Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

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a/n: i'll put Spanish to English translations in the comment sections in case you don't speak Spanish!

Louis' POV:

"Oh god, Juan, you are so drunk," I grumble as I finally get him into the passenger seat of my car. If it wasn't for me hoisting my wobbly friend's arm over my shoulder as we left Duckies, there's no way he would be made it to the car without running into something or falling over. Juan Luis is just about as straight as his walk, which presently, is very crooked.

His voice is noticeably slurred as he babbles. The thick Colombian accent and his constant switching between English and Spanish (which he does a lot in the kitchen with fellow co-workers, or when he's drunk) make understanding what he's saying quite the feat. I wish I paid a little more attention in my secondary school Spanish classes.

"Mi primer y único amor. ¿Es demasiado pronto para llamarlo papi?" I buckle his seatbelt and he quickly becomes overly fascinated with his sweatpants strong as he giggles some more, "Do you think he'll marry me?"

"Juan Luis, you've known him for one night, so that probably doesn't justify a proposal and marriage," I contradict him, getting into the driver's seat and starting the car.

"No, está bien. Niall and I are in love, ¿no lo puedes decir? Silly, silly, silly Louis," He lets out a hiccup, and giggles. "Silly, silly, silly-"

"Let's get you home," I interrupt and head in the direction of his flat. "I think you need to get some water into your system, along with a healthy dose of sleep." Wow, I feel like a doctor.

Juan Luis says something else in Spanish and continues to play with his pant strings. I'm not fluent in Spanish, nor can I make out more than the basics, despite the constant chatter in the kitchen. Three chefs: Juan Luis, our boss Chef Benito, and Oscar speak it all the time in the kitchen between one another. I wonder if they're secretly gossiping about the rest of us because they know we're pathetically unilingual.

"You'll probably forget that all of this happened with you and Niall by tomorrow if you pass out, so tell me what happened so I can remind you later," I tap Juan Luis' arm to break him out of his hazy trace.

"I won't forget my husband." The strong smell of alcohol coming from his direction indicated otherwise. "Mi papi, mi esposo," He continues, sighing like he's the main character in a romance movie.

I gently remind him that he's supposed to be telling me about these last few hours with Niall so I can recap the night tomorrow once he's gotten over his soon-to-be hangover. Juan Luis takes a few minutes to remember and then begins to go into detail about his night, only getting sidetracked on occasion.

"Okay, so once you left to go play with the balls-"

"I went to play pool, babe. Like billiards, which has absolutely nothing to do with sex."

"Same difference, you're gay. And balls are balls." Juan Luis rolls his eyes and laughs before continuing. "Niall sat down on the barstool next to mine when you walked away. Do you think his bum got squished when he sat down, Lou? It's such a nice bum but maybe it got flattened. If it was inflatable, I hope it didn't pop. It was really big, like so so big. Pero el culo de Niall está tan caliente,"

"Stay on topic, love," I remind him. "Let's move past from Niall's ass, yeah?" I have more interest in Harry's ass, not his best friend's ass if I'm being fully transparent.

"Mmm, I hope it's not a flat bum, 's so perky. Anyway, he said it was nice to meet me and treated me to a drink. He said Guinness was his favorite so I drank one of them,"

"You sure it was only one?"

"One, two... five?" Juan Luis guesses, only holding up four fingers as he estimates five drinks. "I wasn't counting. Tenía sed y la cerveza era buena."