Young & Beautiful

whatever expression it deems worthy of the situation, not even bothering to mask it in an adopted
calm or nonchalance.
There’s a pause, a silence, a fucking chasm of nothing where Louis just stands and waits, and then
Harry looks up, eyes pained and muddled and storming. Lightning flashes across his irises, rain
pours over his corneas. Louis hears rumbles of thunder in his chest.
“I’ve got to go back inside,” is all that Harry says, and there, he’s doing it—reassembling himself,
his features now masked in stone, his eyes distant. He’s walking backwards towards the door,
eyes still on Louis.
Louis’ fingertips feel numb as he watches, dumbly.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” is the last thing he says, almost pleadingly—or is he trying to convince
himself?—before he disappears behind the door.
Chapter End Notes
This chapter's AMAZAYN inspiration is: "Nothing to Give" by White Lies. Good,
good shit. Lookit up, yeah? It's perfect for the situations at hand. Purrfect.
Also, thank you again for reading and being so utterly glorious