Louis spent the next day like he had the past few, sleeping in late, waking up at noon and dragging himself to work. But at least he had something to do after work; he was pretty excited about it too. He didn’t get to go out as much as he would have preferred, so tonight was a much needed night. He got off around his normal time and immediately made his way home. The rest of the guys were planning on heading straight there, but he decided he would rather be a few minutes late and show up looking good than in straight from work clothes and sweaty. He got home and made his way inside, in no quick hurry. His sisters were on the couch watching a movie in their pajamas. He kissed their heads and made his way up the steps, stripping and sliding into the shower, afterwords making quick work of drying his hair and sliding on clothes when he was done. His sisters were already in bed and the house was quiet, he made his way down the stairs and bent, pressing a kiss to his moms head and a hug to his dad’s shoulders, they sat watching TV.
“Going out?” His mom asked, turning her head towards him as he opened the door. Louis nodded his head and made sure he had his keys.
“Don’t wait up. I love you” And with that he shut the door and made his way to the car.It didn’t take long after his arrival for him to want to leave. He walked in and looked around, squinting through the dim lights. The place was huge inside, and full. Louis smiled to himself and made his way to the bar, planning to get a drink and then find the guys. He was leaning over the bar, shouting his order through the loud music when someone bumped into his hip. He turned and stood up straight only to see the smirking face of Nick. Louis closed his eyes and let out a groan of frustration.
“I'm not drunk enough to deal with you, Nicholas. Go away.” He muttered, turning away and back to the bar. Smiling as the bartender slid him his drink, he reached for his wallet and the bartender shook his head and winked, telling him it was on the house. Louis smiled and leaned back over the bar flirtatiously, stopping when Nick cleared his throat.
“You gonna stay here and flirt with a stranger or come back with me to the group? It’s bad enough you showed up late, princess. I don’t have time to sit around.” He spoke. Louis’ head whipped in his direction.
“Come back with you to the group? Why are you with my friends?” He asked, his voice a little colder than it needed to be. Nick just sent him a smirk and pointed. Louis followed the direction of his finger and seen the guys all sitting across the club. Landon waved. Louis smiled and nodded his head at him before glancing back to Nick, who stood from the bar, holding about five drinks.
“I'm here because my boyfriend asked me to be.. Looks like I'm part of your group now too, princess” He smirked before walking away. Louis let his jaw drop slightly. He followed at a distance and spent the next half hour wondering why Nick was dating someone like Landon. He watched them together out of the corner of his eye, Landon was all over him. And Louis barely resisted the urge to make snide comments. Nick didn’t date or hang out with anyone like Landon, or Louis, or anyone in their group. He preferred ones that would fawn over him daily and listened to the same shitty music as him.
After about an hour Louis stopped caring, must have been the alcohol but he didn’t care. After two hours he was wasted, but he didn’t care. Nick, however, did care. And it bothered him that he cared. He held his drink and kept his arm around a semi-drunk Landon, but kept his eyes on Louis. The Louis that was sliding his way around the dance floor, letting anything with a pulse grind against him. The Louis who had consumed enough alcohol to keep the whole group buzzed. That Louis who was currently letting a stranger nibble down his neck. Nick looked away and down to Landon, who’s blue eyes were rimmed more and more with red after every drink he took.
