LOUIS' POV
That night he and Niall decided they needed to do some good old clubbing before they're new mission. He was just finishing styling his hair and quickly confirming his outfit in the mirror. He was wearing a navy blue button-up paired with maroon jeans and white converses. Louis wasn't sure why he was putting much effort into his appearance; he never brought anyone home and he hardly ever danced with people at the clubs he preferred to keep an eye on his Irish friend.
He walked into the the living room and waited for Niall rolling his eyes because this was so typical; Niall would leave showering to last minute and end up practically running out the door with his pants around his ankles. At that moment Niall came barrelling out of the bathroom and in the haze of steam he sprinted to his room with a towel barely clinging to his slim hips yelling, "5 minutes!" over his shoulder.
Louis chuckled to himself and leant against the couch listening to Niall swearing and bumping into things. Ten minutes later Niall emerged from his room looking amazing. His hair was styled in a quiff and he wore his "Hard Day's Night" tee with loose black jeans and white Supras. Louis swore to himself under his breath and tried to not believe that his mouth actually started to water at the sight of Niall. "How do I look?" Niall asked sheepishly.
"Debonair mon cherie," Louis said smirking and grabbing the car keys.
When they got to the club it was in full swing; gyrating bodies move in and out of the darkness with the strobe lights while a thin layer of dry ice clung to everything like mist. They immediately hit the bar Niall ordered them each two shots and beers. They quickly downed the two shots of tequila and chased them with lemon. The blonde turned around with his beer in hand and scanned the crowd. Louis knew this look, he didn't see it often, but it meant his friend was looking for a likely candidate for a night of reckless meaningless sex. He felt sick to his stomach, it was because of Louis' rejection that Niall was doing this, he hated it because this was not who his friend was. He saw with shock that Niall had already downed most of his half pint of lager and had his eyes on a shortish brunette with stretchers. The good looking guy was shaking his hips to "In Da Club" unaware of Niall salivating over him, Louis had to admit that the guy had a luscious looking bum. Suddenly the boy turns around and makes eye contact with Niall and blushes slightly, his dancing slowing, Niall just grins and winks at his victim then chugs the dregs of his drinks and mutters, "Wish me luck" to Louis. He watches as Niall strides over to the guy and suddenly the blonde's hands are on shortie's hips and their grinding with abandon. Louis looks away from the heated scene and takes a deep sip of his beer barely tasting it. He was seething; watching Niall seduce some twink was not his ideal way of spending a night out.
Someone bumped into the stool next to him but he paid them no mind until lips were pressed at his ear and suddenly Harry Styles' deep voice was all he could hear. "You're so jealous. Looking at your best friend basically shag someone else on the dancefloor is killing you. And I bet you can't even admit it."
Louis glares at Harry then pays the bartender and promptly leaves. He sends Niall a text that he's heading home and to just catch a taxi because he's taking the car. He hated Harry for saying that because basically, it was the truth. He did have feelings for Niall but no matter how much he tried he couldn't get rid of them. Louis probably broke more than a few road rules on his drive back to their apartment.
He was sitting on the couch with his laptop watching the latest series of Misfits when Niall stumbled into the apartment with a more than sloshed guy around his neck. It was the same short guy that Niall had sought out at the beginning of the night. Niall sent a wink over to Louis then hauled ass to his bedroom. Not ten minutes later was Louis given an impromptu concer consisting of moans and furniture thumping. "Fuck-FUCK, NIALL!" the guy screamed.
Louis shifted umcomfortably on the couch as he listened to his best friend moan and grunt. The noises coming out of Niall's mouth were sexy and hugely erotic and he soon found that he was hard in his trousers. Cursing colourfully, Louis stomped to his room and slammed the door. He picked up his iPhone and shoved the ear buds into his ears and blasted "Right Thurr" into his ears. Throwing himself onto his bed he stares angrily up at the ceiling, when the wall starts vibrating he swears loudly then shuffles down his bed until he can only faintly hear banging.
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The next morning Louis is in the kitchen fixing himself a bowl of cereal and rubbing at his eyes blearily. He had had a sleepless night; Niall and shortie went at it again and again, for hours, before they finally shut the hell up. He chewed his cornflakes with as much anger as he felt last night when Niall had come home. His head lifted up when shortie traipsed into the kitchen wearing nothing but boxers and Niall's shirt from last night. He ground his teeth when the boy stopped mid-step and tentatively smiled at Louis. He approached slowly with an outstretched hand, "Morning, I'm Josh."
"Lou," Louis grunted back and reluctantly shook Josh's hand.
"Is it alright if I help myself to breakfast?" Josh asked sweetly.
"Go for it," Louis muttered into his soggy cereal.
Niall walked into the room looking properly fucked; his hair was sticking up in all directions, his lips looked raw and swollen and Louis spied several hickies spread out on both sides of his neck. Louis wanted to kick himself because he had an infuriatingly annoying urge to jump onto Niall and bruise his lips further. "Morning Lou," Niall said, his voice husky and he affectionately squeezed Lou's shoulder. Louis shivered from the touch and muttered the greeting back.
Niall strode over to Josh who was pouring milk over his cereal and wound his arms around his waist tenderly sucked his neck. Josh moaned as he arched his back then turned around in Niall's arms and kissed him eagerly. Louis wanted to throw his spoon at them instead he opted to chuck his bowl very noisily into the sink. They finally disentangled themselves from each other and sat down to eat breakfast.
After they ate Josh decided he needed to head home and Louis silently rejoiced. Niall kissed Josh's cheek before the boy walked out the door. The blonde turned around and sank into the couch. "So, you seemed into him," Louis said.
"Did I? Yeah, I guess, he was quite something. Pretty good first gay time I'd wager." Niall replied with a nostalgic look on his face.
"You reckon you'll see him again?" Louis asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nah, it was just one of those things, he gets it though which is good."
