Sugar and Spice

Chapter 1

TW: foul language, snogging

LOUIS' POV
The door to my flat opened with a soft click, illuminating the space with the artificial light from the hallway. My shoes clicked on the cold hardwood as I walked to my bedroom, almost tripping around four times due to the lack of light. I finally flipped the light switch on in my room, the fluorescent light forcing me to squint. I toed off my shoes and threw my suit jacket on the floor. Flopping myself down on my pillowy mattress, I allowed myself to let my eyelids droop, the long day finally catching up to me.

​I felt my phone vibrate as it notified me of a new message. I groaned and pulled my pillow above my head. Three more messages popped up on my phone, refusing to let me sleep. I grabbed my phone and threw it across the room, only for it to start ringing. I was able to catch a glimpse of the caller ID before the phone flipped over.

​LIMAAA, it read. I sighed and struggled my way out of the bed. I reached the phone just before it turned off, answering it with a simple grunt.

​"Louis mate, you've got to answer your phone!" Liam exclaimed.

​"Not when I'm trying to sleep." I murmured into the speaker.
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​"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Louis, I had no idea!"

​"It's fine Liam, what's up?" Louis asked, sounding a little more awake.

​"Me, Harry, and Niall are all hanging out at mine, wanna come?"

​"Harry? Really? How do you like that gross excuse of a person?"

​"C'mon Lou, he's really not that bad! Maybe you could bring Zayn?" Liam asked.

​I sighed, "Fine."

​"Are you bringing Zayn?"

​"Why? Need a little extra time to get ready?" I laughed out. Liam's crush on Zayn was so obvious I'm pretty sure a blind dog could see it.

​"No! Why would I need that?" Liam asked me. I could hear the panic rising in his voice.

​Shaking my head, I replied, "Bye Liam," and hung up. I groaned and tumbled out of my bed. Walking into my bathroom, I saw my reflection. I looked awful after such a long day at the office. I definitely had to shower before heading over to Liam's.

HARRY'S POV
Laughter filled the room as Niall and Liam cracked up about a joke I just told. I smiled along with them, taking another sip of some fruity alcohol drink Niall had mixed for me. We were sitting in Liam's living room when his phone began to move as it vibrated along the table. Niall and I watched him reach out to answer it.

​"Louis, mate! Wasssssup?" Liam slurred out. He was fairly drunk already.

"Oh, you're at the door? Coming!"

Wait, Louis was here? Why did no one tell me? I would have never come if I knew he was going to be here. I looked at what I was wearing, as I mentally prepared myself for the night ahead. Fixing my pants, I looked up to see Louis sauntering in with a case of beer in his hands. A guy with black, raven-like hair followed him inside. Why was he with Louis? Were they dating? Wait, Louis is gay?

Harry shook his head and turned his focus on Liam who was currently staring at the mystery guy.

"C'mon Zayn! Sit with me!" Liam yelled as he jumped into the man's arms who I now know is named Zayn.

Zayn chuckled and looked at Liam fondly. Maybe he and Louis weren't dating. Speaking of devil, he was now strutting towards me with a smirk plastered onto his face.

"Harold." Louis greeted.

I molded my face into indifference as I spoke, looking him in the eye, "Louis Tomlinson, business doing well?"