Boundless •L.S•

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The room is filled with people, people of all sorts with feathers, sequins, and elaborate headpieces that adorned the guests, creating a spectacle that bordered on overwhelming and pathetic

The ballroom was a kaleidoscope of colours and textures, each guest striving to outshine the next, trying to gain all the grims of attention that they could get.

Louis had been unquestionably forced into this event, betrayed by his management, mates and Lea too, who seemed to insist the most for him to 'go out and breathe air' as she had said at least a million times these two passing weeks.

So, it's no surprise that Louis is sitting there on his table that has been long abandoned by Niall, Liam, and some other guests that he couldn't bother to remember after what might be his 5th glass of what seemed some sparkling alcoholic drink, that tasted pink and fruity.

Harry has left his undeniable prints on Louis, you see, because normally Louis should have been piss to drink by now, but he wasn't, and that seems to be somewhat of a good thing - somewhat.

It was a mistake to look up from his drink since Charlie was right there, where he had been all night trying to gain Louis attention, this time grinding against some bulked up man who Louis doesn't know.

His outfit seemingly too overwhelming on the young man, and Louis could swear that he had seen it somewhere before.

So as awkwardly as he could he looks around the big room, searching for something but again being crashed with the reality that Niall, Liam and Lea might have just lied to him to get him out of that god awful hospital room and out of Lea's hair.

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It's what seems the 100th time that Louis glances at his phone just to be met with nothing in return other than the time having changed in his locksreen.

His friends are tired from the disappointment on the blue-eyed lads' face every time that he looks up from that god forsaken phone.

"Lou, he could be busy..." Liam tries just for Louis to glare at him.

"Zayn is with him. He saw the message Liam. Why does Zayn talk to you all the time every day, and yet he doesn't have time to reply to simple text that u sent him two days ago."

"And you say you're nothing more than just friends."

"Oh, for gods sake, Niall..." he whines as he glares at the now brunnette.

"Niall's right, you know?" Louis just turns his glare to his other friend, who is sitting on her bed, both her hands resting on her baby bump. "Oh bugger off, you know we are right, it's not like we are blind, we can see the way you look at him, your face lights up like a Christmas tree, truly."

"Not to mention that after that night, we all know what I'm talking about. You haven't fooled around with anyone. Actually, after you met him, you haven't fooled around at all." Niall quips.

"And Lou, we aren't dumb we know from the start that you guys weren't truly dating, but you were happy, fake, or not, you were." Liam says with a soft grin.

"Come on, Lou, you care about him. You can't just deny it. You do."

"I don -" he pauses before a realization washes over him, "Oh, oh."

They all roll their eyes at their mates' antics.

"Yeah, and after all, Harry's going to that event, or so I have heard." Louis smiles a little at Lea, being fully aware of the fact that Harry and Lea are having regular contact with each other, even though he hasn't replied to any of Louis texts.