Love Triangle ||Nouis/Larry/Narry||

two:: party

Two:: Party

When the doorbell went off for about the millionth time, Louis Tomlinson answered it with a wide ass smirk. He'd been watching as the party guests trickled in, one by one, or in some cases by the bucket load, depending on if they decided to come flying solo, or in a pack full of closely guarded friends.

However, there was one person that Louis had invited that he hadn't had the pleasure of letting in. And he was hoping maybe this time, it was going to be him. However, he sighed when he saw it was just that kid, Niall Horan, and his best friend, who Louis had a sneaking suspicion was fucking the fake-blonde behind everyone else's back, Liam Payne.

Louis couldn't help but scanning the crowd for the person he was looking for, but couldn't see him. He let out a sigh, maybe he just wasn't going to come, and Louis could accept that. He shouldn't even be looking for the boy, but he was, and it wasn't even his fault. It was the attraction he was feeling.

It was at that point that he heard the doorbell go off again. Louis trudged over to it this time, not feeling very host-like at this point anymore.

When he opened the door however, he couldn't help but smiling. The curly hair, the green eyes, that smirk. Louis couldn't help but loving everything. Until he saw the girl. The girl made him want to groan. Of course Harry wouldn't dare show up at a party with a boy, or even without a date. The boy did have a reputation to uphold.

"Hey, Louis," Harry said, curtly nodding his head. "This is my date for the night, Iris."

"Hello, Iris," Louis said, forcing her name to come off his lips. He was none too pleased that she was here, even though he had to admit she didn't look half bad.

His memory quickly connected her to one of Harry's groupies, or one of the three kids who were always following him everywhere, and apparently doing whatever Harry wanted. Harry was always showering them with kisses. Maybe this was his permanent girlfriend then?

"Hello," Iris replied rather chirpily. Louis mentally groaned at her cheeriness.

He'd had it in for Harry since last semester when they'd ended up in a room at a party, and had totally had sex. Louis highly doubted Harry remembered anything, because the boy had been wasted. Louis may have seemed as though he was, but he really wasn't. He wasn't much of a drinker in the first place, so he pretended to be drunk. It was the only way to get a decent fuck in the first place.

He was still looking forward to the next time he could get Harry Styles into bed because then they could recreate the magic that Louis had felt the first time. And that's why he was always inviting Harry to his parties. But the boy never got as drunk, or even made any moves on Louis. And it frustrated him to no ends.

He had to admit though that the fact Harry came to the parties so much had to mean something, didn't it? Why would he come if he didn't even care at the least? Would he come to all of Louis's parties if he didn't like Harry?

"Louis, man," a voice said, making Louis turn around quickly.

"Blake, dude," Louis said, holding up his hand for a high-five.

Blake was Louis's best friend, and had been for about five years. They were even on the football team together, Louis being the goalie and Blake being the star forward. They worked so well together as well. Blake was the only one, besides Harry, who had come to every single party of Louis's.

They were project partners for almost everything in school, and they were almost inseparable.

"What's up?"

"Not much," Louis replied.

"You're jealous of that chick with Harry, aren't you?"

Not only were they absolutely best friends, but Blake was the only person who knew about Louis's crush on Harry. Just as Louis was the only one who knew about Blake's crush on the goalie from their opposing football team, Zayn Malik.

"Maybe," Louis muttered.

"You should go ask him out," Blake replied. "Go, if anyone comes anymore, I'll answer the door for you."

"Thanks, man," Louis said, bumping his shoulder against Blake's in a playful manner.

He quickly saw Harry and Iris disappearing into the kitchen, and Louis quickly followed, determined to finally ask Harry out. He was going to suck those fears into nothingness, and conquer his biggest fear.

Or he was, until he heard voices.

"Babe, let's go up to the bedrooms. This party blows." It was Harry's voice, and Louis stopped dead in his tracks.

"Okay, Harry," a giggly voice replied, and Louis instantly recognized Iris's.

He felt his fingers clenching, and wanting to punch the living crap out of this chick who just came and decided to take him man away from him. What right did she have to come in and just sweep his man of his feet? Of course, he and Harry weren't officially dating, but this just ruined that from ever happening.

DUN DUN DUN! There you guys go...chapter TWO :D You guys are being spoiled, I don't normally write this much :D Anyways, what do you guys think? Just to let you know:

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