Queen of hearts ~ a Louis Tomlinson fanfic-BEING FIXED

Chapter 6~ Frat boys

This time, when we reach the stairs I lead HER down. It's clear she's trying to regain her normal peachy tone, but I'd say the tomato red facial she earned out of both anger and embarrassment is planning to stay.

When we return back to the group, still massively absorbed in their game, Mia's surprisingly left with just a tiny flush on her high built cheek bones.

"Niall. This should be hard. I dare you to stop kissing Katy." Liam jokingly says, as we return to the group.

It's the first I've heard Liam say much.

When he notices we've returned, his eyes dart back to his phone and his mouth clamps shut.

These frat boys are a little confusing. Zayn seems nice, but also seems like he has a different, maybe darker, side to him. Liam seems like I'm the last person who wants to see, though he barely knows me. Harry acts like he's obsessed with Mia, but has a beautiful girlfriend. And niall- well, I can't even start on him, because I haven't even heard him say one word.

"So how was it?" Zayn asks suddenly, his deep set eyes baring into mine. He comes across as the friendliest, and most talkative, though his eyes tell me he's much more than that.

"Maybe he just has secrets. Like you" my subconscious tells me silently. It's true. He could, however his will never be as intimately disturbing as mine.

"I think it's obvious who dominated that round." Mia answers before I can snap backup reality and do so myself.

The crowd erupts into loud "ohhhhs"

And both exited and drunken slurs .All except for niall and Liam. Surprise, surprise.

"Babe. You've got to be kidding me, I was the one who got those sounds out of that pretty mouth of yours." I reply sassily.

Once again, I am aware of the noisy audience we have, remarking in dirty things and laughing.

I catch her shrug it off like nothing, but there is a slight wrinkle by her eye s that tells me it most definitely is not nothing. More like the polar opposite.

She feeds off of an audience. That's what she does. That's who she is. I discover silently to myself.

Not that I could give a care less, I nearly scoff aloud.

"What did we miss?" Mia asks, keen on changing the subject.

"Well, Niall, intent on keeping his lips locked, refused to do five dares and instead ended up getting his lips LOCKED on the rum bottle. Needless to say, the mates staying the night. " Harry informs Mia, then chuckles." Not like i could imagine it any other way anyways." He says, insinuating what niall and his girlfr-errr... Katy, would be doing tonight.

I can't help but chuckle, I think Harry would be the coolest to get to be mates with.

"Anyways-" Zayn starts, but his words are interrupted when a tall, tanned skin chap wearing some fake leather jacket and torn jeans stumbles up. His brown spiky hair and shades make him look like he's trying too hard.

The group goes silent, when I look back at everyone, every single one of them looks frustrated, even Niall's pulled away from Katy. The air feels overwhelmingly tense around me. And I can't help but think, what comes next wont be fun.

"Mia." The fake looking dick, purrs. The way he says her name, makes me want to throw up. He sounds like an absolute creep.

"Carson." She replies , not even trying to hide her uneasy ness.

"Look man, I thought I told you to fuck off." Harry suddenly speaks up, raising to his feet before the ass.

Harry is tall, probably about 5'11. But no matter how tall the bastard is, Carson, is at least another head taller.