Young & Beautiful

Louis smiles cheekily and dabs a quick kiss to Niall’s nose before flitting away, out of reach.
Harry briefly watches them before flicking his eyes away.
“Let’s go to a party. Zayn, love, what’s a good party for tonight?” Liam asks, embracing Zayn
and staring up at him lovingly.
Zayn smiles in his drunken haze, rubbing his hand clumsily along Liam’s back. “There’s one at
the Kanes' summer house?” he suggests, smiling loosely and fumbling in his pocket for his
cigarette case.
“Perfect,” Liam coos, nuzzling him.
“Well , let’s go, then!” Louis exclaims (and he really shouldn’t, should instead be suggesting that
they all go home and study and take showers, but oh well) before leading the pack away, thrusting
his wine bottle into the air and singing Celine Dion without an ounce of shame.
**
The drive to the Kanes’ is a blurry mess of shadow and laughter.
They clink glasses in the back of Niall’s limo before every drink. Niall guffaws at every word said
in between shots, Zayn laughs just as heartily but silently while clutching his fedora, Liam giggles
and fidgets in his seat, pelting corks at them all, and Harry thunders out a raspy:
“TONIGHT IS OURS, LADS!”
Roxy and Lullaby are on his lap, pouring champagne into his mouth and locking their fingers in
his bow tie and necklace. As one, everybody cheers at Harry’s words—except Louis—and
another round is poured, courtesy of Liam.
And though Louis could do without the disturbing image of Harry sticking his tongue down Roxy
and Lullaby’s throats (Louis’ still not sure which one’s which) he can’t really complain when he’s
sat in the back of a limo with his three mates, drinking champagne, on his way to what is promised
to be a smashing party.
So he toasts the night and laughs before Niall wraps him in a headlock.
**
The house is gorgeous.
It’s enormous, it sits amongst elaborate gardens, it has balconies and terraces, and the floors inside
are marble and polished to perfection. It’s fucking incredible, and if Louis wasn’t so drunk, he
would be speechless.
“THIS IS SO FUCKING HUGE!” he shouts over the booming noise as soon as they boys enter,
immediately greeted by a young man wearing spandex, holding a tray of pink shots.
“It’s not that big!” Niall shouts back, taking three of the offered shots and gulping them in mindbending
succession.
“You would say that.” Louis rolls his eyes.
“Come on then, boys!” Liam shouts, glee written clear all over his face as he takes Zayn’s hand
and charges forward without hesitation. Within seconds they’re completely lost in the sea of