SuperLou {{Larry AU}} (On Hold)

Chapter 8

Harry

My first thought is, how did he get my number? My second thought is then, I really don't care how. I'm just glad he has my number. Of course, in case he needs a ride or is in some sort of trouble. So I can be there when he needs me. Not that I really care about him or anything, you know. Right? Of course I do. How could I not? He has to be the most adorable creature on this planet, in the universe perhaps. His glimmering eyes and lovely smile stay in my mind as I drive further from his flat. I'm snapped out of it when my phone rings. I answer it. "Hello?"
  "Harry Styles! How are you?" I recognize the voice as Nick's.

"I'm fine Nick, how are you."

"Fantastic! You know why? Cause I finally get to talk to my best bud, Harry Styles!"

I roll my eyes. "What do you want, Nick?"

"Listen, there's this girl that's super into me, and to get her off my back, I told her I had a boyfriend. Now she wants to meet my boyfriend-" He says, and I interrupt him.

"How is this my problem?" I ask.

"Be my boyfriend? Just for tonight, I swear!" He pleads, and I think back to Nick as a friend. I could do him a favor, and he would owe me. If he owes me, then I might be able to get out of going to another one of his parties in the future.

"Fine." I agree, and I hear him chuckle.

"You're the best, Styles. I don't see why this should be awkward. We're both gay after all. Just best friends dating for one night. My place at five." He hangs up. Nick has never been one for much for conversation. When we were in college, Nick would be the one sending paper airplanes into the back of my head with little messages scribbled on them . He would be the one cheat his way into the best club in town by pretending to be the cousin of a celebrity. That's what drew me to him so much.

  As a teenager, I was the kid with not many friends and a boring life. When I met Nick, he introduced me to what it was like to have fun and to be excited for once. We stayed friends after college, despite his drinking problem. Due to that, my family members tried to get me to stay away from him. I know the dangers of drinking, I would explain to them, and I swore I would be fine. Since then, Gemma has not stopped pestering me about him. At this point, I do not really care about their opinion on Nick. I will not let him ruin me. I wish she would just trust me.

    I pull up to my flat, and see that it already one o clock. After my shower, I do my daily load of laundry, which basically just consists of my costume from the night before. Before I go to Nick's, I make sure that I have fed my cat and that everything is put away, so Dusty can't get into my cereal like she did last time I went out. I leave at quarter to five, making it to Nick's just in time. I knock on the door, straightening my tie before Nick answers. "Harry! Just in time!" He ushers me in, whispering "be nice" before I walk into the living room. His hair all gelled back, and he too is wearing a black blazer. A pretty young women sits on his couch, dressed in a dangerously low-cut evening dress. She stands up to greet me, smiling as she shakes my hand. "Hello, Harry. I've been looking forward to meeting Nick's boyfriend." I see him smirking behind her.

"Nick has told me so much about you." She continues, as we sit down at Nick's dining room table. "Is that so?" I ask, waiting to hear the lies that are about to spill from were mouth. "Of course! He told me all about how he romanced you into a date in your uni class. I love the idea of a date to an amusement park. It's so cute!" She gushes, and I feel like my face has gone purple from trying not to laugh. I contain my laughter, and refrain from making any witty comments. "I know, it's lovely.
" I agree, and I can practically see Nick thanking me for playing along.

  The rest of the night goes on with incident, Nick telling elaborate stores about our dates and families. I sit politely, not really paying attention. For, my mind was on another man at the time. And somehow, whenever Nick lets out a little chuckle, I imagine Lou sitting right next to me, keeping me company. Louis... when will I see you again?