hotel room 108 [narry au]

never alone: part one

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part one

chapter thirty-five

N.J.H.

"Niall, please come! I haven't had a New Year's Eve Party in ages, you know that!" He begs as I walk downstairs towards him.

"Are you even sure you want to Louis?" I stretch my arms out and reach for him playfully. He slaps my arms away and groans, walking away from me.

"What?" I pout, "Angry?"

"No," he sighs, "I just want my best friend to attend my party."

"Why don't you ditch the party, hang out with just Harry, Liam, Zayn and I?" I suggest, "I'm not feeling a party...I really just wanted to hang with Harry, maybe have a good fuck I dunno..."

"Ni," he begs, "please."

"Fine fine," I agree, and he cheers, "I just need to tell Harry. Since those boxing lessons he's been...well sleeping a lot."

"It's New Year's Eve? Why the hell is he sleeping?" Louis snorts and leaves me to wake up the sleeping bear. I creep up to our now shared room, opening the door slowly to reveal Harry who is sleeping peacefully, curled up in the comforter. I smile, torn that I have to wake him up.

"Harry?"

No reply. I cringe as I walk closer to him, laying on top of him,

"Harry babe, Louis wants us to leave our comfortable house for his lame party," I whine.

"Hu--huh?" he groans, turning over and flinging me off the bed. I land with a thud on the floor and cringe as my head collides with the ground.

"Fuck," comes out of my mouth as I get up leisurely. Harry looks to the side groggily and realizes, to his horror, that he flipped me off the bed.

"Babe?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm fine..."

"Babe really? Why are you putting yourself on top of me? You know I roll."

"Get dressed you fucker," i lean down and give him a long smooth kiss before walking away, "wear something tight; we're fucking after this shindig."

•

Louis stopped having New Year's Eve parties once he started his own brand. He claimed he was too focused on achieving world fame and creating his empire of fashion to focus on parties and what not. To say the least, it worked. Because now he's filthy rich and can throw the New Year's Eve party that could compete with Times Square's annual celebration.

He's got a huge crowd of people here, crowding the three main floors of house. The one thing that surprised me was that it wasn't the type of party that compared to palace balls. It was more (no a lot more) grunge than I predicted. When you walked in, the first thing you could smell was weed. I had covered my nose due to the horrid smell, until I realized what it was. Harry held me tighter as we entered, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my small waist.

My best friend waves at me as we walk by him, and I awkwardly wave back, trying to avoid the bag of coke he has in his hands. Leave it to Louis to go over the top on a holiday. He's probably making up for Christmas; it wasn't exactly grand...