Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 28: What's It Called?

The low baritone from the speakers echoed throughout the house, shaking the dancers to their very cores. Drinks in everyone's hands, joints between the few lips that weren't attached to others. A heavy cloud of smoke blurred their vision as well as the drugs in their systems.

"Shut up!" Louis cried, clutching the bottle of Vodka closer to his chest. "It's sleeping, you're going to wake it!" He shushed those nearby, pulling the roach from his lips and crushing it on the floor with his shoe.

He giggled and sat at the bottom of the stairs, eyeing his best friend Liam chatting up a girl near him. They'd been ultimately too close all night and were finally in the stage where was convincing her to come upstairs with him.

A few steps above him, Zayn sat lazily, looking at his guests with a small ziplock bag between the fingers of his right hand, bringing the cigarette in his left to his lips. It was his first time laying out the lines of coke for his guests and decided to stay sober for the first time and to try it out for the next party if it was a successful drug.

"Can I have some today?" Louis' wide eyes focused on the small pouch in Zayn's hands.

Zayn shook his head. "You're already fucked, Tommo. Chill out a bit, listen to the music."

Louis frowned. "It's shit. I don't like your music taste. What is this, anyway?"

"Tool," Zayn grinned. He stood to his feet, taking one last drag before dropping his cigarette to the floor and walking toward the front door. "I'm going to the roof."

Louis nodded, taking Liam's cup from the floor and pouring vodka inside it, mixing whatever was inside already to drink it all.

Liam's hands were all over the girl, lips at her neck. With a few words in her ear, they were walking up the stairs. Louis chugged the remaining drops of his drink and placed the bottle on the floor, following Zayn to the roof.

Zayn's fingers cupped around his mouth, restricting the wind from blowing out the joint he was lighting. The music still reached him, making his feet tap and head bop. Remembering Louis' earlier comment on the music, he chuckled and exhaled the smoke from his lips, looking at the night sky.

Small steps lightly padded the metal ladder and soon enough, a head surfaced along with a torso and legs. Louis took a seat next to him and extended his hands, intending to take the blunt from Zayn's hands. Without looking he handed him the joint, still looking at his surroundings.

Louis took a drag. "So, what'd you tell Pez?"

"Family night."

He handed the joint back. "You don't have those?"

Zayn scoffed, taking a hit and passed it back to Louis. "What did you tell Diana?"

Louis shrugged. "She was the one who told me to leaver her alone tonight. She wouldn't tell me why when I asked."

Zayn's eyes rolled. "Why do you take her shit? She's been moody as hell lately, and I don't just mean a week out of the month."

Louis inhaled, letting the smoke reach every inch of his body before exhaling. "I don't know. I figure no matter how hard it seems now, I'd be miserable without her."

The two let out a laugh, exchanging the joint until it was finished, throwing it over the side of the roof. Below them, a song ended and another began. Zayn's eyes lit up and he extended his legs and laid on his back. "I love this song."

Louis listened as the guitar began, drums building the rhythm and finally a voice harmonizing. He looked to his side to find Zayn singing along with the song. He rested his elbow on his knee and placed his head on his knuckles, listening intently to Zayn's vocals.