Young & Beautiful

No response, the music still drifting out of the room.
“NIALLER. I. NEED. HELP,” he yells, banging louder.
At this, he hears a grumble and some shuffling before the door creaks open.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Niall sighs, eyes red-rimmed.
“Yes it does. I need your help.”
“Fuck’s sake. Why me? You usually beg me not to help. Or just plain refuse it.”
“Today’s different. I need your advice. What should I wear?”
“Are you joking?”
“…No?”
“You can’t dress yourself? You’re a grown fuckin’ man!”
“But your clothes are better than mine!” Louis whines, and Niall’s frown lessens.
“Oh. You want to borrow something?”
“No!” Louis immediately barks. He pauses. “Maybe.” His arms cross and Niall’s eyebrows raise.
“Yes, fine, all right, I need to borrow something. But not because I want to!” Louis adds, jabbing
his finger in Niall’s face.
Niall grabs the aforementioned finger and shoves it away gently. “Sure, sure, I know the drill.
Now get in here, then. You should’ve just said so. Take what you like.”
And so the world ends when Louis asks Niall for fashion advice.
But, finally, he’s dressed to perfection (black knit jumper with his crisp, white color poking out
and gray, form-fitting slacks, complimented by sleek black shoes that catch the light just so) and
he stands before Niall, ready for judgment.
“Well?”
And maybe Louis cares what he looks like just a bit because he was charmed by the flowers and
the card and the apology, and maybe he’s a little excited for this proper introduction, so he awaits
Niall’s assessment with hope, glancing down at himself once more.
“Swell, mate,” Niall assures, and adjusts his collar as he brushes fake dirt off of his shoulders. “All
ready to go, Cinderella. Give ‘em hell!” And with one last smack on the bum—“Hey!” Louis
screeches with a glare—Niall waves a farewell and dissolves back into his room.
So, with one last intake of breath, Louis opens the door and leaves.
Chapter End Notes
Aaaand now the shit's going to hit the fan. But yay, right??