death spells ☤ (larry stylinson) [ON HIATUS]

three

"and so i said to her, 'angelina, i want to. like, i really really want to. but what about brad?'" niall smirked with pride as he retold his story to louis and liam. retelling it only due to the fact that the first time he had told them the story, they were pissed drunk around a year ago.

liam just smiled and nodded the whole way through the tale whilst louis visibly disagreed with a lot of it, proven by the way he rolled his eyes and scoffed at the moments of the story that niall would deem pivotal. pivotal, haha, more like fucking bullshit.

the three were in their local café having just gotten out of uni. louis was taking music and english, niall too taking english only part time however, liam decided he preferred geology for some fucking reason. he was an odd kid when he first joined the university, louis was independent but felt kind of bad for the loner so he took him under his wing, as some would say.

"i really fail to believe that angelina jolie tried to bed you when she has brad pitt on her arm, but," louis patted niall on the shoulder, smirking "whatever you say, buddy." this caused liam to burst out laughing, startling both the boys and, not to mention, the other customers in the quiet coffee shop.

"wait, that story was about angelina jolie? fucking hell mate i thought it was about angelina from down the bar." louis joined in the laughter with the remark as niall blushed furiously, scowling to himself at liam's words.

the look on niall's face screamed disgust, and to louis it was priceless. "look at me liam, look at me in the eyes. i'm an attractive man, do you honestly think i'd settle for something like angelina from down the fucking pub?" niall scoffed, "that's more your level."

it was then liam's turn to blush profusely as louis excused himself to the toilet mentioning something about how he was most likely going to piss himself with laughter as their conversation took a slightly comedic turn.

"niall mate, i'm telling you, it's way too late in the day for me to still be sober. fucking resolutions are gonna be the death of me." liam muttered, resting his head on the table for a moment as he fake cried into the crook of his elbow. they were only two days into the new year and liam was already planning on breaking his resolution. niall just shook his head, whispering something about a 'crazy bastard' before a cough startled them, turning their attention to a man who looked to be in his 20s. now if niall wasn't so painfully straight, he might've admitted that the man was attractive, but his suit was way too tacky. and besides, the only man niall would ever find attractive was the one who stared him back in the mirror every day.

"i'm up there next so don't talk over my set." he was a guy niall was absolutely positive he had seen before yet couldn't point his finger on what it was about him that was so memorable.

the likely situation was that he was about to go onstage and obviously saw how loud the boys were being. it didn't really bother the duo as he was probably shit anyway and niall would have given him a piece of his mind if his new years resolution wasn't to stop doing exactly that. the two of them would do nothing between them, liam was too soft and with louis in the toilet, niall really had nothing better to do except shoot a fake smile and a half-arsed apology to the bitchy male.

"alright, sorry." niall grinned, muttering a small "arsehole" to himself as the bloke walked away. it was a public café it's not like that twat could actually tell them not to talk to each other. had he ever heard of human rights? free speech? obviously not. and niall was not a politics maestro but with the way that guy attempted to silence the lads, he was nothing but a idiotic mix of donald trump and justin bieber. plus the addition of an ugly suit whilst they were at it.

"i'm sorry, did you say something?" the dude turned around right as he was about to step onto the stage. "thought as much." he shrugged literally one fucking second later before sitting on an uncomfortable looking chair on a stage (one that liam previously claimed had been 'ready to collapse') and pulling an acoustic guitar up onto his lap.