Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 37.

I decided to go home today to hang out with Niall. However, when I got there, I found that Niall went out to do stuff with some friends and Louis just crashed in. I changed into pajamas and we sat together on the couch.

"You haven't had sex on this couch right?" I ask playfully

"Maybe a couple of times" he grins

I almost shriek and run but he adds on, "just kidding."

We continue to talk about random things but as time passed, the conversations got deeper and deeper. It went from roasting on people, to how our love lives are doing, to some tragic moments. Louis was actually very emotional, he just didn't let that side of him show much.

"Like... I just wish we didn't start on that term.. Harry... I raped the man I love. I fucked up really bad..." Louis wasn't making eye contact

"Louis... We all know you didn't mean too... I mean that happened but you two are like madly in love now. I didn't get specific details so I cant really-" I start but he cuts me off

"I came back to rant to him about how you were cheating on Emily and he didn't care so I got angry and we got into a fist fight. Then he managed to run off to the bathroom but I got in. And then something just clicked and I raped him... Without any lube too..."

"No lube?!"

"Yes I know... It seemed like he was in pain at first then he seemed to be pleasures but then he came and I just kept going. I was holding back purposely to inflict pain on him. Then I finished off... Then I just made him feel better after."

"Louis, what you did was wrong, but you can't let it haunt you two now. You need to put that behind you now. Niall surely forgives you, if he didn't he wouldn't be dating you."

Louis nods and sighs, pushing his hair from his face. What I told his obviously didn't make him feel any better. The guilt was clear on his face. He seemed to be a bit frustrated.

"Ever since that day when I saw him so vulnerable and so hurt, I've been thinking of a way to make it up to him. Nothing is ever going to make him forget about how I hurt him but I want I show him that I will never him like that ever again."

He really did love him. I think of the whole situation. If Zayn forced himself on me and inflicted pain on me purposely I would be terrified of Zayn. I would flinch every time he looked at me, maybe even cry. Why was Niall different? He cuddles with Louis and he's always close to him when he gets the chance. They can't be separated.

I picture the scene in my mind. I'd be terrified of Louis if I was in Niall's place. I let out a sigh, hugging Louis tightly. I kiss the top of his head.

"He loves you now and you love him. That's all that matters." I whisper softly, trying to comfort him

He rarely shows this side of him. You will rarely see Louis sad like this. Even when he is sad, he usually never lets anyone help so I'm glad he's letting me talk him through this.

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Hours later, he felt a bit better then he helped me choose out a more classy/fancy outfit for this dinner. I ended up wearing black jeans, black boots, a white blouse, and a blazer. Louis kept trying to tuck the blouse in my pants but I kept untucking it.

In the end, I was dressed and I smelt good and I was ready. Louis helped me choose out accessories last minute but the only thing we decided on was just the promise ring. I smile wide, staring at my finger.

I picture the two of us, happily married with 1 kid. A baby girl who we spoil like crazy! Maybe 2, a baby girl and an older brother. A perfect relationship. My fingers were crossed for that outcome in the future. I can't imagine myself with anyone else but Zayn.

There's a knock on the door, causing me an Louis to jump up. I run to the door and open it but it was only Niall. I think back on the talk Louis and I had earlier. Niall puts the some grocery bags down, explaining that he hung out with his friends then decided to do a bit of grocery shopping. Right when everything was put away, he ran into Louis' arms, his head resting on Louis' shoulder.

Louis wraps his arms around Niall, holding him like a little kid holding his teddy bear. They reminded me of Peter Pan and Wendy. I sit on the couch, listening to the couple talk before another knock is heard.

"That should be him!" I say excitedly

I've had it listening to their cute little talks and giggling. They're so cute it's gross. I open the door, revealing Zayn in an all black suit.

"Are you ready?" Zayn grins, holding his hand out to me

"Ready" I take his hand in mine, "bye Louis! Bye Niall!"

"Bye Harry! Have fun!" Niall giggles

"Not too much fun though! Use protection!" Louis says teasingly

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The dinner went by perfectly. It was beautiful! I even tried some wine which was okay. Not my favorite but it's not too bad. Now we were just walking around the city. It was 9 pm.

"I can't believe how hot it is in December... In New York it's probably freezing and we can literally go skinny dipping at the beach right now." I laugh, my hand secure in his

"I know. It's crazy." Zayn laughs along, fixing up his hair with his free hand

We continue to walk until we hear a word we never thought we would hear and definitely hope we never hear again;

"Fags!" Yells a deep, totally unfamiliar voice

I cringe at the word, my grip tightening on Zayn's hand. I could tell Zayn was angry and although I was upset, I'd rather be upset than have Zayn be angry and most likely beat these guys up. I just need to calm him down a bit. He can hurt people, I can't. The guy and his friends laugh then simply walk off, laughing about us fags. I kiss Zayns cheek, hoping that would calm him down a bit. Zayn's glare of death continues to follow the group of immature boys.

"Let it go. They're not worth it. They didn't bother us too much either." I tell him, feeling like crying; both because of what they said and because of their "fashion" sense...

"You know..." Zayn starts, a frown on his face, "you'd think people would stop using the word fag as an insult, especially in LA where everyone is diverse. And in 2015."

"Babe, it's okay, don't worry about them and their sagged pants with ugly Snapbacks. Ignore them. They're not worth it. Let's go home yeah?" I look at him, running my fingers through his hair

He takes a deep breath before letting out a sigh and nodding. We were both in quite a bad mood now but at least nothing got violent.

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After a bit of begging, I managed to get him to stay over at my house for the night. It felt weird being in my bed. I was so used to sleeping in Zayn's bed. When we got home, Louis started complaining because he was about to "get it on with Niall"... on the couch. They have a lot of sex and they have sex literally on any flat surface they find. Table; sex. Kitchen counter; sex. Floor; sex. ANYTHING; sex. I mean, Zayn and I get it on a lot too but we're usually always on the bed.

Now that Zayn and I were in bed, Louis was definitely "getting at it" with Niall, in Niall's room this time though. I guess that's better than the couch. Zayn fell asleep really quick but I was a bit slow to fall asleep, just tracing his tattoos that were scattered on his arm.

The longer I traced, the more tired I felt. My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier with every second that passed by.

Eventually, even with the loud moaning coming from Niall's room, I was able to fall asleep.

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while! My schedule is so ugly. Studying, dance practice for a quincenera, homework, school, ugh everything is just so...

And aww Louis. Poor Louis. Hope this chapter was okay. Do you think Niall and Louis are gonna last or are they gonna stay together? Do you like Nouis?

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