The Second Time Around

Chapter Twenty-One

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Chapter Twenty-One (Lucy’s Perspective)

“Where’s Niall?” Liam asks, eye widening upon the realization that he’s missing.

“What do you mean, ‘Where’s Niall?’ He was with you, wasn’t he?” Harry returns, brows furrowing.

“No, he went drinking with Louis!” Liam groans, running his hand over his face.

“Shit… Lou, where’s Nialler?” Harry demands, snapping his fingers in front of Louis’s face to capture his straying attention.

“How am I supposed to know? I’m not his babysitter!” He whines, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry groans in frustration and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Get in the limo. You, too, Zayn,” Liam commands the two of them, who are beyond hopelessly drunk. Zayn giggles at the serious look on Liam’s face and pokes his nose before saying, “Okay, Daddy Direction!” They climb into the limo, shoving each other and laughing in a drunken stupor.

“Lucy, you stay with these two and make sure they don’t leave the limo. I’m going to help Liam go look for him,” Harry commands me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Fine…”

“What? Do you want to come help us?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. I really don’t. My feet are killing me, I’m hungry, and I’m exhausted. And I can feel a headache coming on.

“No…” I trail, giving up and turning to follow Zayn and Louis into the limo. Once I get inside, Zayn’s already passed out across the bench seat and Louis is watching me expectantly.

“Are you tired, Lou?”

“No. Come here, I have to tell you something,” He says, grinning mischievously.

“Why can’t you tell me right now?”

“Because it’s a secret, silly!” He giggles.

“Zayn’s asleep, he won’t hear you,” I assure him, but he shakes his head rapidly.

“No, you have to come here!” He whispers loudly, patting the seat next to him. I roll my eyes and scoot closer to him.

“Yes?” Before he answers me, he stands up as straight as the low ceiling of the limo allows him to and moves to sit sideways on my lap. “Lou, what the hell are you doing?” I groan as his weight squishes my legs.

“I’m telling you a secret!” He whispers again, cupping his hands around my ear and placing his mouth on the other side of them. I wait patiently for him to say something, but he doesn’t.