Young & Beautiful

linking hard, before opening his eyes, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly.
“Bring a cheese danish, yeah?”
There’s something in Harry’s voice that convinces Louis that that is not what Harry was going to
say. A tired sort of surrender that marks the words and dots the question mark that reveals that
there is just…something going on.
But Louis doesn’t know what, couldn’t know what, and so, with a laugh and a shake of the head,
he merely replies with:
“You ass,” before shutting the door and firmly keeping his worry at bay as he trots to catch up
with Niall.
**
It really shouldn’t come as a surprise when, upon Louis and Niall’s return, Harry is gone.
But it breaks Louis’ heart a bit anyway.
**
‘Where did u go??’
‘Something came up.’
Louis sighs in frustration, resists the urge to throw his phone out the window.
“NIALL,” he bellows from his position on the couch, face down in pillows and sprawled, his
sweatpants bunched at his ankles.
A tinny voice drifts from the bathroom door, shower on at full blast. “WHAT.”
“WE GOING OUT TONIGHT?”
“FUCK YEAH.”
Louis smirks, immediately going back to his phone.
‘U comin out with us tonight?’
There’s a pause, one where Louis thinks his eyes may be burning holes through the screen of his
phone, before it vibrates, Harry’s name and reply flashing on the screen.
‘Of course.’
Thank fuck.
**
Louis and Niall arrive at Zayn’s at five, decked in their best club wear and colognes. Niall put a
bit too much on tho. (“You smell like a cheap department store.” “You look like a cheap
department store.” “Ouch, Ireland. Ouch.”)
It’s all very customary as they enter, with Zayn and Liam wrapped up in each other by the
fireplace, Liam giggling, the sound like little bubbles popping in the warm air, as Zayn buries his
face in his neck and whispers velveteen words, his perfectly styled raven hair positively glinting