Young & Beautiful

he then asks, jerking a thumb in Louis’ direction.
Wow.
Zayn looks to Louis. “Louis, mate, do you have any weed?”
“No,” Louis says, and allows the word to soak with his irritation.
Harry’s brow furrows. “How about pills, or anything like that? Does he have those?” he asks
Zayn, who is now apparently playing messenger.
Zayn looks to Louis again. “Do you have any pills or—“
Louis smiles out his impatience and places a gentle yet firm hand on Zayn’s shoulder.
“I hear him, love.” Zayn nods and continues to look expectantly at him while Harry looks
expectantly at Zayn. “And no, I’m fresh out of narcotics.”
Harry scowls, downing his glass of wine in one go. “Well,” he sighs, licking the remnants of the
purple liquid off of his ruby lips, “thank you for your trouble, beautiful. But I best be on my way.”
“So soon? I thought you were going to serenade us when the sun went down,” Zayn muses.
“I thought you were,” Harry counters, poking a finger into Zayn’s chest. “I miss your
professionally trained falsetto.”
“I was waiting for you,” Zayn smirks and they grin at each other.
Harry brushes his creamy knuckles against the caramel of Zayn’s cheekbone. “That’s what makes
you beautiful, darling. Text me when you’re back.”
With that, he presses a chaste kiss to Zayn’s lips and turns on his heel, the light of the sun
illuminating his velvet back, the lilies hanging limply in his grip.
“I think I’m going to leave as well. I’ve got homework I absolutely need to do.”
Without missing a beat, Harry spins around.
“You know what, Zayn, I may just stay after all. The girls are enjoying themselves.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Subtle,” Louis glares, and though Harry does not return his gaze, he visibly smirks.
Zayn shakes his head as he looks between the pair, just as Liam joins them.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Liam asks Louis, eyes wide.
“I am indeed. Homework. You know. Being a student and all that.”
“Can’t you just get somebody to do it for you? Just for tonight?”
“Uh…”
“He’s a good student, our Louis. Likes to do his homework himself. Don’t you?” Zayn asks.
“Not really, no. But I need to try because I need to do good here. So, lads, it’s been a pleasure,”