here's a longer chapter just cause haha. probably should have made it two chaps but whatever lol
how you liking the story so far? lmk A/N)
Louis' POV
"I saw in the news you're in a relationship. Mikayla's her name? The Victoria's Secret model?" Liam questions, turning his head to look both ways before crossing the road.
"Yeah," I sigh, following his lead to the nearby pub.
"Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?" He teases, nudging my rib.
"Eh, sex is great. Don't have much to talk about though," I shrug, hopping up onto the curb.
"Ahh," Liam nods, opening the door to the bar.
"Yeah. Not much of an emotional connection," I explain.
"Well, look who it is!" Liam announces, directing my attention to two familiar lads.
Harry's eyes widen to the size of saucers once he spots me. I meet his gaze with narrow eyes, and he quickly looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his rings.
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I guess not much has changed...
"Hey guys!" Niall greets us both with a smile. Liam and I take off our masks, sitting next to them at the bar.
"What're you drinking, Ni?" I ask, shoving my mask in my pocket as I sit.
"Whisky," He nods to the bartender, who slides me a glass.
"Thanks," I call out, earning a "you're welcome," from the bartender.
"Have you guys given any more thought to the offer?" Liam asks, addressing the reason for our reconciliation.
"Yeah, Harry and I we're just talking about it. We're down," Niall speaks for the two of them.
Harry says nothing, he just stares ahead and sips down his entire drink. Once there's nothing left he places the glass on the counter and motions the bartender over with two fingers.
"We got a lot to catch up on. Do you guys wanna hit up Le Lieu de Nuit later for drinks and a good time?" Liam suggests.
"We're drinking now, aren't we?" Harry turns to him, speaking for the first time since our arrival. His eyes are red-rimmed and his words are slightly slurred.
"Yeah, I guess-"
"We'd love to. How's about we get there 'round eleven?" Niall cuts Liam off, rubbing Harry's back in between his shoulder blades.
His actions stir some weird feeling inside me. I shouldn't have any kind of reaction to that but for some reason I find myself irritated as fuck.
"Sounds good. I'm gonna head out and fill Mikayla in on everything, see you lot later," I stand up, put my mask on and head out without looking back.
