Niall |DISCONTINUED|

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Awkwardly written slight sexual content.

Louis pressed forward, grinding into Eleanor who's mind seemed somewhere else. The plaid blue covers hid their naked bodies that were somehow exposed to the the harsh chill of the wind that had found ways to slip through the cracked window of Eleanor Calder's bedroom.

He continued, only stopping when he realised how much Eleanor wasn't into it. "What's wrong?" Louis panted. He pushed himself up and hovered Eleanor all whilst staring into her eyes.

"You really messed up today Lou." Eleanor said, pushing Louis off and gathering her clothes.

Louis gave her a confused look, gathering his clothes with the same urgency. It was clear that Louis did not understand what her unclear issue had to do with him as he still wore the same confused look from earlier.

"What, that thing with Niall?" Louis questioned, still shirtless and confused. Eleanor nodded her head and proceeded to speak.

"How do you know about that?" Louis said.

"Everyone knows about it." Eleanor noted, taking her time to button her shirt.

"I did it too you know. Well I suppose that's why we're having this talk." Louis admitted. Eleanor retracted, but not enough for her lover to notice.

"Wait, you threw condoms and stuff at Niall Horan? I only said you because you didn't do anything, but you did it too?!" Eleanor asked. Louis nodded shamefully and Eleanor tried to sympathise.

"You know, one time I punched this girl in the nose. Yeah, when she was knocked out. Because this girl, she used to call me all sorts names and trip me up in the halls every day in seventh grade. Hailey Swanson." Eleanor laughed in a reflective way. "Did you apologise to Niall?" Louis scoffed, heading out to the back of his pickup where he left his shoes.

"Did you aplogise to Hailey Swanson?" Louis retorted.

"She was a total bitch." Eleanor frowned, tapping her bare foot on the ground. "What did Niall Horan ever do to you though?" Eleanor leant back against the car and looked up at Louis who replied;

"Absolutely nothing."

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On the other side of town, Zayn Malik sped into the driveway of Perrie Edwards home coming to a death defying stop. If there was one thing Zayn loved, it was speed. Perrie was cool too, but being behind the wheel was better, at least for him it was.

"And that Darling, is why someone lost their license." Perrie commented, still laughing from the intense speed. Sophia laughed along asking why she let Zayn drive to which she shrugged and Zayn cut in.

"I don't need a license if they can't catch me." Zayn swung the keys back and clutched them in his right hand. Perrie lead the way into the home and rushed up the stairs.

Zayn Malik trailed behind the two girls, taking his time ascending the staircase. He occasionally stopped to glance at the decor of the fine home. Perrie was trailing mud on each step and Zayn almost stopped walking to wipe the grime, but quickly moved on, careful to avoid the mess.

"Let's check Sophia's twitter." Perrie said, a scandalous approach laced in her tone.

They raced the staircase and Perrie tackled the girl, landing on the bed and rolling over top of her to secure the laptop.

"Whoa, why don't you two kiss while you're at it." Zayn seemed amused, chewing his gum and turning to smirk down at the girls. Perrie pressed her lips to Sophia's and they sat stagnant, un-moving before she pushed the other girl's head away with a laugh and sat up on the bed.

"Don't. Be. Stupid." She said, making a move with every word until she was up against Zayn, legs wrapped around his torso. She detached herself and proceeded to check Sophia's twitter. The two did no more than scan DM's of which Perrie had seen way much more of the football team than Zayn approved.

Sophia laughed and slid Perrie's laptop across her mattress. Zayn sat behind the two girls, watching idly before offering his opinion on what they should do.

"We should post the video." Zayn stated, snatching the laptop and opening YouTube. He typed his login information and transferred the video from his phone to a file on the laptop.

"What should we call it?" Zayn asked looking back. Perrie shrugged, obviously wanting no part in it all.

"Just call it Niall Horan." Sophia offered. Zayn typed the simple title in.

"Category?"

"Camp sports... pitching tents?" Zayn laughed at Sophia's idea.

"Favourite movie?" Zayn asked.

"Boogie Night." Sophia shot.

"Drink?"

"Blow job." This came from Perrie who felt uncomfortable with joining in, but did so anyhow.

Zayn submitted the video to YouTube and immediately sent a link to each and every one of his contacts.

"Now what?" Sophia questioned.

"We wait." Zayn answered, sitting back on the bed and cracking his knuckles. Niall Horan was in for it.