Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

8. Preparation

"I am so bloody sick of letting the Theta girls host their parties here," Liam whined, mixing everclear into a bowl of Kool Aid. "They always make a mess and they only invite straight boys. It's no fun."

"I quite enjoy ogling the straight boys," Louis said with a giggle. "And watch what you're doing with that everclear. You'll poison us all if the ratios not right. Remember what happened last time, Zayn?"

"Oh fuck off. It wasn't labeled and I thought it was vodka," Zayn replied, rolling his eyes. "And I cleaned up all the puke!"

Louis jumped down from where he was sitting on the table and slapped Zayn on the back. "I'm kidding, you fucker. That was a while ago, too. Before you and Liam were.... a thing...." Louis said with a snarky smile, carefully eyeing the two boys' reaction.

Laughing, Zayn grabbed Liam's waist from behind, nearly causing him to spill the punch everywhere, and kissed his neck. "Happy almost one year, babe," Zayn cooed. "Thanks Louis, the perfect matchmaker."

"I try!" Louis said, kicking his leg up dramatically. He readjusted his leather vest and winked at Zayn, who was now nibbling Liam's ear.

"Babe, okay, okay," Liam said, kissing Zayn on the lips and returning to the punch. "Gotta finish this love, stop getting me hard. Well fuck later."

Louis started snickering and grabbed a cup to try out the punch, his face instantly twisting into a sour expression. "Fuck, this is strong. Like rubbing alcohol, needs more punch!" he instructed. Though Louis never did any of the real labor, he loved bossing people around. It was what he was best at— it's why he was Zete president after all.

"Coming right up," Zayn said, pouring more red Kool Aid into the punch bowl. "Try it now."

Louis raised an eyebrow and took another cupful of the concoction, coughing a bit as it went down. "Tolerable," he said, crumpling the cup in his hand. "Good enough."

"So Styles is gonna be there, Lou," Liam said excitedly as he made his way to the kitchen. "Talked to him in maths this morning. Said he got the invite through Kassie, and he's bringing his roommate along. Irishman. Have you heard of Niall Horan?"

"I have!" Zayn squeaked excitedly. "He's all over my friend Melissa. He's definitely trying to snag her tonight. Poor bloke. I don't think she's interested."

"Well that's nothing a little punch can't fix, now is it?" Louis replied sassily, pointing at the punch bowl.

"Louis! Consent is cool," Liam cried, smacking his bum.

"I was joking. Fuck, that hurt, Liam!" Louis retorted as he slapped Liam back, this time on the shoulder. "That's my best asset, mate. Precious cargo."

"Knock it off you two," Zayn said, rolling his eyes. Sometimes Louis and Liam could be so immature together, and though he wouldn't admit it, it really made him jealous. Especially because Liam and Louis used to sleep together before Zayn met them. Though their friends with benefits relationship was long over now, Liam and Louis were still super close friends, with a long history, and sometimes Zayn couldn't help but feel left out.

"So back to Styles," Liam said, grabbing a coke from the fridge. "Are you gonna make moves? He's so interested, mate. Face got all red when I told him you'd be there."

"Oh did it, now," Louis said, his eyebrows wiggling. "Classic reaction for most fellows, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, of courseeee. But I don't think he's out yet though," Zayn said, raising a brow. "Do you?"

"Out or not, I'll give him a taste if he's up for it," Louis said with a shrug. "But I'm not about to chase after him. I want Styles to come to me."