Young & Beautiful

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Chapter Summary
Harry talks.
Chapter Notes
Ohkayyy so there are mentions of suicide and drug use and some serious stuff,
alright? It's not much, but it's there. Just wanted to let all of you know!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Louis wakes up for lecture the next morning, he’s got one notification on his phone. A
missed call from Harry at 4:03 AM.
Which is unsettling for several different reasons because Louis texted Harry repeatedly last night
and received zero responses. Not that he noticed too much, given that he spent the majority of it
lying in Niall’s bed, ranting about love and awareness. Niall wanted to kill him.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Louis nearly shrieked when Niall began rolling off
the bed, Nike’s still on his feet from when he’d put them on earlier with the intention of going out.
Niall sighed, long and suffering, rubbing his hands over his face as Louis aggressively pulled him
back down beside him.
“I want to go out.”
“I’m not finished.”
“You’re never going to be at this rate. It’s nearly three in the morning!”
“Exactly! It’s far too late to go out now! So just sit tight and let me express my feelings.”
“But you have so many fucking feelings,” Niall groaned, flopping over and shoving his face in the
pillow. “You’re in love with the bloke—big fucking deal! We all saw it coming. Thought you two
were already fucking, to be honest—ow!” Niall rubbed his arm, throwing a glare Louis’ way.
Who was most certainly glaring back.
“Stop it.” Louis sighed, settling back down, eyes finding their way to the ceiling. “It’s difficult,
you cold-hearted shrew. You wouldn’t understand. It’s fucking horrible, this. Being in love and all
that? It’s like…it’s like this weird quiet thing. Like, it’s so strong but it’s so quiet at the same time.
And I guess I always sorta knew how I felt so it’s not, like, been a complete shock to the system,
but. I don’t know. I never, like, really let myself feel it. But now that I’ve admitted it to myself I
can’t stop thinking about him, Niall. And I just want to hug him and talk to him and make sure
everything’s okay and fix his problems and his—his father! How’s his father?”
Niall shrugged. “Still bad. They’ve cancelled a shit ton of TV performances because he’s not able