Perilous ( L.T )

Chapter Five: Lumiere J. Beaumont

A/N: The song of the chapter is mentioned in the chapted, enjoy.

     I slowly took a two hundred dollar bill from the wallet of the guy who layed on the bed looking as if in between sleeping and death, as I walked out of the average apartment, I found out I had two texts.

hey, It's me, Louis. You left some of your stuff at Me and Niall's place, we should meet up so I can give them to you xx

                       12 : 37am

Call me when you're awake :)

       12 : 38am

     I dialled his number that was under the contact name ' Louiiee ' while squeezing my mind trying to find how the hell does he have my number.

    After exactly four rings he answered, and after a lot of ruckus he finally said " Niall Horan, You are paying for that plate! oh, sorry Hello. how are you? "

   " Grand, thanks. So what exactly did I leave at your place? " I said as I raised my middle finger at the man who nearly killed me as I passed the street.

   "Your pocket knife, bandana and um... your b-bra"

   " Okay, Meet me at Kroco beach at 3 pm"

   "Okay, Meet you there, bye"

   "Bye Lou" I said hanging up with a smile on my face.

Such a dork.

A cute one.

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Louis' Point of View

"Come on Niall! I really need to know what happened before I go see her"

"I already told you" Niall said as he munched on the awfully big subway. I don't even know if the guy ever gets a hangover.

I don't even know if he ever gets drunk.

"Niall I'm Pretty sure I didn't fu ck her twice on the kitchen counter, now spill" I said rolling my eyes as I looked for a good shirt to wear.

What? Isn't it allowed for a guy to dress up to meet a girl?

"What? Little Lewis can't take two rounds?"

" Niall. I'm two seconds away from smashing your head -along with your sandwich- Into every wall in our apartment to see which one is the hardest. Now spill " I said in my calmest voice I can master with the fakest smile dressing my face.

You are trying to deny it with anger because you doubt yourself.

You know what? I will crush you too, you shitty brain.

" Okay, Okay. Don't get your panties in a twist,

. See, We all sat down and played silly drunk games, Makayia, your girl's friend-"

"She is not my girl...Yet"

" Anyway, back to the point. So that girl Makyia said that you better take the knife from her -due to previous accidents- so that's numero uno. Number two was normal since they suddenly started dancing on the couch as you particularly drooled over them and her bandana flew off her hair"

And I could picture it, her jumping on the couch with her eyes closed shut tight her hair going around her as she flicked it like fire shots of brown.

" And number three was that she kept complaining on how bra's are torture and how push ups are suffocating and she just took them off, she is pretty much one of the funniest drunks I ever met."