camboy.

Five.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I heard my phone ringing, shoving my hand in my pocket I picked it up, answering it without checking the ID.

"Hiya Mate! Party tonight?" I heard the blondes Irish accent ring in my ear. Immediately waking me.
"Uhh-- Yeah. Yeah.. What time?" I spoke groggily, licking across my chapped lips.

I heard Niall shuffling on the other side while trying to speak too me, "Um um.. 11."
I nodded before realizing he couldn't see me, "Yeah, I'll see ya then!"

With that, I hung up, slouching back on my couch again and scrolling through my phone, I noticed I had 2 missed calls from Harry.
I decided it would be smartest too call him back.

The phone rang as I waited for the curly head too pick up.
"Hello, Harry here. Sorry I couldn't answer the phone. I'll get back too you."
I rolled my eyes, fucking voicemail.

I coughed softly before I heard the phone beep, "Err. Hey, it's Louis. Get back too me?" With that I hung up.

I got up from my couch that I'm pretty sure had my body basically imprinted into it.
I made my way too my bedroom, rummaging through my drawers.
I decided on some black skinny jeans and a white T-Shirt with some cool designs on it.

I quickly changed into the clothes, walking too my bathroom and looking in the mirror. I ran some water through my hair and combed it out before my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

I took it out and answered the call, pressing speaker and placing it on my counter while I continued too design my hair.

"Niall, I'm kinda busy right n-" I was cut off by a voice which wasn't Niall's. But Harry's.

"You're never too busy too talk to me." I could almost hear his smirk form on his lips from the other side of the phone.

"S-Sorry." I stuttered. Yes, Harry did intimidate me. Mildly, in fact. I mean he was a large man, with tattoos and huge muscles, and I was here, being barely 5'8. While he was up there at 5'11.
I had fun tattoos, they where still meaningful of course. But all his tattoos seemed macho and such.

"What're you doing?" His voice rang through my ears. It seemed deeper. Raspier.

"I'm getting ready. Me 'nd Ni are gonna club tonight." I smiled while still fiddling with the strands of my hair.

"Do you have permission too do that from me?" He spoke. I was taken a back for a minute.

"Permission?" I questioned, stopping whatever I was doing.

"Lou.. You can't just go party with a guy I've never met." He chuckled.

"He's my best friend. I've known him longer than I've known you.." I frowned.

"What about that Michael boy? And I thought we where supposed too discuss rules."

I rolled my eyes at his words, "Whatever, Harry." And with that, I hung up, muting Harry's number and shoving it back in my pocket.

I began too brush my teeth before going back too my bedroom and slipping on some black and white vans. I rolled up my jeans at the ankles, slightly showing my "The Rogue" Tattoo.

I pulled out my phone, calling Niall, it was barely 8, we could get something too eat, right?

"Hiya!" I heard Niall's voice /blast/ into my ears.

"Hey Ni. Was wonderin' if we could catch a bite or something before the party?" I smiled.

"Yeah! That would be great! Than afterwards we have too go to the store and pick some things up, Mate."