Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r f o u r t e e n

Florence orders another vodka for herself and Louis is scolding her, "Please, Melissa. You've had more than 5"

"Lou, please", she pouts.

"Fine, but don't blame me if you're going to have a massive hangover tomorrow"

"Thank you", she smiles as she gulps another one.

Florence takes Louis' hand and pulls him into the dance floor. At first, they both don't know what to do, so they just stood there awkwardly but when Florence started swaying her hips side by side, Louis followed. He never leaves his gaze on her as he watch those hips sway. For a moment, he can't help but be jealous on how Zayn is lucky to have this girl.

Louis was taken aback when Florence put her arms around his neck, still swaying her hips.

"Christ", he mutters under his breath as Florence started grinding herself onto Louis.

"I think you've had enough alcohol tonight. You don't do this", he says into her ear.

"Good girls go bad", she says into Louis' ear... seductively.

He gulps down on his own breath again, "Maybe we should just go home", he says as he hooks his arm on her legs, carrying her bridal style. Some people looks at them but he just shrugs as he heads at the exit.

He carefully puts her into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt in before getting into the driver seat and driving off.

"Louis, can I stay with you at your apartment?", she mutters under her breath.

"Uh, but you don't have clothes. Let's just go on your apartment and--", he says but he was cut off when she puts a finger into his lips.

"Just let me wear one of your t-shirts and I'll be fine", she mutters and he decides to speak against it, but just kept quiet.

He pulls into the driveway and takes Florence out, carrying her on his back as he goes inside his apartment.

He carefully puts her in the bed and takes her heels off. He goes over to his cabinet, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Here, you can wear this", he says as he looks to her wasted best friend.

"Will you change me?", she mutters.

"No, I-"

"Please, I'm tired"

He takes a deep breath as she rolls, her back facing him. He gently unzips the dress, sliding the straps over her shoulders and down to her long legs. He is somehow glad by the fact that she wore a strapless bra instead of going with the pad of the dress. He slowly dresses her into his clothes and he runs a finger on her hair before putting her used outfit on a hanger. He changes into his clothes and goes over to Florence who is slightly snoring. He plants a small kiss on her damp forehead, putting all her hair away from her face before grabbing a few pillows and a blanket. He lies down on his couch while looking at Florence who is still snoring slowly, her lips slightly apart. He had always wonder on how would his lips felt on hers. And once again, he felt jealous of Zayn.

"Zayn is a lucky jerk", he mutters under his breath before drifting off to sleep.

[A/N : Hello cupcakes (: thank you for all the help, once again. I love y'all xoxo]