Fight Me Bitch

Chapter 4

Louis stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth before he had to answer the wandering question, why did he throw a shoe at Harry’s car.

                    “So, this is how it all started,” Louis started. He looked over at Niall for conformation. Harry and Zayn waited patiently. Louis coughed and gave a small smile, “uh-well. We were at your fighting sport-” “our match.” Harry corrected with a smirk. “Yes match!” Louis laughed shakily looking over at Niall who gave the same smile. “And we were cheering for you…both of you, weren’t we Niall?” Niall nodded quickly, with a nervous smile. “We were cheering really loud.” Niall added. “Yes, and Niall here loves the sport and well…” Louis looked over to Niall. Louis wasn’t sure why he was so nervous but he was. His hands were sweating and he couldn’t stop fidgeting. They were just MMA fighters, not the queens of England. He took the moment to really look at Zayn and Harry. Zayn had a small cut on the left side of his cheek and you could see some bruises and tattoos above the collar of his shirt. Harry looked more banged up, under his eye was a light purple bruise, tattoos down his arm that he hadnt seemed to notice during the match and two tattoos poking out of the top of his shirt, cuts around his hands and small fading ones on his face and Louis was sure he had more. Louis took a deep breath but was cut off.

                    “-Okay, I really fucking like you,” Niall pointed at Zayn, “Like a lot, it’s sort of an obsession, if I do say so myself, and well I really wanted your autograph for my birthday but when we got there, there was so many fucking people I couldn’t get to you so I started crying. Then Louis just ran ahead and I chased after him, he then proceeded to take off his shoe and chuck it at the back of your car, you guys came out and well you know the rest.” Niall said in one breath. Louis felt relieved that he wasn’t going to have to explain himself.

                    Harry and Zayn busted out in laughter.

                    Niall pouted, “Okay honestly, you guys are good fighters and shit but you don’t have to fucking laugh at us every second of the damn night. Let’s get the fuck out of here Ni.” Louis said standing. Niall followed. “We’ll pay the bill.” Louis said walking toward the front.

                    Harry and Zayn stood quickly and ran behind them grabbing Louis’ arm. Louis pulled away, “may I help you?”

                    “Why are you leaving? We’re not making fun of you? What’s wrong with you?” Harry frowned.

                    “You laughed at us when you were in the cage, in the car, and now.” Niall pouted. Zayn chuckled and smirked at Niall, “Because you guys are funny.” Niall went red.

                    “We have to go anyway, it’s cool.” Louis called over the woman in the front so he could pay.

                    “Go where, it’s Saturday?” Harry asked crossing his arms.

                    “Yeah, well- wait. It doesn’t matter what we have to do. We don’t know you like that.”

                    “Well you sort of rode in Harry’s car and I mean we know your names…” Zayn said confused. Louis gave him a dumbfounded look.

                    “That doesn’t mean you know us.” Niall gave his best glare at Zayn.

                    “I thought you liked me?” Zayn pouted. Niall’s face was on fire, “yeah… I just- I- Oh God can we just leave.”

                    “Yes, we are leaving right now.” Louis said signing off his receipt. “Thank you for the night, um but we gotta go get drunk so see ya.” Louis grabbed Niall.