Beat Still

Chapter 51: Beat Still

Lovelieees! New drinking game: Take a shot every time you see the name Zayn. (Don't do that for real, you'll die).

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Louis' Pov*

"I love you guys!"

"Louis is going to kill me..."

"Louis? I love him too! I love all of you boys! This party is amazing! Ha, ama-Zayn. Get it? Huh, get it?"

"I think we need to get you to bed, Mar Mar."

I giggled at the spectacle happening in front of me. Marcel was obviously drunk off his arse, I mean completely pissed, while Zayn was doing his best to help him keep his balance.

I knew Marcel was drinking tonight, but he assured me he wouldn't get drunk. And who would think...? Everyone knows the most Marcel ever wants is one beer. I think he may have needed some liquid courage to help him bridge the gap between himself and Zayn.

I probably shouldn't have left him alone while I went to party with the lads, but I knew he wanted to spend some alone time with Zayn. It really hurt him when Zayn stopped talking to him, and I know he wants that friendship back.

I watched as Zayn finally was able to take Marcy into what I knew to be a bedroom. In a matter of seconds he was back out again, closing the door behind him with a sigh.

He tugged at the ends of his hair before putting it back into place. A perfectly styled black quiff, as usual. He froze when he turned to see me already staring.

"Uh...I just-" I held my hand up to let him know he didn't need to explain. I had seen the whole thing.

"Thanks mate." I flashed him one of my most charming smiles as I thanked him sincerely. He took care of Marcy when I wasn't there, and didn't even try anything out of line.

He looked a bit taken aback by my response,"Mate?"

I chuckled a little, walking over to him with my hands up in surrender,"Yes, Mate. Only if you're comfortable with it though." I held out my hand, which he stared at for what felt like 10,000 seconds.

Eventually I let it drop with a sigh, feeling quite defeated. "Look, I have no problem with you Zayn. In fact, I think you're kind of cool..." I shrugged and scratched the back of my neck. He slightly blushed and looked at the ground causing me to cough awkwardly,"I mean, I don't think we shouldn't be friends simply because we've dated the same person."

It was no secret that he was a cool guy. And if I'm being completely honest, the man is gorgeous. He's good looking, funny, laid back, and just the kind of guy I would want to be friends with if our paths hadn't crossed in the worst way.

One corner of his mouth tugged up slightly as if he was trying to remain cool. Although when it comes to guys like Zayn, being cool isn't something you have to try at.

"I think you're kind of cool, too Louis." His half smile finally turned into an all out grin, and I'm sure I looked the same.

We shook hands, well he attempted to give me a normal handshake but I taught him what was bound to be our new official handshake.

"See, and then you bump it and it's supposed to explode so you go POOCHUOWWW." He laughed and went along with it, even making the stupid noise at the end.

His phone beeped, and he took it out of his pocket to read the text message. I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, but I ignored it seeing as it would be the same message.

I, very impatiently may I add, waited for Zayn to tell me the news. He looked back up at me with a sly smile on his face.

"We're on."