Young & Beautiful

Niall rolled his eyes while opening the door.
And there was Harry. Holding a teapot. Bright, gleaming, ethereally beautiful Harry, hair catching
in the wind. Wearing a pink collared shirt with a sprig of baby’s breath pinned to the pocket and
powder gray trousers that gave the illusion that his legs lasted forever.
Fuck it all.
Louis wanted to be annoyed. He really did. He wanted to tell Harry to leave because he had too
much homework that night or that he’d decided to go out with Niall (hah!) or help Liam on his
project for the newspaper (double hah!) or just simply because they spend too much time together,
are never apart, but he couldn’t. He totally, abso-fucking-lutely could not.
Because as much as it claws Louis’ brain and heart to always be at Harry’s side, being away from
him is becoming next to impossible, and actually denying his company is still worse.
“Harry,” he breathed instead, as if waking up from a coma.
“Louis! There you are!” Harry beamed, already striding in and pressing a kiss to Niall’s forehead.
“You didn’t come to my rooms. I’ve been looking everywhere. I brought tea! Would you like
some? I’ve ordered it from Japan. It costs 1000 pounds,” he rambled happily, setting it down upon
the counter. “It might be my new thing.”
“Of course,” Louis said dryly, but he felt his smile pull his cheeks and he just knew he was staring
at Harry like he was made of glitter and crystal. “You have such sane, economically practical
obsessions.”
“Oh, come now, Louis. I would never want to be practical.”
“Perish the thought.”
“Perish me!” he grinned crookedly. “That’s such a boring thing to be.”
And they smiled at each other and Louis’ stomach was somersaulting because Harry came to his
flat because Harry wanted to be with Louis, too.
Because Louis was Harry’s friend.
God fuck shit fuck damn shit fuck.
Life is hard.
“Well. I best be going to practice now. The big race is coming up,” Niall smirked, eyes flicking
between the two as he set down his guitar. “But have fun, kiddos. Text me if you want to go out
with us later.”
“Us?” Harry asked.
Louis was still staring at him dazedly, barely aware that Niall was even speaking. Oops.
“Zayn, Liam, and I,” Niall said. “We’re going to some banquet? I don’t know. Supposed to be a
good time, though. We’ll see.”
Harry nodded, that stupid fucking dimple that positively mocks Louis making a dashing
appearance.
“I think we’re probably just going to stay in tonight. Louis?”