Young & Beautiful

XXIX
Chapter Summary
Louis gets a visitor.
Chapter Notes
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Louis awakens to a spinning bathroom ceiling and a cup of water being brandished in his face.
“Hey, you all right?” Niall’s uneasy voice materializes from the ringing silence, hand on Louis’
shoulder.
And where did he come from? What is air? What are people? Is he even alive?
Louis rubs at his crusty eyes, suddenly all too aware of the cold tile of the bathroom floor jutting
into his joints. His neck is stiff and his shirt stinks of vomit and, yep, the bathroom is still spinning.
“Nnguh,” is the sound that he produces as he reaches blindly for Niall, limbs heavy and
everything feeling like cold death.
Carefully, Niall helps him sit up, grip strong and supportive, an anxious edge to his brow.
Miraculously, Louis does not projectile vomit.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Absolutely not,” Louis rasps, bleary eyed, grabbing the cup of water still in Niall’s grip and
guzzling it, spilling it over the sides and feeling it dribble down his cheeks and neck. But he really
couldn’t give less of a fuck right now because his throat is on fire and his body feels like a crispy,
shriveled shell. So does his soul, for that matter.
“You hit it a bit too hard last night?” Niall asks, staring at him steadily. He’s got his phone in his
hand, kneeling patiently in his hoodie and track pants. He looks so clean and healthy.
Louis hates him for it.
“You could say that.”
In all honesty, Louis doesn’t even know how to begin thinking about last night—the
simultaneously best and worst night of his life. Mostly worst.
And then he hears the echo of Harry’s voice, whispered in the dark. Can feel his lips shocking his
body into life. His perfect, soft lips that lit everything on fire. Can feel the warmth of his weight
next to him and—oh god—how he kissed his hand. And—
No, scratch it all. It was definitely the best night of his life.
And Louis is so fucking in love.
And once again, he wants to cry.