Zoo // Louis Tomlinson

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            Louis’ POV

 

            “Scoot over babe.” I came out of the kitchen, a slice of pizza hanging from my mouth as I attempted to balance a cup of tea and coffee on the cheap paper plates.

            “What the hell Harry!” Lydia shouted, standing up off of the seat and pulling on her hair as Harry left yet another open goal go on fifa.

            “Yeah mate, even she knows you’re shit.” Liam piped up, smacking my bum as he moved past me with a plate piled full of peperoni and sausage.

            “You’re losing to a girl!” Zayn was spread out on the couch, both him and Niall in various stages of denial as Morgan continually shit on Harry’s dreams of ever being even remotely decent at the game.

            “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Lydia snapped, her sweatpants hanging off of her hips and exposing a nice inch of tanned skin where her tank top had ridden up.

            “It means you’re a girl, and you most definitely can’t play fifa.” Zayn grinned, chuckling good naturedly when Lydia just settled on sticking her tongue out at him because she was definitely shit at it.

            “Oi love, sit down.” I grinned, scooting past her and chuckling a bit to myself when she jumped at the sudden skin on skin contact.

            “Fucking useless you are.” Liam continued to mock Harry as Lydia finally took a seat next to me, the small leather chair hardly fitting both of our bums as I rolled my eyes.

            “I meant, sit on my lap.” I sighed in amusement, setting the plate full of drinks and pizza on the side table so I could pull her onto me. Her little figure squirming in protest before I just set her down on my lap and leaned back, my arms settling back into place around her waist as she made a loud noise of protest.

            “So why aren’t you two dating?” Niall nearly shouted from across the room, his mouth full of pizza and beer, but his eyes bright with a meddling sort of mischief.

            “Hey Lydia!” Harry also shouted from his spot in front of the telly, his eyes still glued to the screen as though he had a chance of winning.

            “What?” Lydia turned her head towards Harry, and I was almost afraid for what would come out of his unfiltered mouth.

            “You’re h-“

            “Harry shut the fuck up!” I shouted back, masking his words with my own as the entire room quite quickly collapsed into a heaping pile of hysterical laughter. Even Lydia and Morgan joining in as silent tears streamed down their faces, eyes sealed tightly on everyone except Niall –because he was choking quite heavily on a swig of beer that had gone down the wrong way.

            “I thought we had something real!” Harry wheezed, his back on the floor as him and everyone else struggled to breathe correctly again.

            “You’re such a twat.” I groaned, leaning even farther back in the chair and making sure that my arms remained quite firmly around Lydia. Her little fingers tracing spade on the newest addition to my collection of tattoos.

            Morgan had been here for nearly an hour, and although everyone was still quite at ease around her, I couldn’t help but still hold a strong disliking towards her. However, if Lydia kept inviting her over, I knew that was going to change, because as much as I disliked Morgan, I’d like to keep Lydia around.