Young & Beautiful

“Everything.”
“Harry?”
“Yes.”
“Ah.”
Louis hears the sound of Niall stomping to his room, hears the sound of him kicking off his
choose and shuffling for clothes.
“So we’re going out, yeah?”
“Can’t say I’m feeling up to it,” Louis says listlessly. “Sorta just want to sleep.”
“Come on, Tommo. Don’t be boring. You need to get your mind off of Harry Styles for one
fucking night. Have fun!”
“Fun,” Louis repeats, the word alien to him. “Never heard of it.”
“Just come, yeah?” Niall asks, now standing at the bathroom door, towel slung over his shoulder.
“Forget all this bullshit for a bit. All you do is mope about Harry lately. It’s unhealthy, I’m telling
ya.”
He has a point. He absolutely has a point.
“Fine,” Louis sighs, making to sit up. “I’ll go.”
Niall makes a satisfied noise before closing the bathroom door.
And Louis sort of just wants to throw up.
**
When Niall had asked Louis to go out, Louis had assumed that he had meant just that—Niall and
Louis go out.
He did not assume that Niall had meant they all go out.
All.
Including Harry.
They arrive at a house party—on a street filled with unbelievably large, luxurious houses that have
Louis doing double takes—and when Niall calls back over his shoulder, “I see them!” Louis
assumes he means the hosts of the party.
Not Zayn, Liam, and…Harry.
Louis almost vomits instantly.
Harry looks to be in a similar predicament.
“Niall,” Louis grits under his breath, pulling the boy’s ear to his mouth. “You failed to mention
that he would be here.”
“Who?” Niall asks, confused.