Young & Beautiful

“Oh no, not at all,” Harry smiles.
“Not even,” Louis agrees weakly, but Zayn’s eyes remain on him, questioning lightly.
“Excellent!” Liam beams, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s have a bit of piano, yes? Zayn?
You up for a song?”
And just like that, the chaos is swept under the rug, and Louis finds himself stuck.
And all he feels is Harry.
**
It’s right around when dinner is delivered that Niall arrives in a flurry, smiling and carrying the
cold wind in his wake, an enormous bottle of Jameson tucked under his arm.
“There’s talk of ‘Certain Things’ being nominated for a Brit!” he says excitedly, grin wide.
“Fuckin’ amazing!”
And Louis looks to Harry, unable to stop himself. Harry doesn’t smile, just looks away.
Louis needs to talk to him. He needs to talk. There’s so much to say. So, so much.
“That’s brilliant,” Liam smiles, stirring his tea. “You must be so excited. Will you be going to the
awards ceremony?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely!”
“We’ll go then, too,” Zayn says, lifting his glass of wine. “For you.”
Liam beams.
It’s all so normal. The only odd moments are when Niall casts a questioning glance at Louis,
attempting to discreetly text him from under the table.
‘Well?’
Louis rolls his eyes.
‘Well what?’
‘Did u fuck him?’
‘You’re a pig.’
And Louis receives a winking emoticon.
‘But srsly. What happened? U ok?’
Before Louis can answer:
‘U seem off. So does Harry. Do u want me to get us out of here? U wanna go?’
Louis sighs, feels a smile on the horizon.
‘Nah. I just need to talk to him. Can you get the lads to leave early?’
‘Sure thing’