Young & Beautiful

With a fucking falcon on his arm.
Because, yes, Harry Styles has a fucking falcon. He's got the protective arm sleeve and
everything. On top of that, he’s adorned in a pink suit and gray satin bowtie. At a pool party.
What the actual fuck?
“Louis!” a voice suddenly exclaims from behind, and oh, praise the heavens, it’s Liam, wearing
tiny black trunks (nice abs, Liam, ten points to Gryffindor) and holding a champagne glass. Zayn
is at his side in a white button up rolled to his elbows and light brown slacks, fedora in place.
“There you are! I’m so glad you’ve come!”
“Why do you always think I’m not going to come?” Louis asks, shaking his hand, then Zayn’s.
Liam shrugs. “I suppose it's because I’m not sure if I would go to all these strange gatherings
hosted by strange people I barely even know.”
“Well. I like strange people and I like strange gatherings even more,” Louis grins impishly, and
Liam laughs his approval as Zayn smirks. “But what exactly is happening right now?”
“How do you mean?” Liam asks, puzzled.
“Well, I come here and Harry Styles has a bird on his arm," Louis says, he hopes not too
unkindly. "What is that…about?” He's playing nice.
Zayn laughs out loud and it’s quite a marvelous laugh, soft and pleased, and Louis can’t help but
feel a tiny bit proud of himself. From what he’s gathered, Zayn is a bit of a stoic character and any
chance to see that genuine smile—which is gorgeous, in all honesty—is appreciated.
“He just got him,” Liam says, smiling. “He’s so cute. Would you like to pet him?”
Louis stares.
“Is nobody seeing the issue in this?" he plows on, quirking an incredulous brow. "That he’s
currently in possession of a bird of prey? I’m almost certain that’s against the law.”
“No, no. I’m actually good friends with the president of PETA, so he should be fine," Liam smiles
effortlessly. He belongs in a toothpaste commercial.
Louis continues to stare. “You’re good friends with the president?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Naturally." His tone is flat. "That makes sense.”
“He’s a wonderful man.”
“All right.”
Zayn smirks. “Liam’s friends with everyone over forty.”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are. You can’t help it, love.” Zayn’s eyes slide to Louis. “But don’t worry about the
bird. I’ll make sure he’s given a proper home.”