larry stylinson smut (one shots)

"I'm not gay" part 2

"It's a whatever-you-want-it-to-be club."

With that said, Louis takes my hand and drags me into the crowd, where I lose my grip from him. There are all sorts of people around me, all of them are dancing and holding a drink in their hand. I spot a blonde girl and decide to walk over and talk to her.

She sees me as I'm approaching her and before I can open my mouth to greet her, she speaks up. "Hey, wanna go sit down? My feet hurt."

I nod, so she takes my hand and leads us over to one of the couches near by. We sit down and I look into her blue eyes, which are a bit darker than Louis', but they're still pretty.

"So, are you gonna say something or are we just gonna sit here and stare at each other?" She says sarcastically and I realize she has an American accent.

"Oh-ah, yeah, sorry." My words stumble over each other, which causes her to smile softly. She's very pretty. "You're not from here, are you?"

"No, I'm not." We begin talking casually. We're probably the only two people in the room who aren't holding a drink. I know Louis said they wouldn't ask for my ID, but I'm still a bit scared to go an order a drink myself. "I'm Taylor, by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry." I decide to keep the conversation going because, whether we end up hooking up or not, Taylor seems like a very nice girl. "So, what brings you to London?"

"Oh, I'm just here to celebrate a friend's birthday." She says. "We went to college together in the States, but she's from here, actually."

"What's her name? Maybe I know her." I most likely won't know who her friend is, but I'm trying my best to keep my conversation with Taylor going.

"Her name's Eleanor, Eleanor Calder." She says and, like I predicted, I don't know who this girl is. "Oh, look, she's right there actually." She starts waving her hand, but I don't look at where she's waving. "Oh. She's talking to a guy, who is that?" I do look in that direction now. Not because she mentioned a guy, I'm not gay, but because I want to keep talking to Taylor, of course.

But just as I turn to look at Taylor's friend and her mystery man, I see him. There he is. He's the mystery man.

"Oh, shit." I let out.

Taylor hears it and she looks back at me, but I'm not looking at her anymore. "What? Do you know him?" She asks.

Know him? Well, not exactly. But he has fingered me and tied me to his bed.

"Yeah, well, sort of." I say. "I mean, I know his name. Louis Tomlinson."

"Louis? That's Louis?" Taylor says and I turn my attention back to her, not looking at Louis flirting with her friend anymore. "Oh wow, El wasn't kidding when she said he was short." She says laughing, and I laugh a little bit too. "But she wasn't kidding about him being hot either."

"Wait, so, she's mentioned him before?" I ask Taylor, both of us switching our gazes from each other to the flirting couple.

"Yeah, she told me that she met this really cute guy at a bar awhile ago and that they starting talking and getting to know each other and that she really likes him." Taylor explains. "But they've never hanged out outside of this place. They haven't even asked for each other's phone number yet. Like, that's the first thing people usually do when they meet someone they like, right? Or at least his Instagram. Do you guys not do that here?" She asks, and I can tell she said the last thing as a joke because she's smiling and sort of laughing.