Young & Beautiful

“Wilde?” Louis offers, though it’s not really a question anymore.
Harry just smiles.
They continue to stare up at the sky, Louis still dizzy, still a little out of breath.
“Hey, Louis Tomlinson," Harry suddenly asks, splitting the calm.
“Yeah?”
A beat of silence.
“Wanna race?”
A smirk twitches Louis’ lips.
“Where to?”
“That bridge.” Harry points, his eyes mischievous.
Louis grins once before sprinting away in a frenzy, not even bothering to reply.
“That’s cheating!” he hears Harry laugh from behind him, but he doesn’t stop, just runs and runs,
as fast as his polished oxfords will carry him.
Louis wins, of course.
He reaches the bridge long before Harry does (he thinks Harry might’ve fallen down at some
point, but he doesn’t comment on the mud that streaks his slacks) and pummels his chest in
victory, Harry laughing hysterically as he reaches him, watching him in glistening delight.
“I win,” Harry sing-songs teasingly, and Louis lunges for him, but he darts away too quickly.
The air is cold as Louis sucks it into his lungs, as he bends over to catch his breath, hands propped
on his knees.
“Hey, Louis Tomlinson,” Harry says again, a giggle dancing on the edge of his words.
Louis fights the urge to roll his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Want to know a secret?”
He looks up at Harry who is currently grinning like a fool, eyes outshining the stars.
“All right.”
Harry grins wider at that, beckons Louis forward with his finger.
“Really?” Louis sighs, but he’s smiling, is already walking towards him. “We’re completely alone.
You can’t just tell me?”
“It’s a secret,” Harry insists, but his grin is still growing, his skin flushed with inebriation and his
expression bright with youth.
“All right then. Lay it on me,” Louis replies in faux-exasperation, settling hands on his hips
impatiently.