Try.

Chapter 20: Give Me Some More

I groaned and let my head fall into my hands, wishing the stack of articles on my desk would just magically edit themselves. I felt a crumpled piece of paper hit my arm, and I turned my head to see Louis looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Babe, you've got to get those done before the game tomorrow." He said. "Chelsea will be pissed — well, she won't be pissed, maybe just passive aggressive. But still, she'll be upset."

"I know, Lou," I said, taking another file and flipping it open to the first page. "This week has been too slow, I feel like I'm dying."

"You're so dramatic," Leigh-Anne laughed. "It's only Thursday, calm down."

"Oh, right, it is Thursday!" Louis smiled. "Are we still going for margs tonight?"

"Oh, héll yes," Leigh-Anne said. "Wanna come, Viv?"

"You guys are getting margs tonight?" I asked as I crossed out a few words with my red pen.

"Yeah, it's three dollar margaritas at The Lighthouse tonight." Louis explained. "We like to call it, Thirsty Thursday."

I laughed and nodded. "I'd love to."

"Good, now give me these," He said, and came over to my desk, taking half the pile I had left and putting it on his own. "And finish those and we'll get this done sooner."

I gave him my most thankful smile and said, "You're a blessing to this earth, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do." He agreed.

Eventually, we got all of our work done and I was able to go to The Lighthouse without any guilt of leftover paperwork weighing on my shoulders. Louis  always came dressed to impress, clad in a sweater over his button-up, some trousers that I knew he wore solely to show off his áss, and his boat shoes. Leigh-Anne and I kept it casual since it was Thursday and we couldn't be bothered to step up our fashion game.

"It's hard being the pretty one." Louis said after we arrived, gazing up and down at us with that sassy look on his face.

I rolled my eyes and laughed before following him inside, and it wasn't even three seconds before I noticed Harry sitting at the bar with multiple other men surrounding him. I frowned, knowing he had a game the next day, and only a few of the men with him I recognized as his teammates.

We sat down and both Leigh-Anne and Louis gave me looks, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

"What's pretty-boy doing here?" Louis asked.

"I have no idea." I said, shaking my head. They faced us, and our booth was right across from where they were sitting, but they were far enough out of earshot that we didn't have to worry about speaking too low.

"Is that Alex Edwards?" Louis nearly gawked. "Holy shît, he's even more beautiful in person."

"And he looks almost exactly like Harry." Leigh-Anne said. "If Harry wasn't sitting next to him, you'd think Alex could be Harry."

"Ugh, it's probably best you don't say that to him." I said, and they both looked at me quizzically. "Harry doesn't really like Alex."

"Really?" Leigh-Anne questioned. "Their bromance is like, the most talked about friendship in the world of baseball. Why would he hate him?"

"He doesn't hate him, necessarily. But he told me that Alex is kind of a selfish ásshole, so he doesn't really like elaborating on it."

"I mean, if I looked like he did, I'd be an ásshole too." Louis shrugged. "I'd climb him like a palm tree."