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Louis' hips sensually move to the slow beat of the music, his once-perfectly-styled fringe is sticking to his forehead

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Louis' hips sensually move to the slow beat of the music, his once-perfectly-styled fringe is sticking to his forehead. He loves the clamy atmosphere of the club, loves the bodies carelessly colliding in one sweaty mess. He loves the taste of sweet alcoholic drinks on his lips, he loves the burn down his throat when he takes another sip.

He loves flirtily dancing with Niall and even clumsily dancing with Harry, but when a strangers hands find his hips and a body is pressed into his backside, a breathy whisper in his ear, that's what he comes to the club for.

"Do you know just how hot you are?" And in any other situation, his sassy self would have said something along the lines of 'yes, because your boner's pressing up against my lower back', but he quickly falls into his slut persona, turning around and pressing his hands against the broad chest. My mouth inching closer to the stranger's ear. "Why don't you show me?"

The guy's brown eyes fill with excitement as Louis wraps his arms around his neck. At least he tries to, but the guy is taller than expected and Louis, even standing on his toes, can only reach so far. He drunkenly falls into the guy's chest, giggling at his own actions. The stranger chuckles, obviously tipsy as well, but nowhere near as intoxicated as Louis.

The pair don't take the time for name exchanges, they both know what they want. Niall and Harry watch as they take off towards the bathroom stalls. "Isn't that Calum from your business class?" Niall yells over the music before taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I think so," Harry bites on his lip, and shrugs, "I thought he had a boyfriend though."

"It's not like Louis cares about that, especially not in this state." The fake blonde chucks the rest of his drink back. He should probably find a fling for himself, but he couldn't just leave Harry here by himself, especially since he is their ride home. "Where's Lauren? Didn't she want to come?"

"No, she had to study with a friend." The taller of the two dismisses. "C'mon, let's have fun until Lou gets back!"

•••

Louis is on his knees on the gross bathroom floor. It reeks of piss and puke, and most of the floor is filled with damp toilet paper but he doesn't mind as he fumbles with the button on the guys' way-too-skinny jeans. Calum is pressed up against a bathroom stall, his eyes closed and his lips bitten raw by Louis' and his own teeth.

His lower lip is attacked by his teeth again as Louis succeeds in pulling down both his jeans and his boxers in one swift move, not wasting any time. The small boy wraps his lips around the tip, his hand wrapping around the length. It doesn't take long before Calum is fucking into his mouth while moaning loudly, his hands tangled into the twinks hair.

"Close," Calum moans next and pulls away from Louis' delicious mouth, getting Louis on his feet and pressing over the bathroom sinks. Louis stares at them in the fogged up mirrors as his hookup kisses and licks down his neck, while his hands feel up his bum.

His eyes meet his own blue, dead eyes, but he hasn't got much time to dwell on it as his own pants are abandoned on his ankles, his panties shoved aside and a cock is roughly fucking into him. He bites his lips, from pleasure or pain.

"Calum, love, are you in here? We're going home." A voice shouts as a guy with colourful messy hair walks into the room. His eyes meet Louis' through the mirror and Louis can see a flash of pain, absolute heartbreaking pain, cross the guy's face.

"Shit," Calum whispers into Louis' neck and he's quick to pull out and put on his pants, as if it could suddenly be unseen. "Michael, I-"

But the guy, Michael, has tears in his eyes and makes a gesture for Calum to shut up. His eyes say 'I'll deal with you later'. Instead he turns to Louis and his face turns from broken to livid within seconds. "You. You stay the hell away from my boyfriend. If I see you ever again, even just looking at him, I'll-"

"Don't worry, a slut only fucks people once."

Hi everybody!

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Hi everybody!

The votes goal on the last chapter was reached, thanks for that. However I'd love to have more interaction with you all, please at least answer the questions under a chapter. More comments make me more eager to update so if you want more updates, please interact and who knows, we might become friends ☺️

There's two projects I'm doing that I'd like to tell you about!

1. Find me a date
I'm doing a "find me a date / best friend" match up on Instagram! Everyone can join, any gender, age, nationality, sexuality, ... You can join until the 4th of February 2021 and will be matched to someone with the same interests as you! You'll get the @ of your match on the 14th, on Valentines! Head over to my instagram @larry_smilinsonedits for more information and to sign up!

2. It's Your Birthday/ It's Been Deleted
The second project is really exciting 'cause we've been planning it for quite some time now. Stylinson_Larryxx and I are writing a book together! It is a murder mystery and obviously Larry Stylinson! Over on her page you'll find the actual book, make sure to add it to your library to not miss a thing! On my page you'll find deleted scenes, some background info, songs to tease new chapters, ... to get the complete story, add my book to your library as well! Our first chapter will be published at the end of the month!

Chapter questions:
♥ What do you think is next for the story?
♥ Was Lauren really with a friend? 🤔
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