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Chapter 17

Niall can’t believe he forgot his own birthday.

And he can’t believe his friends remembered it - he isn’t even sure if he wants to know how they found out; he shouldn't be surprised, these kids apparently knoweverything.

The reason he forgot might have something to do with the fact that he stopped celebrating it when he turned ten, or in other words, when his mom began abusing pills- and really, before then his birthday has never been a big deal - or it might just be that he’d been too busy working on the fundraiser to remember he turns 17 tomorrow.

And the surprise party they’re throwing is well… is no less than fuckingperfect and fantastic and wonderful, and just amazing; Niall feels flattered beyond belief and happier than he's ever been, because, wow… they really did all of this for him.

Niall gapes at his friends beaming faces, all of them dressed up in their finest attires. The room has high ceilings, huge windows, and at the far end, there is a DJ who’s playing a slow ballad at the moment; there’s free bars on either side of the room, not to mention a huge birthday cake. His eyes swell as they sweep over a table with a large pile of wrapped presents, with neon letters hanging on the wall saying “Happy Birthday Niall!" but that isn’t what catches Niall’s attention at first- no, it’s the male servants mingling among the crowd and serving green drinks. Niall almost drools, because: one, they all look like underwear models, two, they’re shirtless, merely wearing bowties around their necks, and three, they’re wearing super tight leather pants that leave little to the imagination.

Feeling dizzy with happiness, he turns to his friends who are all grinning right back at him, “Guys, this…I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammers, completely speechless and stunned- because sure they are friends but he never expected them to do something like this.

Louis slings an arm around Niall’s shoulder, pulling him impossibly close until he can feel his warm breath right against his ear, “Don’t worry about it, Blondie. Just enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”

Niall pulls a back so he can grin up at Louis, “Thank you,” he says in complete sincerity, keeping his gaze set on the blue eyed boy before allowing his eyes to wander around the other surrounding faces, “You guys are seriously the best.”

“Hey,” Louis says, looking back at him with a fond look he’s never graced Niall with before, “You’re my friend, yeah? Or, at least I feel like you’re the stupid little brother I never got,” he teases, nudging Niall’s chin with a playful fist.

“Stupid?” Niall laughs, his heart expanding in his chest and he feels warm all over.

Louis starts laughing with him, “Or maybe just naïve and endearingly clueless,” Louis smirks teasingly and gently ruffles up his hair. They share a look for a second longer before it starts to feel a bit too intimate, causing Niall to finally look away.

Just then, one of the waiters comes over, and Niall tries to only look, not touch. He is gorgeous, with brown tousled hair, bright blue-green eyes and a strong jaw. Niall's gaze slides down his toned, firm chest, fingers itching to touch and he subconsciously licks his lips as his eyes continues further down, resting at where the leather is tight around the guy's crotch.

“To the birthday boy,” the stranger whom Niall seems to be so shamelessly eye raping cheers in a sexy British accent and an even sexier smirk. The boy looks Niall directly in the eye as he hands him a frothy, purple drink and Niall gazes back unabashed- and, well, Niall is after all a teenager with chaotic hormones, alright? So all his brain can focus on at that moment is just how much he wants a piece of him.

“Thanks,” Niall says, a tad breathlessly and bites down on his lip, attempting to gaze in what he hopes is a seductive manner; though he fears he may just be creepily leering at the poor guy. As his eyes roam over the man’s gorgeous body once more, the waiter cracks a charming smile, offering Niall a flirtatious wink before strutting away, and Niall finds himself openly ogling his ass.