Young & Beautiful

“A party hosted by Zayn Malik.” Niall’s grin is absolutely wicked.
“Who invited you?”
“Some bloke I just met while I was golfing.”
“Naturally.”
“Naturally,” Niall agrees, and he begins stripping himself of his clothes, making his way to his
room. “So you have to go now.”
Louis considers this. He genuinely does.
On the one hand, it’s Friday night, he’s got no immediate obligations, and he’s just been given the
opportunity to experience one of the greatest parties known to man, renowned by Uni students
nationwide.
On the other, if he keeps this shit up, he’s going to fail all of his classes and end up living in a
cardboard box in the back of a Tesco.
“No,” he says suddenly and firmly, standing up. “Absolutely not. I made a promise to myself and
I am going to keep it.”
Niall steps out of his room, jaw dropped, a gray jumper half-on, exposing the cream planes of his
chest. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not. I refuse to go.” With that, Louis crosses his arms and sits in the nearest chair, face
averted away with steely determination.
“Lou,” Niall says, and it’s with such seriousness that Louis actually starts, “You don’t understand,
mate. This is going to be incredible. You think I can show you a good time? You think my drinks
taste good, my weed’s good quality? My friends are crazy? That’s nothing. This is the richest
bloke I’ve ever met. Can you just imagine what a party of his is going to be like?”
Louis really wants to stick Niall’s head in a toilet.
“I will smash your guitar if you keep tempting me with your devil words. I’m not even joking. I
will do it.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’m getting up.”
“All right!” Niall exclaims, hands up in defeat. “But don’t blame me when I come home tonight
and tell you I’ve had the best fuckin’ night of me life. You brought this upon yourself because
you’re being a cunt!”
“You will not sway me.”
With one last shake of the head, Niall returns to his room, fitting his arms through the jumper.
“You’re crazy, Tommo.”
And, only because he knows Niall can’t hear him, Louis mumbles an agreement, glaring at his
textbooks.
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