Mute Larry Stylinson Harry!Mute

Saturday 8

Saturday 8

The club was buzzing around him, people bustling around the place: to and from the bar, drinks sloshing in glasses. His eyes danced around the dark premises, squinting through the flashing lights to see the dancing people. Louis wasn’t really phased by the grinding couples on the dance floor, nor was he that bothered when he was practically knocked over when he first walked into the club by a girl and a boy who were practically eating each other’s faces off. It wasn’t the most pleasant sight, but it was a sight which he was used to. It wasn’t like the boys would suggest going to a gay bar any time soon, unless one of them had a sudden change in direction and then he could argue it wasn’t one against three.

He leaned back against the cool bar, bringing the hand that nursed a beer up to his lips to wipe away the dribble of alcohol that rolled down his chin after he gulped down the rest of the bottle.

Zayn was slumped over a small glass of whiskey, a profound frown on his face as he stared into it deeply. Louis didn’t have the heart to tell him that really, Holly wasn’t ever going to stay once he told her he actually liked her; I mean, had he not noticed the eyes she made at every boy who walked by? She even snuck a cheeky wink at Louis, regardless of the fact he was gay. She was just gagging for it, and Zayn was a good catch, Louis could confirm that himself. His dark and mysterious facade matched his rugged looks, and really, Holly’s plastic form was never going to be good enough for him, regardless of her lack of want for a proper relationship.

Niall, on the other hand, was cackling loudly, head thrown back with laughter. His hand was wrapped around a beer, casually bringing it up to his lips randomly. His bright blue eyes shone through the darkness, the glint present which he always got when he had alcohol in his system. Niall always said he was at home with alcohol; Louis decided to blame that on him being Irish rather than claiming it was some sort of alcoholic addiction. Niall’s other arm was wrapped around a tall lean, dark haired girl who he must’ve picked up recently, or else Louis must’ve been out of it for quite some time. She was giggling rather sweetly - verging on annoyingly though for Louis - as she swivelled around and pulled the blonde lad into a raunchy kiss.

Liam was sat on the bar stool, the only one out of the four of them being lucky enough to nab the seat. He was smiling softly down at his phone. Louis could spot that sappy look a mile off, or more precisely, his ‘Danielle-look’. He was completely smitten with her, no matter how much he protested, Louis could tell how deep his feelings for her drove through his body.

The thing was, was that there was this untold ‘rule’, as such, that the four of them were bound to. It wasn’t created purposefully, it just…appeared. Louis guessed it was Zayn who enforced it, with his rebellious teenage years of sleeping around with a lot of girls. The whole facade they created was that they weren’t serious. About love that is. Yes they’d claimed to be in love times before, but they were too young to know then; well, that’s what they told themselves anyway. None of them wanted to be branded as ‘whipped’ or anything of the similar, so they acted in the most classically lad-ish ways possible and pretended they didn’t care as much as they did.

Having transferred over to a booth that had become available, and settled into the leather seat,  Zayn on one side and Niall on his other - who had seemingly lost the girl clinging onto him before-, Louis finally participated in the conversation between his friends. Surprisingly enough, the other three were considerate over Louis’ lack of interest in mundane topics like football, so he joined in animatedly as they talked about how Zayn’s youngest sister had picked herself up a boyfriend. Zayn was fuming; that in itself was hilarious to Louis. But then again, if the same were to happen to his sisters, he’d have been as angry as Zayn; he could fill the overprotective brother role quite well, even though he never had the chance to use it that much.