Young & Beautiful

**
They’re going home tomorrow.
The term has ended, Louis’ marks are near perfect (Harry credits it to himself, Louis swats at him)
and Niall’s already booking them hotels for all the vacations he demands they take.
“We’ll only be apart for two weeks before you whisk me away to Greece?” Louis laughed,
incredulous.
“Two weeks is a long time, Tommo!” Niall said indignantly, but he winked, flinging an arm
around his shoulders. “I’m tellin’ ya, mate. You’ll fuckin’ love it there. It’s incredible. Most
beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, I’m not going.”
“And why the fuck not?”
“I don’t have the money to—“
“All right, go and piss that excuse out your arsehole. I’m bringing you and can either go with it or
put up a fuss, but you’re coming Tommo and that’s that.”
Louis glared at him, refusing to feel gratitude because no, he did not agree to this.
“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you.”
“Nah. I’m not little. I’m a bossy giant,” Niall winked and Louis huffed, folding his arms over his
chest. “But come, yeah? Please? I’ve booked everything and I’ll need my best mates there.”
Louis perked.
“Oh? Everybody else is going?”
“’Course.”
Instantly, he beamed.
“Well, why didn’t you say so! I’ll be glad to come!”
And Niall laughed, shaking his head, departing from Louis’ side to pick up his guitar.
“Wanker.”
Louis blew a kiss.
“Love you,” he sang.
“Love you more,” Niall boomed, before banging on the guitar.
So, really, Louis doesn’t have anything to worry about. He’ll see the lads often enough—probably
will end up seeing Niall all the time, given that he’s his mum’s new best friend—and he’ll have
quality time with his family and Stan for the first time in forever. It’s basically an ideal situation.
Except for one thing.