'Till forever h.s.

The Breaking point (54)

A/N: Ive been writing non stop lately but got sick and had to take a break :( , reminder to go check out cherries and cigars.
Split POV chapter.

*READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END*

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And all the things that we dreamed about
They don't mean what they did before
I just wanna get back to us
Cuz we used to have more
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Niall's POV 6:53 p.m.

"Ugh," I groan loudly when Louis stretches over my back and puts all his body weight on me. The lad is bloody heavy despite his size. He tries to reach the other side of the mat and almost didn't make it because I slipped but he managed to put his hand on the red circle. His sweaty shirt stuck to my bare back in a gross manner, making me wanna throw him out the window but I was so close to winning, I can't give up now.

"Right hand in the air." The twister app lady says with her robotic voice, I almost snicker at the awful command until I realize it was directed to me. Shit. I'm in a push up position and all of Louis weight is on top of me, if I lift my hand I will definitely fall.

"Go on you," Louis complains yet again, his voice strained like he's the one keeping all the weight. Dramatic asshole. With trembling limbs, I pinch my eyes shut and painfully lift my right arm, barely making an inch away from the ground before I come crashing down. Louis falls right on top of me, his stomach crushing my back as we both let out yelps. He isn't all that bad but it feels like the air has been pushed out of my lungs, eyes watering because my left arm was still stuck under me.

I nodge Louis with my free elbow given he still hadn't moved and was just breathing heavily. "Get up you pig." I put as much aggression in my voice but couldn't help some humour slipping in as he grunted and moved away from me. I don't know why we keep doing this since it always ends up with us failing and falling to the ground but I guess it's our little guilty secret. Me and Louis were never the closest ones in the group, it was always about him and Harry and I kinda just stuck to the sidelines so it's nice to have something that's just ours. No offense to Harry.

Speaking of the motherfucker, where the hell is he?

"What time is it?" I ask Louis who was already up, getting off the ground and chugging a water bottle that I left lying around. Louis checks his digital watch, squinting a bit from the brightness before murmuring an almost audible '10 to seven.' "Wait shouldn't Davina and Harry be back?" They left a little after midday and the park wasn't all that far. Now that I think about it, me and Louis only started playing to pass time until they came back but we got caught up.

"You know Harry," Louis shrugs his shoulders, dropping down on the couch and turning on the tv, scrolling through the channels until it lands on some American football coverage. "He probably didn't find Zayn and decided to make out with Davina in the car." Even as he says it though, it doesn't seem like he's totally convinced of it, his voice still wavered with a bit of concern.

Louis has been going through so much stress lately though, I mean we all have, so I'm probably overthinking it anyway. After all, it is Harry we're talking about. I go along with Louis, plopping down on the couch besides him as he passes me one of the joints we rolled that game night, I reach for the lighter on my back pocket, lighting it and inhaling the smoke before I pass it down to Louis again. Our allies in the police said we had to be more careful than ever now, so it's been hard to get weed lately.

"Turn that shit off, put some GAA." I nudge his side to which I only earn a glare but he does so anyway, switching the channel until we find one playing the highlights of the last GAA game.