Young & Beautiful

Is Harry in love with him? Has it finally happened? Have the gods taken pity on Louis in his
sorry, emotional state and actually bestowed upon him the greatest gift he could ever dare to
receive?
Is Harry about to tell him as much?
Oh please, oh please, oh please.
(Divine intervention would be great right now.)
“Oh?” Louis asks, struggling to keep his tone light.
Harry nods, rubbing at his eyes again before leaving Louis’ side, causing his hand to drop. He
walks over to the windows overlooking the gardens and sits upon the beautifully upholstered
couch, hand linked and elbows resting on his knees. He stares at the ground.
“I’ve decided to move out,” he says quietly, lashes splitting his cream skin. “From my father. I’m
going to do as you say—hire someone who knows what to do. I’ll interview extensively, of
course. I’ll get someone who I know he’ll connect with and. And it will be better.” He looks up,
simultaneously sad and hopeful, eyes wide. “It will be better, right?”
Louis stares, hands at his sides.
Oh.
Okay.
This wasn’t…what he was expecting but… But oh!
His gears begin to kick into life as he computes what Harry has just said, immediately rushing
over to him and sitting beside him on the couch, relief flooding him completely.
“Of course it will be,” he says gently, caressing Harry with his eyes, hesitant to touch. “It will be
better. I’ll make sure of it.” He half-smiles.
Harry stares for a moment before quirking his lip, just slightly. He studies Louis, eyes flitting
across his face as if looking for answers.
“Why are you so good to me?” he suddenly asks, affectionate and low, eyes seeming to marvel at
Louis. “Why are you my friend?”
Louis’ chest pangs like a gong.
Shall he name off the list? Does he have all week?
He searches the confines of his mind for an answer before he settles with a simple:
“Because you’re you.”
Harry’s smile widens and softens even more, if possible.
It creates the next great war within Louis.
Elation vs. Despair
“Nobody treats me like you do,” Harry says quietly, after a moment. “Nobody looks at me like