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Chapter 11

Louis' pov.

I bring my fist up to knock on Damien's front door. As I wait for him to open it, I shove my hands deep in the pockets of my jeans and rock back and forth on my feet.

The small smile on my face when the door opens is quickly erased when Cam is revealed, wearing only grey briefs. His hair is all kinds of f.ucked up and his cheeks are flushed red.

"Oh, hey Louis!" His face breaks out into a face splitting grin. 

"Uh- hey, um, is Damien here?" I try my hardest to look anywhere but his eyes or the bulge in his briefs.

"Yeah, come on in," He opens the door farther and steps aside. I make it a point to stay at least a foot away from him at all times when I pass him.

Once I've entered, Cam shuts the door and walks beside me down the entry hallway. "Damien said you'd be stopping by."

"Mhm," I answer awkwardly, desperately counting away the seconds until Damien pops up to get me away from Cam.

"So.. How was your day?" He attempts to start a conversation, and I don't think I can deal with this awkwardness.

"Look, Cam," We stop in the hallway and he turns to look at me. "Yes, I know you're f.ucking Dame, and I'm totally fine with it, but don't make this any more awkward than it has to be. One, it's only ten in the f.ucking morning; I haven't even started my day to be able to tell you how it went."

"Two, save the small talk, because I'm not interested in being uncomfortable the entire time you're going to be banging my best friend. Three, you're in your damn briefs with a hard on. Don't talk to me, and don't even look me in the eye, because I'm afraid that thing might just come out and bite me any second."

Cam's mouth is wide open and his eyes are nearly bulging out of their sockets when I decide to walk away and leave him behind. When I enter the living room, Damien is seated on the large white couch - thankfully wearing at least sweatpants.

"Louis!" He shouts and quickly jumps up from his seat, running over to me, his arms wide open. He engulfs me in a bear hug, his arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders.

"Seriously, Dame, you smell like sex and you're all sweaty," I pat him on the back lightly. "Get off me."

He laughs loudly and shakes his head, but thankfully drops his arms. "Make yourself at home and all that shit," He says while gesturing to the white furniture.

I plop down in the singular chair and fold my hands in my lap. Damien falls back down on the long white couch, putting his feet up onto the glass coffee table and crossing them at his ankles.

Cam enters the room and I take note that he has put on grey sweatpants like Damien has on. He sits down next to Damien and curls his legs underneath his body, leaning into Damien's torso.

"Aw, how cute, you guys match," I fake coo, placing my hand over my heart and pouting out my lip.

"Oh, fuck off, Lou," Damien laughs and hooks his arm around Cam's shoulders. "So, what brings you here?"

"Well, um, about that," I stutter nervously, my fingers twiddling together in my lap. "I wanted to talk to you about uh.. this guy I'm sort of into."

"Is it that Playboy, again?" Damien smirks, his eyebrow quirking up accusingly.

"What!? N-no, well-" I can't decide if I want to tell Damien or not, but Cam speaks up before I can make a decision.

"We're talking about Harry, right?" Cam asks, and Damien slaps him in the stomach.

"You twat! Louis doesn't know his name!"

"Actually, I do," I laugh nervously, and elaborate when Damien gives me a questioning look. "That other Playboy, Zayn, said his name when I was around, so I picked up on it."

"What do you mean 'when you were around'?" Damnit, Damien. Always picks up on the little things.

"Well," I look around the room, obviously trying to stall.

"Louis, you have ten seconds to spill the beans, or I'm going to start making out with Cam right here, right now," Damien threatens, and holds up his fingers. "Ten, nine, eight, seven.."

"Okay! Fine!" I really, really don't want to watch my best friend make out with Cam. "Okay, so, I was looking for the bathrooms last night, right? Well, I went into this room and saw a bathroom in the corner, so I decided to use it."

"It turns out that room was Harry's, and after he yelled at me, we ended up dry humping each other against the damn mirror and Zayn walked in and Zayn called me Harry's boy toy and I didn't like that. So, I ran from them and then Harry offered to take me home since I couldn't find you guys, and on our way out, Harry punched this guy that grabbed my ass."

"Woah, woah, woah!" Damien stops me. "Harry hit somebody?"

"Yeah, anyway, so we ran out of the club before anybody could arrest Harry or something, and we ended up dry humping on the hood of his car again, but his phone rang so he stopped. He was talking to somebody named Gem or something, and said that he'd be home after dropping his friend off."

"He called you his friend?" Cam interjects, and I nod, but continue.

"So I don't know if Harry lives with another guy or something, and I really don't want to be used or played, so I just don't know what the hell to do."

"Wow," Damien releases a sigh and looks at Cam before turning back to me. "Played by the Play Boy, how original."

"You're not helping!" I groan, taking the white pillow that's beside me to cover my face and groan into it out of frustration.

"You guys do a lot of dry humping," Damien comments, and I remove the pillow from my face to give him the meanest glare I can.

"Okay, okay," Damien puts his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry for my dry humor, Lou."

"You're an ass," I grumble as Damien laughs. "Cam, what do you think?"

"Um, well, I think that Harry is being rather low, don't you?" Damien and I nod. "Have you guys ever gone on a date or anything? Like, to talk instead of just humping each other?"

"No, I barely know him."

"There's your solution!" Damien yells, throwing his arms up in the air. "Take the hottie out and get to know him and not just his p.enis!"

"Oh my f.ucking god, Damien," I groan, "I haven't even seen his penis!"

"More time for that after your date, don't you think?" Damien gives me a cheeky wink. "He can be your dessert. Just top him off with some whip cream and a cherry and I bet he's delicious."

"You are the worst friend ever."

"But yet you still love me," He grins, "Anyway, so just take the man out and see what happens."

"I don't even have his number," I grumble.

"So get it? Guess you'll be coming back to the club then," He shrugs and then turns to Cam. "Hey, why haven't we tried licking whip cream off each other? I have some in the fridge."

"And that's my cue to leave," I say and quickly stand from my chair. "You two s.ex-driven freaks have a good day, I'll see you tonight at the club."

"We're coming over early to pick you out a killer outfit so he can't say no!" Cam shouts when I reach the end of the living room.

I laugh, walking down the hallway when I hear Damien shout before I close the door, "And if the f.ucker turns you down, I'll be sure to chop his d.ick right off!"

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this was just a quick update, sorry lol

i love damien so much

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x wren