furrowing, as he turns to look at him. “What do you mean?
During the day? I’m not sure.” He surveys Louis. “Why.”
“Well, I dunno. Niall’s probably gonna be, ya know, Niall all day. Practicing the drums and
whathaveyou. Smoking. Drinking. Shouting. Laughing. Masturbating.” Another laugh escapes
Harry, short and abrupt, before he settles a lightly composed face back to Louis who grins in