“Who is that?” Louis demands as Liam tries to pass them on the way back to the main building without being seen.
He stares straight ahead as Zayn answers with, “Liam. He’s worked here for the past two summers, you idiot.”
“Oh,” Louis replies. The sound of gravel crunching under their feet tells Liam that they’re following him. “Damn. When did he get so attractive?”
Zayn snorts. “You need to get your eyes checked, mate. We don’t slum it with the help.”
Liam knows his cheeks are red, and it’s not from the heat. He hikes his bags up on his shoulders, trying not to let it get to him. He knows what Louis and Zayn are like. This is nothing new. At least, that’s what he tries to tell his hands, but they’re still clenched tightly into fists.
“Wait, is he— he’s Styles’ friend, right?” Louis asks suddenly, and Liam grins because Harry, unlike him, has little self restraint, and maybe Louis would remind Zayn of that and Zayn would think before making another rude comment.
“Didn’t I just remind you not to slum it with the help?” Zayn asks.
Louis makes an annoyed sound. “I wasn’t planning on it.”