The Struggle •Unedited•

Chapter 35

•Louis•

The work week was over and for the longest time since forever, we were all together, hanging out at Niall's. Liam was hogging up the small couch and I, along with Vanessa, shared a couch with Zayn. Liam explained the Elisabeth was out with who know's and that she wouldn't be joining us tonight. Niall was planted on a stool right beside us and we were all just discussing what movie to watch, but knowing us, we'd sit here discussing for days.

"Where's Harry?" Zayn questions.

Liam then replies, "At home."

"Still?" I gape.

"Yep. He does this all time. Every time one of his fighters wins a match or a competition, he says that he deserves a mini vacation. Which just consists on him being locked up in his apartment, being lazy and doing nothing."

"Sounds fun," Niall laughs, "How long does it last?"

"Mmmm," Liam thinks, "Give it about another week."

"Did I really tire him out that bad?" I chuckle.

"Not necessarily. He believes that if he did a good job, he should reward himself. If you would have lost, he'd only take a few days off and get straight back to work."

"Hard on himself, aye?" Zayn mentions.

"He's always been like that. Very hard worker, he is."

A couple of minutes pass when we get back to deciding what the hell we were going to watch, and we still have not even reached a simple choice.

"Nothing scary!" Zayn shouts, "No way!"

Niall scoffs, "Zayn, quit being such a pussy!"

"Actually," I bud in, "Scary won't do. Vanessa doesn't like scary."

I turn my head and look down at the small body I have snuggled close into me with my right arm. She smiles and nuzzles her head closer into my shoulder. Taking my gaze away, I look back at everyone else who just stares at the both of us as if our opinions don't matter. Not even a few seconds tick by until they're back to arguing.

"You can never go wrong with a comedy! Screw everything else!" Liam shouts.

Vanessa and I sit back and watch the three go at it and it is pretty entertaining. Suddenly, a loud banging is heard, bringing all of us to a abrupt silence.

"The hell?" Niall speaks, "Who could that be?"

Everyone shrugs, and he quietly jumps off the stool, walking towards the door.

"I know for damn sure, it isn't Harry," Liam adds.

With the twist of the door knob, Niall swings the door open and standing there is the reporter who nobody thought would be showing up tonight.

"Jesus Christ," Elisabeth hisses, "I've been knocking on the damn door for the past 5 minutes! All I could hear is your fucking yelling."

She pushes gently past Niall and once her full body is in the lit living room, her attire is clearly seen.

I could feel my mouth slightly gape open as I stared in awe. Her full body was dressed in a capped sleeve, slightly dipped neckline, sequined silver and black cocktail dress and those legs looked divine in some short heeled silver pumps.

"Looking nice, Elisabeth," Zayn whistles.

"Very, very nice, Lis," Niall adds, "What are you doing here? Liam said you weren't gonna join us tonight."

"Thanks, guys!" she smiles, "And eh, date didn't go so well,"

Date?

She walks over to where her best friend is seated, "Move."