Young & Beautiful

Five.
Louis bites back the surge of annoyance that floods him and instead settles for another swig of
wine.
“This is going to be fun,” Louis breathes through gritted teeth, and Zayn glances at him with a
light smirk.
“Harry,” Zayn greets lazily, head tilted to the side.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” Harry purrs, and passes one of his lilies to him as dabs a kiss to his
lips. “Hold this at all times. Lilies make everything better and I refuse to talk to anyone who isn’t
holding one.”
Oh for fuck’s sake.
Louis bites back yet another surge of distaste with yet another gulp of wine. This is going to be a
long day.
He sits there as Harry and Zayn chat, clutching his wine glass a little too tightly, and waits for the
inevitable “Louis Tomlinson” and all the fake charm that he’s so accustomed to. Perhaps he’ll
double his efforts to win Louis over since yesterday was such an utter disaster for him.
Harry smiles one last dead smile at Zayn before he disengages himself from the conversation.
“You look perfect, by the way. I should’ve snatched you when I had the chance. Shouldn’t I
have, ladies?” Harry grins, his arms sliding over the shoulders of the stack of girls on either side of
him as Zayn’s smile falters very momentarily (odd).
“We’re all very impressed,” Louis grumbles quietly, rolling his eyes.
And there, he’s spoken. Now he’s going to get the classic Harry act and have to deal with—
“Liam, love!” Harry calls suddenly, looking straight through Louis, and walking past him as if he
were an insect on a log.
What the fuck?
Appalled, Louis twists in his seat and watches him depart with his harem, hoping very much that
his jaw is not too dropped. He whips back over to Zayn.
“He just ignored me. That wanker just ignored me!”
Zayn shrugs. “He does that sometimes. Probably for the best.”
“Of course. No, of course you’re right. I’m happy he’s not talking to me,” Louis fake laughs
before delving into a half-assed conversation with Zayn, fervently ignoring the outrage and
wounded pride that have settled in his bones.
**
Harry ignores Louis throughout the whole fucking picnic. He also chooses to give lilies to every
single person (even the servers) except Louis.
Even when Louis whips out a bitchy comment, it’s met with complete indifference, Harry opting
to either check his phone, sip his wine, or bury his giggling face into one of the girls’ necks.