His Mistake

Chapter 3

Liam, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, headed for the direction of his room.  On the way, he noticed that the people he’d woken up to were finally out of his house. ‘Thank god,' he thought to himself, not wanting to have worried about the hassle of kicking a bunch of drunk, unconscious teenagers out of his house. He looked around, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. Hadn't Louis just been around? Liam quickly shrugged it off, assuming Louis must have been in the other bathroom or took something to eat and left -- he'd done the latter more than once. 

To his surprise, Liam pushed his bedroom door open to spot Louis straddling some guy on his bed, lips moving against the other guy's fervently. "On my bed, really?" He sighed in exhasperation, grabbing an empty water bottle throwing an empty water bottle at Louis. 

"Shit, Liam, don't you ever knock?" Louis groaned, turning his head to glare at Liam. Liam's eyes moved towards the guy under Louis, and he couldn't hold back the strangled noise that came out once he recognized him.

"Harry? Whoa, what the hell? When did this start?" 

"Technically last night," Harry blushed while Louis sat next to him with a glowing smirk. "You know, Payno, you could always join us. You're dressed right for it, anyways."

Liam raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes. "Tempting, but, unfortunately for you -- I don't do guys. And if I did, neither of you would be my type. Now, out with the both of you."

"Is that anyway to treat your best friends?" Louis challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You mean the best friends who were snogging on my bed?" Liam laughed, running his fingers through his damp hair.

"The one and only," Louis smirked in response. "Alright, we'll leave. As soon as you dish on your mystery woman."

"Nothing to tell," Liam said shortly, going through his dresser for something to wear since he knew Louis wouldn't be budging for a while. This was confirmed as soon as Louis snorted out a, "Bullshit! I call bullshit!", causing Harry to laugh.

"Come on Li. The longer you don't tell us, the longer you're stuck with us," Harry flashed a bright smile, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

"I met her, danced to one song, and got rid of her. She didn't seem too happy about the last part, but it's not like I can really blame her. Shame, she might have been a good shag," Liam muttered to himself with a frown.

"Disgusting, he's absolutely disgusting," Louis shook his head, mumbling to Harry, "If he hadn't 'got rid of her', I can guarantee that she probably would have ditched him the second his head was turned." 

Harry obviously ignored Louis, raising his eyebrows expectantly at Liam. "Go on, then. What'd she look like? Did she happen to be that girl I saw eating your face on the dance floor?"

Liam felt his face heat up, and he was glad that his back was toward the both of them, or he'd have never heard the end of that. "Erm, her name's Ellie. S'all I really know. And... possibly."

"Whoa, she's fit, mate," Harry said just as Liam turned around with his clothes hung neatly on his arm.

"She's fit?" Louis' eyes narrowed on Harry, annoyance laced with every word he spoke. Harry glanced over at Louis, not being able to help the small laugh he let out. 

"Not as fit as you, babe," Harry nudged Louis lightly, leaning over to press an assuring kiss to his lips.

"Ugh," Liam groaned, "Please tell me that this isn't going to be a regular thing. I'm still adjusting, you know," he complained.

Louis laughed, getting up and pulling Harry up with him."You'll get used to it soon enough. If you're lucky, we'll try not to make you feel like a third wheel around us," he teased, grabbing Liam's face to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Epic party," he patted Liam's face lightly, walking out of the room.

"Bye Liam," Harry called as the two walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. Liam sighed, thinking back to last night. There had been something about Ellie, something annoying that kept pestering Liam's thoughts with only her. He wondered if that had anything to do with her being his 'mate', and groaned, wondering why the damn titles had to even exist in the first place.

--

Ellie woke up to the sound of snoring in her ear and a pressure on her side. She opened her eyes to find Niall laying on top of her, arms hanging off of the couch's edge. With a groan, she tried to push him off of her. "Niall," she sighed tiredly, eyes closing again as she continued to try and get him off her. "Niall," she said louder, pushing on him a bit harder. When he still wouldn't budge, she groaned. "Niall!" Ellie said loudly, sighing in relief as Niall's head picked up. 

"Huh?" He asked, adding a soft, "oh" afterwards. "Shit, sorry, El." He laughed tiredly, getting off of her. 

"Try'na squish me in my sleep, are you?" She teased with a laugh, stretching her aching and tired limbs. "Want me to make breakfast?" 

"When have you ever known me to say no to breakfast?" Niall grinned, curling back up on the couch. 

"It'll be ready in fifteen," Ellie smiled fondly, ruffling Niall's hair as she headed to the kitchen.

--

Niall popped in the kitchen as soon as Ellie turned off the stove, finishing her cooking. "Smells great," she heard him say eagerly.

"Well, duh. I made it. Make yourself a plate." She motioned towards the empty plate sitting beside the stove, already helping herself to some of the food she'd just cooked -- pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"Yeah, don't eat it all," he laughed, the sound of it causing Ellie to smile. 

"No promises," she replied, heading over toward the table, already taking a few bites as she went. "So, you know that party Lexi dragged me to last night? The one you picked me up from?" She asked once she was seated at the table, digging into her breakfast.

"You mean the one at Payne's house?" Niall asked curiously, taking a seat beside her with a full plate.

"You knew it was at Liam's?" Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me? Wait, how did you know?"

"Well, we are in the same pack, he tends to mention that kinda stuff. I thought you knew, anyways, go on." 

Ellie paused, biting her lip. She had completely forgot that Liam and Niall were werewolves -- more importantly, that they knew each other and were kind-of sort-of friends. "Well, there was this guy there," she started, making extra sure not to mention any names, "and we were dancing and having a good time. And he seemed cool and everything, and we kinda kissed--"

"You kissed him?"

"Only because his crazy stalker ex was watching us, it was all for fun, don't interrupt, Niall!"

"Sorry," he tried not to smile, taking a gigantic bite of the pancakes that were on his plate.

"So yeah, after that, he seemed pretty into me and then all of a sudden he pushed me away and was acting like a total dick. I just don't understand how someone can go from total sweetheart to douchebag-of-the-year in three seconds."

"Maybe he's bipolar," Niall suggested with a laugh.

Ellie rolled her eyes, a small grin on her face. "Maybe," she sighed, taking a sip of some orange juice. 

Niall frowned, not liking the way that Ellie seemed to dwell on this. "What's the guy's name, maybe I know him?"

"He never told me," she lied with a shrug, hoping that Niall would believe her.

"Hm, that sucks," Niall frowned, grabbing Ellie's orange juice to take a sip. "Maybe you'll se him around school." Ellie nodded in response, shrugging it off. "You gonna be okay?" Niall asked, eyes filled with concern.

Ellie looked up at Niall, nodding as she put on a smile. "Yeah, 'course. Barely knew the guy anyway, right?" But there was something about this guy -- Liam -- that she couldn't get out of her head.