Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

,,-Ez csak valami vicc ugye?-nevet fel kínjában, aztán hirtelen a barna hajúra förmed.-Mond Louis, hogy ez egy kibaszott vicc! Ez az egész valami rossz tréfa ugye? Nekünk nem lehet gyerekünk!"

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

Ezen nincs is mit magyarázni. Ebben a "kötetben" csupa olyan apró kis történetet olvashattok, amik csak úgy megszülettek a fejembe, és az ötlet kevés volt egy egész történethez, de tökéletesen elég egy one shothoz. :)