how his night was |ii|

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as soon as louis arrived, so did all the cameras, but he got in the somewhat mansion fast enough.

he was happy that she didn't want to come, it was his plan.

inside, louis went straight to the drinks, desperately trying to see if he was in the mood for talking to anyone at the moment.

"hey louis, can you lend me a gram? just this once."

"what? who the hell are you? i don't do drugs!" he panicked at the feeling of people thinking he was on drugs.

"get away from him julienne!" louis recognizes the voice of lola immediately.

"come on lola, we're friends!" the girl begged.

"how dare you call yourself a friend after what you did! security!" after the incident, both of them had drinks and were talking.

"why did that girl, julienne, come to me for? how does she know what we did?" louis questioned softly, not wanting anyone to hear.

"louis, after we slept together, we did the drugs as a whole group, it was just last week, and that bitch was there, come on even i remember." lola took a sip from her drink, taking some time so it would come back to louis' mind.

"right, what we did can't happen again alright? i can't believe i did this to her." lola nodded, agreeing with him at the moment.

all he could think about was her, when he was sober.

wasted, she hardly existed to him.

but what happened the first night happened again.

he once again did not think of her any second of the long hours in the dark.

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