Young & Beautiful

slurs, happy, sliding his hands across Louis’ chest, fingers catching on the buttons.
Louis stares at Harry, sweat dripping down his neck. “Yeah,” he pants, hundreds of arms waving
all around him, shadows and light flickering across Harry’s intent features.
Neither blink. Just stare.
“Come back with me?” Pretty Boy asks, timid, hopeful, pressing wet lips against Louis’ neck.
Their hips move in time and Louis closes his eyes because Harry’s eyes burn and this boy’s hands
are cold.
His heart’s beating hard. Whether it be from dancing, from the boy, from the liquor, from
Harry…. It just beats harder. The world feels like poison.
“Well?” Pretty asks again, lips moving further down, sliding over the nape of Louis’ neck.
He opens his eyes. Harry looks tortured.
“No. No—I,” Louis breathes, staring at Harry, feeling so sad, so sick, so overwhelmed. And fuck.
He feels his eyes growing wet. What the fuck is happening? Harry keeps staring, small, far away,
never moving a muscle. “I can’t.”
“What?” Pretty says, startled. He turns Louis to look at him, breaking his gaze with Harry. “Why
not?”
Louis feels Harry’s eyes on his back.
“I just can’t. I’m—I’m not—“ Louis tries, but he doesn’t know, doesn’t know why not. He’s in
fucking university and he’s got a healthy libido and a damn impressive sexual history and, let’s be
real, he’s fit as fuck. He should absolutely be going home with this pretty creature (who’s caught
more than a few lustful stares and yet he only has eyes for Louis) but he…can’t.
He still feels Harry’s eyes. Harry.
He bites his cheek.
That’s why he can’t.
Louis is just opening his mouth, ready to resolutely decline the offer (and having no idea how to
do it), when suddenly a warm body is pressed against his own.
“Hey, mate. Ease off, yeah? This is my boyfriend you’re dancing with, you cunt.”
Louis gapes at Niall.
“Boyfriend?!” Pretty boy squeaks, glowing pale and immediately bolting backwards. “I’m sorry,
mate! I didn’t know, I swear! I—“ he flounders, flushing, but Niall raises his hand.
“Nah, nah. It’s fine. Just fuck off, yeah? I might get jealous.” Niall sneaks a wink at Louis.
He resists the urge to laugh, instead biting his lips and nodding. “Yep. This is my boyfriend. This
is what I got.”
Niall jabs him in the back and Louis fights a smile. He fucking loves Niall. Best mates for life
absolutely.
It isn’t long before Pretty Boy disappears back into the crowd after apologizing profusely and