Lou & Liv Trilogy (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Forty-Five

Louis' P.O.V.

I stormed through the tour bus to the back where the bunks were located. I turned on the lamp and pulled over each curtain, waking up all of my band mates.

"Rise and shine numb nuts. We're going drinking tonight." I announced as they all started to wake up. Zayn was still asleep so I slapped his cheek. That woke him up.

"Drinking?" Niall asked eagerly. I nodded.

"That's right. Dive into your Irish culture and let's get shitfaced." I said, pointing at my leprechaun friend. Niall smiled.

"We arrive in Dublin this afternoon." I said loudly so everyone could hear.

"Dublin!!" Niall cheered happily.

"We arrive in Dublin and after our concert I propose a lovely night of getting headaches and barfing. Sound good?" I asked.

"I don't really care." Zayn said.

"I'll go." Harry added.

"Do you think they'll have those strawberry drinks?" Liam innocently asked. I stared at him.

"Don't be such a boob." I told him. Niall laughed. I turned back to say something more, but then stopped and turned back to Liam. "Yes. Yes they will have those strawberry drinks. Those things are actually quite good." I said. Liam laughed. "Anyways. Let's do it." I concluded, slapping my hands together.

This is going to be fun.

*****

"Louis Tomlinson!" Someone called my name and I spun around in circles, trying to find the voice that called for me. We were in some club, bar, dance hall place and the music was good and the drinks were abundant. I finally found someone walking towards me. It was a guy, looking slightly familiar. I frowned.

"And you are?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink.

"Sean! Niall's friend?" The guy clarified. I lit up, recognizing an old friend. Whoever is a friend of Niall's is a friend of mine.

"Hey mate!" I cheered, slinging my arm around his shoulder as the alcohol seemed to start to seep into my brain, specifically the decision-making section.

"Anyways, you know where Nialler is?" He asked. I nodded and pointed to my favourite Irishman dancing spastic dances, making girls either turn away in disgust, or swoon over him because he's famous. Sean laughed and walked back over to his friend.

I quickly finished my first drink and went to the bar to get another. A lot of people were crowded around the bar, trying to get the attention of the two bartenders only attending to hot girls with incredible cleavage. I waited patiently, I knew I wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. I made eye contact with a girl, or should I say woman, considering the amazing boob job she'd gotten. She winked at me and licked her lips. I smiled politely and then looked away. I couldn't help but advert my eyes back to her. She winked again and shook her chest at me. My eyes expanded and I looked away. A few seconds later a bar tender handed me a drink that I didn't order.

"Um...this isn't..." I began to say.

"It's from her." He said. "Over there." He pointed to the woman with the extremely low shirt. She licked her lips and made an 'O' with her mouth. I coughed awkwardly but accepted the drink. I took a first swig and tried to swallow it down quickly. It didn't taste really good but I didn't really mind.

I scanned my options in the club. Some girls had noticed us, and were screaming for us. I put that out of my mind and looked at the normal girls. These were some slutty Irish girls. I knew it was a Saturday night so it would be a perfect hunting-night for girls to take to the hotel.