The Struggle •Unedited•

Chapter 31

•Niall•

It took me a while to get out to the bathroom of the roaring night club, and now that I was done taking a piss, it was an even bigger bitch to find my way back to my friends who were probably just entering the club themselves.

Slithering through many crowded bodies, I got traffic jammed between the standing bar and a large herd of people making their way over to God knows where. My eyes wandered around looking for an escape route, but I was literally stuck and there was no way out of the tight space. So unfortunately, I had to wait for everyone to get the fuck out of the way.

"Hey! That Louis guy is here," I hear a some guy call out.

Another female voice joins him, "Oh yeah! Mm, that guy is all sorts of fine,"

I look around trying to find the source of the shouted conversation, and I spot the girl from earlier today. A tight navy blue cocktail dress substituted her yellow sundress and her brown, make up dramatic eyes were visible due to the absence of her huge sunglasses. Standing beside her was a man who looked exactly identical, except for the shorter hair and very masculine features, obviously. He must be the brother and owner of this place.

"Oh my god," a higher voice whispers, "Who is that? Is that our local celeb?"

Of course, she was referring to my best friend. Another sister, I assume. They all resembled each other.

"Ya know, if you paid a little less attention to yourself, you would know who he is," he scoffed.

"Who is he?"

"Yes," the blue dress confirmed, "That's Louis Tomlinson. Brand new winner of one of the city boxing tournaments,"

"That would explain the bruising, but fuck, he's so good looking!"

"Who's the chick with him?" Elisabeth.

The girl from before answered, "She was with him earlier. A sister, I guess?"

"Na uh," the brother denies, "No guy looks at his sister like that,"

I take a look for myself and as Louis makes his way through the crowd, he has Lis by his side. He must have said something either stupid or hilarious because she looks like she's laughing up a storm. A dumb look of admiration is plastered on his face as he looks down at her.

But slowly, people began to tear his attention away from her. People grabbed his shoulders at every angle and shook his hand. At first, he look dumbfounded, but he loosened up. Face after face, he'd greet them and soon he was the center of attention.

"Well," the second sister sighed, "Getting his attention is gonna be harder than I thought,"

By the time two minutes have gone by, Elisabeth was separated from him and my route back to her was clear. Louis somehow ended on the opposite side of the club, and many people still continued to crowd around him.

As I looked forward, I saw Lis snaking her way through the crowd, she looked lost and just as she looked up, our eyes met, relief washing over her. I dug around the dancing bodies trying to get back to her.

Inching closer and closer, we finally bump into each other and grabbed a hold of each other's forearms.

"Thank god," she yells over the blaring music, "I lost Louis. I don't know where he went. A crowd of people literally swallowed him whole,"

"He's somewhere over there!" I point far off, "So what now? I don't think he'll come back to us soon,"

"I don't know. Maybe I should've just stayed home. I honestly really didn't wanna come,"