~ LOUIS POV ~
Its always difficult looking into the crowd at shows and seeing attractive women; but I was never the kind to be unfaithful. Every night, we saw girls who wore really tight shirts and short skirts. The temptation was strong, but I tried to hold my ground. Some of these girls looked real nice—the ones that DIDN’T wear tight clothes. Girls tried so hard to impress us. They looked more like sluts and prostitutes than regular people. The fact that some girls decided to look like trash instead of a normal person sickened me. They were more worried about artificial beauty than natural beauty. Did any girl pay attention to “What Makes You Beautiful?” Did they not realize the message behind the song? But, for some odd reason, the whore-dressed girls actually turned me on. No, snap out of it Louis. You are with Adelaide and you cant risk the relationship you have always wanted.
Harry and Niall brought a couple girls back to the hotel. Zayn was out with Perrie, like he sometimes does after shows. Perrie came to them quite frequently. Which wasn’t bad; she had her own band, Little Mix, and they weren’t bad either.
I walked into my hotel room only to see a grotesque scene. Niall was having a threesome in one of the beds. “Dammit Niall!” I shouted. The girls hopped off of Niall and immediately started putting their clothes back on. Niall must’ve partied too hard, and gotten WAY drunk. This doesn’t happen regularly. “Ladies, you need to leave. I need to have a discussion with Niall.” I said clenching my fists, holding the door open for the girls as they exited. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” I said. “Bitch!” One shouted back, while the other didn’t say a word.
“Man, c’mon! What’s wrong? I’m just trying to live my life!” Niall said, obviously slurring. “What the hell is you’re problem? Don’t you have any God damn sense? I understand one girl, but two?! Niall, this shit isn’t always acceptable. Im tired of every other city you have a whore with you! Or in this case, whores.” I said shouting and slamming the door behind me. I was beyond pissed. Hell, I was pissed times infinity. I was fed up with his shit, and I couldn’t deal with it. After this… it got bad.
Niall stood up, angry, clenching his fists. “What the hell did you just say?” He asked his brow furrowing. “Well I basically said you are a man-whore. Along with the OTHER whores you bring here. What the fu-“Niall cut me off by shoving his face into mine, clearly trying to start shit. “You shut your fucking face. Quit being such a bitch and learn to live life. And you know, that little hoe you screwed the other night, yeah, she used to work as a prostitute in Los Angeles. Wanna know how I know Louis? Huh? Do you? I used to buy her sex. And you know what, it was excellent. The way we-“All I knew from then on, was that this life, wasn’t going to be easy.
I couldn’t handle what Niall was saying about Adelaide- trashing her like that. I did what I thought was right.
I punched Niall in the face. And then he did me right back. Next thing you know, we were crashing into furniture, punching the crap out of each other, while shouting vulgar things at each other. Zayn, Liam, Paul, and Harry busted through the door. Paul was trying to separate us, while Liam tried to grab a hold of Niall. Zayn and Harry attempted to grab me, until Harry had me in a headlock, forcing me to stop. “Boys! What the hell is this?!” Paul asked. “Liam, take Niall out of here.” Liam left the room with Niall in his arms, forcing him to walk out the door. Harry threw me on the bed, and both he and Zayn were unanimously screaming questions at me that I couldn’t answer. I knew one thing. Paul called the police; which meant only one thing.
I was going to jail.
