young & beautiful | harry's pov

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A/n: all parts with ✨ are written by me

✨ "You do realise that those people are people and not objects, Curly? And that they're not meant to be 'tried out'?"

Harry shakes his head.

He will not let Louis take up his thoughts, it was utterly embarrassing how many times Harry had thought about the blue eyed lad already. The way he speaks, dresses, and most of all, the uneasy, cautious, and threatening tone of voice Harry wasn't used to. At all. He was quite frankly adored at this school, of course, with his reputation and his abundance of money. So it surprised him when this Louis Tomlinson wasn't quite fond of him.

It really rubbed him the wrong way.

But no matter.

Instead, he fixed up his appearance, smoothing out his pale yellow suit, and fixing up his bowtie. He flipped the necklace over to the side it was supposed to be on, and ran a hand over his curls, trying to keep his mind off of Louis Tomlinson. The door rang, just to his luck. He sauntered towards it casually, opening the door with a giant, fake, nauseating grin that showed too many teeth. It was the two people he had called over earlier (Roxy and Lullaby? He was pretty sure), who smiled dazzlingly before him.

"Why hello," he greeted with a charming smile, one that he knew drew people in, and he could feel the couple already stick to him like glue. It was sickening, "Ready to go?"

"Of course," they both replied easily, too posh, in a way, nearly fucking suffocating Harry in their touches, and their need for affection. Harry just let himself be touched. He deserved it, it was their day.

"Let's go then," he purrs, leading them both, placing his hands on the small of their backs, while they caressed him with cologne and lipgloss. Harry tried not to flinch away. No one seemed to notice, no one seemed to care.

Except for Louis.

**

When Harry arrives, the first thing he sees is a pair of blue eyes.

It wasn't Louis' actually (to Harry's great relief), but rather, Niall's.

"Harry, mate!" Niall exclaimed, immediately standing up and walking towards him, a giant grin already plastered on his face.

"Niall Horan," he greets back in a velveteen voice, shaking his hand and flashing a charming smile, "How are you, m'boy?"
"Not as good as you, apparently. Who are your guests?"

"Oh. This is Roxy and Lullaby."

He hopes he got the names right.

"Which one's Lullaby?" a sharp tone cuts in. Harry could practically feel the glare from that direction.

So Harry ignores him. Again.

"Let us indulge now. After you, my darlings," Harry smiles, allowing Niall, Roxy, and Lullaby to walk in front of him.

He watched as Louis glanced at him, then the people he brought, clearly annoyed. Roxy and Lullaby were certainly beautiful, Lullaby having powder blue hair and a white dainty dress while Roxy had silky, golden, hair and fucking lavender eyes from the contacts he put in. His clothes were purposefully disheveled, screaming nobility and riches.

"How are you, Harry?" Zayn draws Harry out of his thoughts, watching him impassively, almost careful.

"Marvelous. You?"

"Impeccable."

"It's good to see you in such good spirits," Liam cut in, his lips quirked up in a small smile, and Harry could see Louis from the corner of his eyes studying him, taking in the scene.