Young & Beautiful

y Niall at this stage in his life that that really is a momentous occasion.
“Who is it?” Niall asks absently, focusing on the game at hand.
Louis drops the controller and brings his phone up to his face. “It’s Liam,” he says with surprise.
He mumbles through the text, eyes darting across the screen.
‘Mate! It was so good to meet you yesterday! Had an absolutely incredible time. There’s going to
be a party tomorrow at The Priory Hotel. We would love you to come. :)’
‘Sounds incredible. U hosting ?’
‘Harry is’
“Ah,” Louis voices, and Niall looks over.
“What?”
‘Text me the details and I’ll see you then.’
‘Excellent!’
“Niaaaalllll!” Louis suddenly wails, falling face down into the couch. “I’m upset,” he mutters,
voiced muffled in the cushions.
“Why are you upset?” comes the immediate response. And, okay, Louis can admit that Niall has
the patience of a saint.
“Because I’ve just been invited to a party hosted by Harry and I hate Harry and I might end up
committing homicide at a nice party and thus jeopardize my entire future, well-being, and crime
record.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic! I’m sincere and heartfelt and I express myself,” he snaps, lifting his face. “If
that’s wrong then I don’t want to be right!”
“I see. Well. Good luck with tha—“
“Please come.”
“No.” It's spoken without a seconds' thought.
“Oh come on!” Louis exclaims, sitting up and climbing toward Niall. “They’d like you! You’re
rich like them! And you get along with everybody, even that stuffy old hag who throws me nasty
glances when we check our mail. It’ll be fun!”
“I like Mary.” At Louis’ pointed glare, Niall sighs, setting down his controller. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, well then I actually can’t. Honestly. I’ve got the rowing team tomorrow.”
“You’ve joined the rowing team?”
“Yeah, I dunno. I’m just testing out how I like it. Gives me something to do.”