Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

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Louis' POV:

"I can't believe you made me leave before that guy's gig was over," I whine as the three of us walk through the front door of our flat. "We should've stayed for the whole set." I huff.

"You're so pathetic," Liam says and I flip him off before collapsing onto the living room couch with a dramatic sigh.

"You don't even know who the lad is," Liam adds as Zayn shuts and locks the front door and nods in agreeance with Liam. "He could be a real bitch for all you know,"

"Liam, he literally didn't look like he would hurt a fly. Plus, he sings really well too and maybe I just liked listening to the songs. What's your point?"

"What I'm trying to say is why are you so interested in him all of a sudden? There have been loads of other good singers at the cafe, and you've never stayed to the end of any of their sets before," Liam folds his arms and wiggles his eyebrows as if he's just stumped me with his question.

I roll my eyes. "If you saw a stunning man who looks like a fucking Greek god, wouldn't you want to enjoy their company too?"

Zayn turns to Liam, raising his eyebrows and giving him the look. "Yeah, babe, would you?"

"I mean, yeah. Of course, I would," Liam shrugs, "That's why I'm dating Zayn. He fucks like a Greek god too," He grins shamelessly and I roll my eyes.

"Both of you are so fucking nasty and whipped for one another," I scoff. Zayn stifles a laugh of his own and kisses the top of Liam's head.

Zayn and Liam have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and they've found what seems to be the perfect relationship. It's just the right balance between romance and enemy-like tendencies with a little spice here and there.

They can and do make fun of each other and give each other shit about the most random things. But at the end of the day, they always know the other one is joking and that they love each other unconditionally.

I sit up on the sofa and kick my shoes off on the ground. Zayn walks over and sits down beside me with Liam right behind him. Liam stops and stares at us on the sofa. Three people are in a tight fit since it isn't a big sofa - it is more similar to the size of a love seat, which sits two.

"I'm not moving, Payno," I warn and he looks to Zayn for help.

Zayn shrugs and smiles back, cupping his hand against his mouth and mouthing something to Liam that I can't see. Liam smirks and Zayn lays back with his hands behind his head, seemingly content with whatever he's just told his boyfriend.

"So Louis," Liam says slowly, crossing his arms and looking at me with a funny look in his eye, "You're telling me that even if I was to smash Zayn right now while we watched whatever shitty show you put on, you still wouldn't give up your seat?" Someone come get these two an award for the horniest couple in London.

"It'd be like a Netflix and Chill type situation, but you're the third wheel on the same sofa as all the action," Liam emphasizes the word action with finger guns pointing to his crotch and Zayn quickly covers his mouth to suppress his quiet laughter.

I let out a groan at the thought and glare at Zayn, whose shoulders are now shaking from muffled laughter. I'm all too familiar with their PDA and especially their private exchanges. Apparently, London architects don't like putting soundproof walls in suburban flats and I've learned that the hard way.

"I'm not moving," I bluff. Two can play this game.

Liam shrugs and saunters towards Zayn, over-exaggerating the swaying of his hips. Zayn whistles at the sight, causing Liam to smirk smugly. He stands right in front of Zayn, who sits up on the sofa. Zayn looks as though he's trying to decide whether to look up at Liam's face or to keep his eyes on Liam's crotch that's conveniently at eye level.