Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 14

* A shorter one and the last one for tonight. Please comment 😈*

Two days later Louis decides that he needs to party his ass off. He needs to get pissed. And who better to ask to join him than Liam and Zayn- knowing that they'll be down for drinking without asking questions or wanting to talk about the dating sceme- opposite to Niall.

To wild dicks:
Lads, tonight - 8 pm pub! I NEEED to get shitfaced. You're joining.

Both of them awnsered in a flying second that they'll be there.

At seven he makes himself a pizza with some vegetables on it, as soon as he's done he starts drinking some vodka shots to get him in the mood. Or to be precise make the evening in the pub cheaper.

At half past eight he is fully dressed and ready to go out. He wears his thightest blue jeans, a black tee and the jacket of his favourite tracksuit, finished of with a pair of black vans. Quite proud of the way his body looks tonight he whispers some affirmations to the mirror. He always is a bit arrogant and too proud of himself when he's tipsy.

When he arrives at the pub, Zayn and Louis are already there, waiting for him in a booth with a spare pint.

"Lad, great idea!"

"Haven't been the three of us for a while."

"Yeah. I really need to blow off some steam. So thanks for the pint guys."

He lifts the pint to his lips and takes a big sip.

"I think this calls for shots."

"Oh hell yes, tommo! Tequila for everyone."

Zayn screams loud. Not only because the music is way too loud to speak normal but also because he is pissed already.
Louis takes off to get the shots, three for each.
As he feels a hand on his bicep.

"Hi handsome. Can I buy you a drink?"

Louis thinks the man looks familiar but he can't quit get a hold of it. Maybe they hooked up before.

"Yes. That would be great, I'm just doing some quick shots with my friends and than I'm all yours."

He winks before he leaves.

"Guys, there's a guy. I have to go back to the bar after these."

"Hurry than."

"Tommo's getting laid tonight."
Liam starts to sing. Earning a laugh from Zayn and Louis as well as he makes his way back to the bar after downing the tequilas.

The guy buys him his drink, no idea how many he already had- since he stopped counting long ago.

After that it goes black.

Till he wakes up, in a foreign bed, realising he must have gone home with the friendly stranger from the bar.
He checks his phone, sees that it's a bit before eight, reckoning he can still make it to his lecture at 9 if he leaves now.
He gets up, quietly sparing the person in the bed one last glance- with no intention of waking up the stranger as he can't even remember his name or what exactly they did. And overall he isn't quite the fan of the mornings after. Since he is naked, he quickly picks up the clothes he assumes are his and puts his trousers and jacket on, struggling with his shoes as he is close to the door.
As he reaches the door his eyes catch a letter, an envelope to be precise.
The colour scheme somewhat looking familiar. Too familiar.

It's addressed to a Nick. 
He looks around the room, and starts to recognise it from all the pictures Harry send into their group chat over the past year. He adds 1+1 knowing that Nick does not have a flat mate and realises why the stranger looked so familiar. Because he met him before.

'FUCK. Oh FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCk'

He rushes out of the appartment, screaming little fucks under his breath.

'Dear lord, this can't be happening. How could I be this hammered and not recognise him?? I can't have slept with Nick. Harry's ex. Jesus Christ. How am I suppose to confess that to Harry? That is the biggest betrail ever. You're such an idiot, Tomlinson.'

Not losing one thought about that there are always two responsabile.

Pictures from last night emerge in his brain. How Nick bought him drinks, how they started to dance or rather grind on each other in the middle of the dancefloor. How their eyes locked, filled with lust and hunger and how Nick whispered in his ear to ask if he would like to go somewhere more quiet. How they stumbled to his flat, nearly tripping over their own feet as the were too busy making out to pay attention. How he pushed Nick into his bed.. The bed were he made love to Harry. Were they cuddled and woke up together.
He thinks he is going to be sick.

He really did fuck Nick of all the people in the world.