Young & Beautiful

“No,” Harry insists in a mumble, eyes still closed, his eyelashes catching on Louis’ fingertips. “I
want to do it right, Louis. It’s different. You’re different.”
“You’re different,” Louis says, just because he can, because he’s ready to be sick and he’s floating
and he might fucking burst. He’s grinning now, can feel his painful, brilliant, blinding grin and
Harry’s lips quirk upwards, too. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’ve restored my faith in
humanity, Curly. Just by existing.” He laughs, grinning, brushing fingers across Harry’s lips
which smile wider at the feeling, his eyes intent on Louis, bright. It’s exhilarating. “Just because
someone like you exists… You made me fall in love with the world again.”
Harry’s breath catches, just for a moment.
But Louis feels it. Loves that he can feel it.
“You gave me a world I didn’t know was there,” Harry whispers in response, stilling, staring at
Louis so gently, so reverently, so adoringly.
And oh, sweet fuck, what is air??
Louis’ heart soars. It soars above treetops, on birds’ wings, and breaks through cloud clusters and
chases the sun.
“I’ll always give you everything,” Louis says, lightheaded, soaring, full.
Is he high? Is this normal? Does emotion do this to people? He must be high.
He’s so fucking happy.
“I’ll always give you everything,” Harry mimics, sincerely, and they just stare, lost in each other,
before Harry breaks out in a wide grin, glancing down at Louis’ lips shyly. “If you want,” he adds
quietly.
“I only want what you want to give, what’s good for you to give, and what I will give you in
return. What I will never stop giving you,” Louis beams, leaning forward. And he kisses him,
seeking the comfort of Harry’s satin mouth that parts eagerly. Because he can, because he finally
can and because this is okay. This is what Harry wants.
He’s so. Fucking. Happy.
“Never?” Harry giggles between kisses, his lips warm and red as apples. He giggles. The fucker
giggles and he dips in for another kiss, impossibly soft and impossibly perfect, slotted just right to
Louis’ body and it clicks.
They kiss like they’ve kissed for-fucking-ever and they align like a key in a lock and Louis is so
fucking happy.
He thinks he hears the world sigh.
“Never,” he confirms, before they finally break apart, Harry warm and pink and clutching him,
calmer and softer than he’s ever been.
“Now,” he says, as Harry leans forward, presses his face gently to the side of Louis’ just because.
Just nuzzles into him like a kitten and just breathes him in, just stays there. Louis can smell the
sweetness of his curls, can hear his breathing in his ear. He grins even wider. Soaring. “We best
go fetch Niall. Then go talk to Zayn.”