Young & Beautiful

disengages himself from the boy. “I have more class than that.”
“So what will you end up doing?”
“My studies. I am going to excel in all my courses and will become so supremely intelligent that I
won’t need any friends.”
“What about me?”
“You don’t count, you’re Irish.”
Niall bursts into laughter. “You are such a fuckin’ cunt,” he says, but there’s enough fondness in
his voice that Louis lets it go.
“But you’re not honestly gonna go rowing now, are you? When I’m home all alone?” Louis pouts
as he sits next to Niall on the floor, cross legged, hands neatly folded in his lap like a good boy.
Niall sighs a chuckle as he sets aside the guitar and sits up. “Well—“
And, luck be there, Louis’ phone vibrates at that exact moment.
Niall lunges for it before Louis can. “It’s from Liam!” he laughs as he holds it in the air as Louis
struggles to grab it.
“What does it say? Is it a rejection? He’s probably just jealous cuz Zayn fancies me!”
“Zayn fancies you?” Niall laughs, surprised, as he continues to keep the phone out of the realm of
Louis’ arm span.
“Yes! Maybe! Probably!”
With a shake of the head, Niall unlocks the text. “Party in an hour at Priory Hotel. Bring
swimming trunks. See you there!” he reads, before tossing the phone to a grasping Louis. He nods
in approval. “That’s a nice place. You’ll have fun.”
But Louis is still getting over the bit about swimming trunks. “Is there a pool there?”
“Yeah. A damn good one, too.”
“Shit. I haven’t exercised in ages. And I’m pale as the moon! I can’t just put my body on display
when I’ve such little time to prepare! I’m not going,” Louis says, setting down his phone with
steely determination and resolutely ignoring Niall’s rolling of the eyes.
“Don’t be a cunt, just go. It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t be paler than Harry.”
“Oh, but fuck. He’s going to be such a piss ant about all this, isn't he? He probably won’t even let
me in.The prat.”
“If the boys are inviting you, then you’ll be allowed. Now calm the fuck down and get ready. I
gotta go soon.” Niall whips out his own phone and begins tapping out a text. “I’m having Rory
pick up a few things for me. Do you need swimming trunks?”
“I’m not having Rory buy me swimming trunks.”
“He won’t. I’ll buy them.”
“I don’t need your money!” Louis immediately spits like a baby kitten. “I’m not a charity case. I
can afford—“