Young & Beautiful

most oblivious, self-centered—“
“You most definitely left with Harry,” Niall says, looking at Louis as if he’s crazy.
He quirks an eyebrow. “I think I would know.”
“Would you?” Niall counters. “Your current state suggests you were pretty fucked up.”
Louis sighs, too tired to for this, wreaking too much of regret for this. “Ireland. I’m positive I
didn’t leave with Harry. I think you’re the one that was fucked up.”
“Right. Well. I guess since he left the same time you did, I just assumed.” He shrugs.
And that sparks Louis.
Left the same time Louis did?
“He left?”
“Yeah. When you did. Followed you right out the door,” Niall says as if it’s obvious, tapping his
phone against the armrest of the couch.
“He what?” Louis asks faintly, bewildered.
Almost immediately the wheels begin turning. Harry followed him out the door? Harry followed
him? Harry?
“Yeah. He was keeping an eye on you all night. I figured you two had plans or summat since
you’re, like, dating or whatever.”
“We’re not dating,” Louis says hollowly, head spinning.
Harry followed him?
Did he follow him the whole fucking night? Is that why…
Is that why he was there? Why he found him?
Oh god.
“You’re not?” Niall’s surprised voice interrupts, his cornflower blue eyes wide and cloudless.
“But…didn’t he stay here the other night? And you went to lunch and—“
“We’re not dating. I’m in love with him. But we’re not dating. Don’t rub it in any more, Niall. I’m
already in a very dark place.”
And fuck, Louis is reeling.
Harry followed him when he left. Harry followed him the whole fucking night. He saw. He saw
Louis stumbling around and sticking his tongue down how many peoples’ throats? He saw him
with that guy. He saw him drooling and drugged up and vomiting and maybe even crying, for
fuck’s sake. He followed him.
The whole night.
A small smile escapes Niall as he rolls his eyes, phone still tapping the armrest. “You’re always in
a dark place.”