teeth [styles triplets x louis]

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ahem, Edward is blonde, if you don't like it leave. ^^

Louis' POV

School just got out, and me, Liam and Zayn are on our way to the club, 'cause it's friday, and we go after school every friday. We know we're underage, but we honestly don't care and do it anyway.

We have fake IDs and we change our friends' contact names to mum or dad, just to make sure. We're careful. Well, Liam is careful, neither me or Zayn care. Well, I care, but I can't show it, because I have to keep up my facade that I'm a bad boy and don't care about anything. You might be wondering why I fake it, and it's because I just got mixed in with the wrong crowd. My mom has tried to change my ways, be myself, she knows I'm a good person. She's one of the only people that know who I really am. Just her and my sisters.

We were pulling up to the club, and when we got out of the car, we were immediately met with blasting music. I winced, I have sensitive ears. I also really didn't feel like drinking tonight, but I had to, since we were already here. And if I told them I didn't want to drink, they would think something was off, but little did they know when I was around them, everything was off.

I decided to suck it up and take it like a man, and walked in the club with my head held high. We were at 17BLACK, one of the nicest clubs in London. I was trying to think of ways to get out of doing anything, but there were none.

I'm small, and very much built like a stick bug. That being said, I can't really defend myself worth a crap, so Liam and Zayn feel the need to stay by my side everywhere I go. It's really annoying.

We got to the bar, and I jumped up on one of the stools, ordering a drink that I knew was really low on alcohol. I'm only 5'3, so I need to jump everywhere, and I'm an easy drunk, due to my small figure.

I started dazing off into space, looking behind the counter, lost in my own head. I was thinking about how much fookin homework I had to do when I got home. I don't think I'll ever finish it.

"Louis, you ok mate?" Zayn asked, waving his hand in front of my face, effectively snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah, 'm fine," I mumbled, setting my chin on my fist, and my elbow on my knee, looking around the club.

There were people dancing, people drinking, people talking, and people smoking. There was a clear smoking/no smoking side, but nobody was following it. It annoyed me a bit, when people broke the rules like that, but there was nothing I could do about it.

When I was looking around, I noticed three guys that looked identical, except one had blonde hair, walk up to the bar, but I didn't pay much attention to it, spinning my barstool around to talk to my friends and drink. 

We were just chatting, a little tipsy, when I noticed the three men from before, staring at me. I scowled at them, flipped them off, and looked away. I finished my drink, and hopped off the stool, catching the men staring at me again.

I rolled my eyes, walking to the bathroom, getting annoyed. I could hear someone come in behind me, but didn't care, and just took care of my business.

"Well you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say behind me.

My head turned around, and I saw a man with jet black hair and brown eyes. He was not attractive at all. 

I grimaced just looking at his face, and he walked up to me, and cornered me against the wall. Shit.

"Why don't we have some fun, tiny?" I winced, looking away, trying to get his hot breath out of my face.

"Why don't you stay away from what's mine, Grimshit." I peeked around his hip and saw a blonde man, he's the blonde man that was staring at me earlier!

My eyes widened, when the man started begging for the blonde to forgive him, but he shook his head and chuckled.

I had to stop myself from screaming when the blonde punched the other guy straight in the jaw.

I just stood there frozen in my spot watching this guy beat the absolute life out of the other.

It was about 2 minutes later, and the guy was knocked out a long time ago, but he kept going. The two other twin-people ran in and yanked the blonde off of 'grimshit', and I was relieved.

"Hello darling, I'm Edward," He held his slightly bruised hand out to me, and I reluctantly shook it, and he smiled when I did. It was beautiful, to say the least.

The other two held out their hands, the one with glasses telling me his name was Marcel, and the one with hair down to his shoulders told me his was Harry. I told them I was Louis, and they smiled.

"You're not old enough to be here, are you love?" Edward asked me and I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I am."

All three of them chuckled, and Edward told me they knew I was only around 16/17, and I blushed, am I really that easy to figure out, or did they just know?

"You're just very easy to read, love." Marcel told me, wait, did I say that out loud? "No, we just know what you think love."

"Humans can't do that, you creeps." I said, noticing that some-fucking-how, Edward was now holding my phone, and most likely swapping numbers with me. How the fuck did he do that.

"We never said we were human, little one." Edward was still looking at my phone, probably putting all of their numbers in there. Harry smacked Edward on the back of the head and said through gritted teeth, "You're not supposed to tell him that." Then smiled at me.

"You might want to get back to your friends now, yeah?" Marcel said, putting his hand on the small of my back, snatching my phone back and handing it to me, walking out of the bathroom while Harry and Edward were still arguing, it was quite funny.

"I know right?" He whispered in my ear, and it sent shivers down my spine, this man was hot, nobody could deny that. All three of them were.

"I have a question," He hummed, and I continued, "How has nobody seen what happened in that bathroom?"

"Because Harry owns this club, darling. If he doesn't want someone finding something out, no one finds out." He said, smiling down at me.

"Wait- you three are the fucking Styles triplets and you didn't tell me?" I was almost yelling, but I could somehow hear Marcel telling me in my head to not cause a scene.

"We like to make genuine impressions, not biased on who we are, especially to someone as special as you, little one." I blushed, and turned my head away, trying to find Liam and Zayn, successfully.

He leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "I'll talk to you later, baby boy." It caused goosebumps to go up my arms, and he smirked, and walked back in the direction of the bathroom, leaving me gobsmacked beside the bar, and Liam and Zayn came up to me chuckling, already starting to ask me questions on my new crush.

I ignored them and walked away.

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1256 words

October 11, 2021

Here's the first chapter, lolz

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