CHEATER [ discontinued ]

3. Cigarette

[ note at the end ! ]

Harry thought it'd be a good idea to get outside and take a breather and surprisingly Louis agreed and Niall requested that he'd go with him.

So now the man is outside, leaning on the wall with a straight Irishman. "So," Niall said with his eyebrows raised. "Hm?" Harry hummed questioningly while taking a menthol cigarette out from his back pocket. Niall rolled his eyes. Maybe Harry really is stupid.

The curly haired man tucked the cigarette behind his ear to search for his lighter that was supposed to be safely placed in his breast pocket. The blonde one sighed and pushed his hands into his pockets with the tilt of his head and rubbed over his jaw with his shoulder. When Harry couldn't find his lighter he pouted at Niall.

He handed him a zippo lighter. You know. Those cool ones. "This is Louis'," Niall told the man cautiously and Harry nodded. It's Louis'. Of course he's going to take care of it. Harry flicked the lighter open and removed the cigarette from behind his ear to press it in between his lips.

"You seem pretty into Louis."

Harry flickered his gaze up towards the blonde as the flame created a little gloss against his forest green eyes. Then he smiled and his new friend smiled right back. Lighting the end of his cigarette, Harry took a calm inhale and held his breath for a couple seconds while his large hand pressed the stainless silver into his back pocket.

"Yeah." he admitted gently as the smoke exited his mouth when he parted his lips, gaze directed to the ground. A crooked smile was playing on his lips and Niall was grinning from ear to ear. That is so cute.

"That is adorable!" he exclaimed, jumping up once. "I bet you guys would be hot together."

Harry blushed and took another inhale. His shoulders raised and he began to slowly relax, eyelashes fluttering. "He'd be the hot one in the relationship." the man responded and puffed out some smoke to the side so that it wouldn't get up in Niall's face. The blonde simply rolled his eyes though and squinted.

"If you hang out with Louis," he started off and waved his hand. Louis is absolutely adorable. Niall thought to himself. Why would he be the hot one?

"You'll see he's actually pretty cute."

Harry knitted his eyebrows together and pouted after his fingers took the cigarette out from his mouth. "I've already seen that," he mumbled grumpily. He shook his head. "He's fucking sexy."

The curly haired man thought he had enough of his cigarette and flicked it to the ground for the heel of his boot to stomp on while Niall waved away the remains of the smoke that was still lingering in the air with a distasteful look on his face. "Don't smoke too much."

The man pouted. Whatever blondie prefers, Harry supposes. He then crossed his arms and the both of them walked back inside the club.

"Hello, gentlemen." Louis greeted once he saw the two, Harry and Niall waved and took the seats they had prior to Harry's "breather". Louis gave Harry a glass of water this time and didn't give Niall anything. The blonde took too many drinks from random strangers in one night.

Lighter. "Oh right," Harry hummed and lifted himself up from his seat to pull out the zippo lighter that Niall had given him a couple of seconds earlier before they re-entered the club. "Blondie let me borrow it." he answered when Louis knitted his eyebrows in confusion; how'd he get my lighter?

The bartender then nodded and gave Harry a grateful smile when he cleared out his random thoughts of, did he steal that from me? And, is he one of those stalkers or something?

That'd be pretty funny.

Because like- Harry is too attractive to be a stalker. But Louis would be pretty flattered if Harry really was one. "Thought you were one of those stalkers- not that I was saying that you could be one-" Louis explained when he saw the confusion and the frown on Harry's face.

The handsome man then grinned and chuckled to himself while shaking his head, resting his chin in the palm of his large hand while his elbow propped itself up on the counter, tilting his head to the side with a look of admiration. Louis is just so cute.

Especially when he's rambling.

Niall looked at the watch that was tightly wrapped around his wrist and hummed to himself while turning in his seat to face the curly haired man. "You should be going home."

Harry pouted, "Why so abrupt?" he let the bartender take the lighter and looked at Niall, sad puppy eyes and all. The blonde rolled his eyes as Louis giggled, pouring some odd acting customer a shot of water ("it's vodka.").

Niall looked at Louis for help when he walked back, wide eyes and pouted lips- y'know. The feathery haired bartender sighed and rested a hand on his hip with a blank expression as he tilted his head towards Harry. "It's late and you might have work tomorrow." he finalized.

The man pouted even more and crinkled his nose, sticking it up in defiance. "Not going."

"I know what might make him go home." Niall butted in obnoxiously and raised his hand up as if he were back in class, grinning eagerly. The feathery haired boy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and finger as he let Niall lean over the counter, rubbing over his wrists while the blonde told him what he thought would work, and, well, yeah. That could probably work.

But Louis didn't want to, but he really does want to be friends with Harry. But he still doesn't want to, because what if the curly haired man didn't actually want to be friends in the first place or summat? Niall nudged him and in return he got a gentle hit to his cheek. The blonde rubbed the spot with a crazy giggle and Louis huffed, gaze staring at Harry's forehead instead of making direct eye contact.

(Louis can't make eye contact without quickly looking away after a few seconds.)

Harry had a quizzical look on his face. "Want my number?"

Harry's eyes widened and he nodded while Niall was flailing his arms in the background; excited. The blonde chanted 'yes' under his breath when the man with sea green eyes nodded furiously, hands clenching into ecstatic fists. Louis then playfully glared at Niall when the Irishman cheered and a faint blush painted itself onto his cheeks, holding his hand out expectantly.

Harry placed his phone in the pretty boy's open hand and waited patiently for the number to be placed into his contacts. Niall could practically see Harry's aura brighten into glittery sun rays when Louis hands the phone back with a shy pout, eyelashes fluttering against his slightly damp cheekbones from sweating at the humidity of the club.

The curvy boy let out a 'hmph' and pushed his hand through his hair; tired. "Will you go home now?"

Niall raised his eyebrows and chuckled when Harry predictably nodded. The man was pleased that he got the pretty bartender's number and now he's going to annoy the brains out of him. He's smug about that.

"I will be going now," Harry announced and slipped down his still with a salute like wave, earning a tiny giggle from Louis and a grin from Niall. Harry's smug grin now forms into an even bigger one and he's out the door with a new number programmed into his phone.

Harry didn't even have to put his plan into action.

[ note ] OKAY HI AGAIN SORRY THAT THIS UPDATE WAS REALLY SLOW IVE BEEN PROCRASTINATING AND SUCH AND IM SO SORRY. I HOPE THIS CHAPTER WAS OKAY.

AND IF YOU ARE WONDERING FOR WHY THIS CHAPTER IS SHORTER, I DID SAY THAT I AM TESTING OUT WORD LIMITS AND IVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THE COUNT WILL VARY ON THE MAIN TOPIC OF THE NEXT ONCOMING CHAPTERS.

ANYWHO, THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING THIS; IT GIVES ME A LOT OF MOTIVATION. I LOVE YOU ALL, SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.