Young & Beautiful

Zayn swallows, smiles beatifically.
“I love you, too.”
Louis watches, chest tight.
Those are emotions he understands.
He feels Harry shuffle that much closer to him.
He understands.
**
When Liam begins falling asleep, they walk into the hall, including Zayn.
“I want to talk to you,” he says to Harry, eyes full of apology, and Harry nods, casting a quick
look at Louis before following.
Louis smiles, is about to flash a thumbs up, when his pocket vibrates.
It’s Niall.
‘U comin back soon? Feel like shit’
Louis feels a slight pang—Niall’s the only one missing from here. Where he belongs. He might
miss him.
He taps his reply quickly.
‘Yeah. Be there soon’
‘wit harry?’
Louis looks up from his phone, looks over to where Harry is, being released from Zayn’s
embrace. He’s smiling, bright, sunny, and full, his eyes the color of sun sparkling on the surface of
a lake. His skin is warm, full of color. Slowly, he looks over to Louis, catches his eye. His smile
widens, his eyes brightening that much more.
And Louis feels warm. Forever warm.
When he goes to smile back, he realizes he’s been smiling the whole time.
Flushed, he returns to his phone, tapping out a reply before sliding it in his back pocket and
striding over to Harry and Zayn, finding Harry’s hand as Zayn’s eyes flicker amusedly down to
the movement. Louis grins, Harry grins, and neither let go.
‘Yeah. With Harry.’
*
THE END.
(SORT OF)