Niall
"I want to go home." I say as Louis orders us our second drink. We haven't been at this bar for long but it feels like it's been forever.
"The fun has only started. We've still got a long night of fucking shit up." He says as we're handed the pink drinks.
"I don't know what you're planning here. When a person gets cheated on and lied to they usually want to hang out with friends. Not the one they found on top of the person they lo-like." I say watching Louis sip his drink. Was I cheated on? I mean Harry and I aren't together. Is this how Tristan felt?
"That makes me the best person for talking about this with and where are your friends? Nobody really has friends Niall." He says trying to share hollow wisdom with me.
"There's Liam and Tara." I say knowing I haven't spoken with them in maybe a month. Harry is really the only person I know.
"Well friends are fake. We can just keep the fact that I'm fake right on the table. Makes this a lot easier." He says before crossing his legs.
I want to both hit him and look up to him for his 'wisdom'. He surely isn't right but he's not exactly wrong either.
"He doesn't care." I say shrugging watching the bartender stare Louis down. Ugh.
"He doesn't. He acts like it though." He says before hitting my arm. I cover the spot that is now turning red and look over at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"That's for pushing me." He says before pushing my drink closer to me.
"You better be a lightweight if you're drinking that little. We need to get drunk." He says as I shake my head.
"I should be in my dorm." I say watching Louis put his drink down on the bar top.
"Maybe we just need to get you a different guy. You'll never see these people tomorrow, so why not act slutty?" He asks turning around on his stool to scout the crowd.
"Because I have dignity." I say to the brunette feeling a pinch at my side. Probably for insulting his behaviour. He's very physical.
"I mean it Niall. We can find you a nice one. Or do you want a bad boy? Those are hard to tame though." He says as I roll my eyes. I know that. I spent three months taming one before he left me to go to Cheshire. Were he met your whore ass.
"Do whatever you want Louis. I'm not interested." I say stirring the drink.
"Okay. I'm tired of your depressing ass. Come with me." He says grabbing my drink and my arm. He pulls me into the dirty bathroom and pushes my drink to my lips.
"Drink up. Now." He says as he ruffles through his bag.
I listen to him and down most of the icy drink ignoring the the pain starting in my head for a brain freeze.
"Now shots." He says pulling small liquor bottles out of his bag. He hands two to me and begins to open his own. I eye him wondering why he carries these with him.
"They come in handy." He excuses before cracking one open. I slowly followhis actions and throw the alcohol down my throat grimacing at the taste.
"I usually don't use alcohol to cope." I say as Louis cracks another one.
"It's fun. You feel happy when you should be crying yourself to sleep. Just don't rely on it. That's called being an alcoholic." Louis says making me crack my first smile of the night. He's not wrong there.
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"Fuck I love this song!" Louis screams for the third time since 'wannabe' started. I guess he's a big spice girls fan.
Louis jumps around the crowded dance floor with me. I have no idea how to dance but I don't think anyone else here does. We all look so stupid.
I smile at the thought and begin to dance wider watching Louis laugh. When the song ends we down another drink after Louis claims that he needs to 'stay hydrated'.
"Oh my god!" Louis yells as a Rihanna song begins to blare in the humid club.
"LOUIS THIRTEEN AND IT'S ALL ON ME!" Louis yells the lyrics before pulling me away from the bar.
"Dancing time!" He yells as I laugh at him. Louis wouldn't be that bad if I didn't find him on top of Harry.
Louis and I jump around singing the song about demanding money and act stupid together. Maybe I did need this.
Until I was puking in the same bathroom we took our first shots.
"God it's purple." Louis says fascinated as he rubs my back.
"The fruit drink was red." I say before rubbing my mouth.
"Something was blue." I recall as Louis yells in the small bathroom.
"Harry's calling!" He says as He holds my phone.
"Ugh, decline." I say pressing the power button and watching my lock screen go back to normal.
"Are you done partying? Cause you just puked. That means you have more room for alcohol." He says as I laugh.
"We should probably call Harry to get a ride actually. fuck Uber." I say swearing on accident.
"Fuck Uber! But not Uber eats. Cause the food service is always fucking amazing." He says as I laugh.
"Like one time I got a pizza from this diner and I got my Uber to bring it and he was hot as- we should get pizza!" Louis suggests as I type a text to Harry.
*come get us. Bring pizza or don't bother showing up.*
*you're drunk?*
*obviously. We want pepperoni.*
After sending Harry the name of the club I shut my phone off and look at myself in the mirror. I look okay.
"We need to do this again Louis . You're not that bad."I say watching Louis smile.
"Okay. Nobody ever wants a round two of a party night with Louis. I never expected you to." He says as I shrug.
"Maybe I just need to let loose. It's been way too long since I got drunk and had a good time. Last time I did that I lost my virginity." I say watching Louis gasp.
"You haven't gotten drunk in that long?!" He asks shocked as I fix my hair.
"It's only been a few months." I shrug watching Louis stare at me with his jaw dropped.
"You were a virgin until eighteen?" He asks slowly as I nod.
"Well, almost eighteen." I say wishing I could have kept it for longer. But Harry had his way just like he always does.
"We're getting to the time of the night where I apologize for sleeping with your guy." He says as I laugh.
"You don't need to. Harry needs to. You didn't cheat on me." I say watching him smile at me.
"No. I didn't. Did I make a friend?" Louis asks as I laugh.
"I think you did." I say as Louis looks at himself in the mirror.
"Just don't touch me. I'm still royalty." He says as I laugh loudly.
"Do you think people care about us?" I ask watching Louis shrug. Before running his nails through his hair.
"Maybe our parents-"
"No, I mean do you think people mind us being in the womans bathroom?" I ask watching Louis look around at the girl hugging her crying friend.
"I don't think we're their main concern. Plus I have a better pussy than any of these hoes" He says turning to the door leaving me confused.
"It's metaphorical!" He calls as he walks out with me following.
Louis isn't that bad.
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