Eccedentesiast || Larry

4. Doleful

L

Louis wakes up to the sun shining through his window and a large hand rubbing his back. It's probably Zayn, his flat mate (and best friend), trying to wake him up without angering him. It works, because Louis loves to have his back rubbed and he can never stay mad at Zayn for too long.

"We have to be at the charity dinner in an hour. You gotta get up." Zayn says softly whilst he pats the space between Louis' shoulder blades. He lets out a grunt and buries his face in his pillow, mumbling something incomprehensible to Zayn's ears. Zayn gives him one last pat on the back as encouragement before sitting up from the bed and exiting the room, leaving the door open so Louis is forced to get up if he wishes to close it.

The first thing he does is grab his phone from his bedside table and press the lock button. The screen lights up and he only has a few texts from his manager and various people congratulating him on his new movie. He had turned off twitter notifications a long time ago when his mentions just kept piling in. He frowns when nothing interesting is happening on twitter, so he sends a quick 'good morning' tweet before he gets out of bed to shower.

Louis lets the hot water stream down his body for a while, letting the bathroom fog up with steam from the water. His muscles instantly relax and some stress is relieved when he stretches his arms above his head, his back cracking as well. He quickly shampoos and conditions his hair, scrubs his body with a loofah that Zayn had insisted he use. ("It's good for your skin, doesn't rip it up like a washcloth would." Zayn had told him, and Louis took the weird looking fluffy sponge in his hands with reluctance. He won't admit that it actually does feel better than a washcloth.) He shivers when he finally turns off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the towel rack and wrapping it around his waist.

It doesn't take him too long to get dressed. He puts on black skinny jeans and a brick red t-shirt, with a black blazer over top of the shirt. Then, Louis matches the outfit with a pair of dress shoes. A white handkercheif is tucked into his jacket pocket. Altogether, it's and plain and hardly exciting at all, but Louis knows everyone will be talking about his 'stunning fashion sense' the next day. He sighs at his reflection in the full length mirror, dreading today's events. He slept the day away, only waking up for lunch a few hours ago.

He meets Zayn at the front door, and as usual, he looks amazing in his simple outfit; black jeans and a black button up. A nice watch rests on his wrist as well. Zayn doesn't have a handkercheif in his pocket, so he doesn't match with Louis too much.

"Ready?" Zayn asks.

Louis takes in a heavy breath, then lets it out before replying, "as ready as I'll ever be."

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Louis tilts his glass of champagne up, letting the bubbly alcohol slide down his throat and warm his insides. He's only slightly buzzed right now, but he likes the feeling and pours more champagne into his glass after each one he finishes. Zayn keeps warning him to stop and Louis keeps shrugging him off and insisting he's fine, he's not drinking too much, but it's no use.

Eventually Zayn tears him away from their table and everyone around them waves goodbye. He practically shoves Louis into the car. Louis doesn't even know why this gorgeous model (Literally. Zayn landed a modeling job a few years ago and is well known for making even the worst garments look fantastic) he has as his best friend puts up with him, because he's angry most days and isn't very cheerful, but at least Zayn knows why and doesn't hate him for it.

"Z, can you do me a huuuge favor?" Louis asks, resting his hand on Zayn's shoulder as he drives.

"Hmm?" Zayn hums.

"You see, I met this boy - Harry, super cute - at the premiere the other day and I was hoping you could find his number for me?" Louis asks, staring at Zayn with hope in his eyes.

"Bro, he's probably, like, not even eighteen yet," Zayn supplies.

"Well, yeah, probably. But he's sooo adorable and he just fawned over me the whole time and-"

"The whole time?" Zayn raises his eyebrow and glances at Louis quickly before turning his attention back to the road.

"Oh. We met in the bathroom during the premiere. Took a picture with him and everything," Louis pauses before adding, "he wanted to blow me."

Zayn laughs. "And you said no, right?"

"Of course, Z. What kind of person do you think I am?"

"The kind of person that lets teenage boys suck your dick in a dirty bathroom stall." Zayn replies jokingly.

Louis huffs. "Can you please just get me his number? I know you only have his first name to go off of, but I'd really appreciate it."

"Alright, yeah. I'll see what I can do." Zayn agrees, flashing a brilliant smile at Louis.

"Thank you!" Louis reaches over and hugs Zayn, now that they have come to a stop outside of their apartment building.

"Get off of me you wanker. You owe me, big time." Zayn narrows his eyes at Louis, but there is fondness hidden behind his brown eyes.

(A/N: I tried to attach a picture but it wouldn't work, sorry :(. Early update again. And you finally get Louis' pov, yay! If you couldn't tell, the chapters names have been synonyms to unhappy (Louis) and they will change later on (hint hint), so be on the lookout for some happy words.

-T)