kalon l.s

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                          LOUIS' POV

muffled laughter and cheers filled the flat. i groaned for the hundredth time today. harry and niall have been playing fifa for two hours, while i have been writing my music history paper.

"YES! i fuckin' told you i'd win, ya dickhead." nialls Irish accent could be heard from the ice cream place down the street at this point.

"oh my fucking god." i muttered under my breath while getting up. i saved my one page paper - three pages required, but the two wankers in the living room don't seem to like that plan. - and closed my computer.

i put on a old man u hoodie and some grey chip stained sweat on. i usually walk around in my briefs, but princess harry would call me impolite and rude. we all know he stares at my ass i catch him doing it all the time.

walking down the hallway i see a head of dark curls sitting back on the coach with his middle fingers up pointed towards a blonde doing the irish jig. "who won? oh that's right, ME!" niall pointed to himself.

i rolled my eyes and made myself present by slapping my hands on the coach near harry's head while saying "would kindly shut the fuck up for once. i'm trying to write a paper."

harry threw his head back with a loud cackle vibrating through his chest. showing off his dimples and white teeth.  "you're doing homework. oh my, are you actually growing up?" he says with a set of giggles following.

i do my homework all the time. i just don't talk about and somehow brag about school work.

i furrow my eyebrows, looking at him like he is insane. "excuse me, i do my work i just don't shove it up my ass and talk about it all the time like you do." i grin sweetly faking worry.

rolling his eyes, he goes to respond but niall interrupts. "both of you can shut up. you two are going to have to suck it up and come with me and the lads to a bar to night. i think liam got that ticket to a law convention or something. i don't really remember." finishing his sentence by plopping on the coach.

i genuinely smile at that. liam had been talking about it forever. it's a three day thing a few towns over. he said it would be very informative. he works his ass off, barely finds time to relax the two months trying to find a ticket for that convention.

"alright, i'm down." i reply while i walk to the fridge getting a bottle of water.

"yeah i'll go too." harry added.

i walked back to the coach and ran my fingers threw my feathered hair. i pull a fake smile,"oh yay! we get front row tickets to see harry get his dick wet." i fake cheer.

nialls head was thrown back while harry just shook his head with a small smile. "aw is someone jealous? do you want to suck me off or something?" he pats my shoulder.

now it's my turn to laugh loudly. "oh that's rich. you wish i'd put my mouth on you. i'm sure it'll be easy finding someone else though." i'm not slut shaming .... we'll kind of. he does it to me too!

i undo the cap on the water bottle, letting the cold water coat my throat. letting a satisfied sigh leave my lips, turning towards niall and asking "when are we leaving ?"

at this point niall is scrolling through his phone. he looks up quickly then back down again. "oh uh i'm not sure. i'll text liam."

i let my eyes wonder to the telly where the fifa lobby is waiting for them. trailing my eyes to the pile of harry's shit near the coffee table-great he's staying the night- i roll my eyes and push the groan back down my throat.