Young & Beautiful

the contents of his bag. And, oh. They’re not bad at all! They’re actually quite nice. “Your boy
did good!” he calls, holding the trunks up to himself. “I might just win best dressed.”
“Let’s hope so,” Niall says, tumbling out of his room in freshly purchased sporting clothes, price
tag still on his vermilion polo. Which looks ridiculous.
“Come here, you knob,” Louis says, shaking his head before unpinning it from the collar. He
gives him a final once over. “There. Good and proper. Off you go, then.”
“Good luck at the party,” Niall grins, mussing up Louis’ hair. “Show him who’s best!”
“I will. FYI, I’m going to be texting you the entire time.”
With one last shake of the head, Niall leaves.
So.
It’s Louis vs. Party right now.
Game. On.
Chapter End Notes
This was one of those boring, necessary chapters. Le sigh.