Escapade - Larry Stylinson (Re-write)

XI - House Party

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault (The scene is marked at its beginning and end so you can read around it. The scene can be skipped if needed)

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 The party was held in one of the mansions not far away from Louis' house. The entrance was past a large white gate and through the front garden where a closed off pool waited. The house itself was as all expensive houses appeared—large, white and gold, and perfectly symmetrical from the front. A few groups of people were outside in the grass, talking and drinking. One girl was held against a tree as her partner penetrated her, and another couple were having fun among the gladioli. Louis couldn't help but watch them, so intrigued by how unashamed they were that he stoped to stare. Niall pulled him away. They walked up the steps where three people were rolling around shirtless, kissing each other; while another group were smoking a particular plant with a very strong smell.

"If I die in there, you'll tell my mam that she was a gem, won't you?" Niall said, turning from the door where music was blaring, to Louis who stood beside him. There was no hiding how out of place they both looked.

"If I die, tell Lilly that he's the best. Tell him that I'm sorry for the time I was daydreaming while pretending to throw the ball, and I'm sorry for how long it took me to realise that I was still holding it in my hand."

They both nodded very unconfidently at one another, and opened the door.

They were immediately hit with the blaring noise of muffled music coming from the speakers in each room, the heat of bodies dancing, and the smell of hundreds of cups of alcohol.

Louis was rather reassured when he saw no flashing lights, and he could get away from the music, if he found a room without it.

They walked in, ignored by everyone until a tall and beefy man in a black tee-shirt wandered up to them. He was dressed as a bodyguard, but Louis recognised him as the second year at his school—making him only sixteen.

"Hey! I'm Andrew!" He shouted over the music, "What are your names? I need to put you on the register!"

Niall shouted their names back, and the boy wrote them down on a crinkled piece of paper. "Right, good! This is Stacy Manson's party as I'm sure you know! She's in the dance room—or dining room—whichever you prefer! You can leave your coats on the rack under the stairs! Refreshments are in the bar on the right! Drugs and smoking are only permitted outside and keep the lids on your drinks! Okay, lads?!"

Louis and Niall nodded, and Andrew waved them on their way with a smile. Niall wasn't wearing a coat, and knew perfectly well that Louis would refuse to give his Burberry garment up, so they went to the bar. It was busy, as were seemingly all of the rooms downstairs, but quieter as there was no music playing. The chatter of people didn't bother Louis—in fact, he quite liked it. It gave him the reassurance that no one was looking at him.

"Ah—so much drink!" Niall said, walking up to the bar table. A large cabinet stood behind the bar with rows and rows of drinks in. Louis had drank alcohol before, but in family gatherings only. Niall, who was underage, had never drank in his life and appeared quite taken aback by the wide range of choices. As they were contemplating which drink was best, a girl with bright pink and blue hair walked up to them from behind the table.

"Hi! I'm Melody! What can I get you?"

"This is very professional." Niall said, "Are you being paid?"

"No, I'm Stacy's cousin! She asked me to do the bar!"

"Oh, I see." Niall said, turning to the drinks. "Can I have the same as him?"