Niall's pov.
I cautiously walked towards Louis door. When it comes to Lilo, you can never be sure. I knocked lightly, and heard loud music and shouting on the other side. The door swung open, to reveal a tipsy Louis and a worried Liam.
"Niaaaller! Come innn!" Before I could protest, he dragged me in. "Drink this." He held some whiskey up to my lips, and made me chug it all down. When he brought it away, I coughed loudly at the burning sensation.
"Fuck Lou that's strong!" I kept coughing. I felt like I was on a cloud.
"That's the point dipshit." Louis giggled.
"Now common Liam. Let's dance." They walked off to the dance floor, and I stumbled around. I finally came to a spot where people where playing a game of flip cup.
"I bet I can beat you." I slurred. The guy who was playing, turned around.
"You sure Horan. I mean, I am pretty good." I scoffed
"Good my ass. I'll bet you 50 bucks I'll beat you." He shrugged.
"Okay. If you insist." We played a couple of rounds, and each round I won.
"Ha, I beat you. Pay up ye cunt." He grumbled, and fumbled in his wallet. He handed me fifty, and everyone cheered around us. I felt arms wrap around my waist, and a warm breath blow on my neck.
"Hey babe. Wanna dance?" I giggled.
"S-Sure Zaynie!" I grabbed his hand, and dragged him onto the dance floor. He grabbed my hips, and I grinded against him. He moaned loudly, but wasn't heard over the loud music. I giggled. "Be quiet Zaynie!"
"Wanna take this upstairs." I looked at him, smirking. I grabbed his hand, and ran up the steps. The rest was a fuzzy memory.
STAI LEGGENDO
I'm...what?! (Ziall au Mpreg)
أدب الهواةNiall and Zayn completely despise each other. There both from different groups. Niall is in the populars, and Zayn hangs with the mischiefs. One day, they both are at a party. History starts there.
