Catfish [l.s] (boyxboy)

IM Colette

hiya. soo, I'm bringing in a lot of new characters and setting up the plot for the second story, and it's quite interesting to see your reactions towards it; several of you already hate Eve and she's barely spoken to any of the boys, but, hokay.

Eve is 'played' by Gabriella Wilde (no, I did NOT choose her just because she's very pretty. I saw her in Carrie and she is literally what I pictured for this character.) and if you've never seen her I put a gif on the side for your viewing pleasure. I kind of like to ogle at her face. oops. 

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Harry has gone too fucking far. 

Louis may be hungover, but he's still got a brain - even if it is threatening to explode in his skull - and he knows the invisible line that is never to be crossed. Harry has done a flying long-jump over the line complete with a round of cartwheels. 

He's brought a fucking girl to his room. A girl.

It's the next night and thankfully for Louis they don't have a show until the following evening. He's grateful because he was under the illusion that he would get a nice, quiet night with no distractions to try to sleep away any remnants of his headache or maybe soothe his irritability just a little. Liam's been in to check on him, neglecting to scold him for being irresponsible. Louis vaguely remembers the girl who must be behind the number that was tucked in his pocket but he tosses it carelessly on top of the bedside table and grabs the only book he has with him.

Things are fine and dandy and Louis eye's are starting to cross from fatigue until someone knocks profusely on Louis' door. He groans and rolls off the bed, pulling the door open with what he's sure is a hooded expression and bloodshot eyes.

Niall barges in before Louis can even process the fact that he's standing there in front of him, so Louis lets go of the door and watches it slowly close until it clicks shut. When he turns around, Niall is already lying across his bed with his shoes kicked off, trying to turn the telly on with the remote control. Louis runs a hand down his face.

"Niall, not that I don't appreciate your company, but what the hell are you doing here at eleven at night?" Louis was out until the early morning hours the night previous and he swears he's about to collapse on this floor.

Niall looks at him like he wants to speak but isn't sure if he should before he finally shrugs. "Harry and his fuck buddy are providing quite the soundtrack; dunno 'bout you, mate, but I really didn't want to listen to that."

"Wait, what?" Louis blinks, because surely Niall must be kidding. There's no way in hell Harry would move on this quickly, much less bring a random girl in from the streets just to get himself off.

"Yeah, didn't you see them? They were together all day, press is gonna go crazy; her name is.. Colette, I think. They met at some cafe Harry went to for lunch. Y'know, after they weaved through a crowd of people. Don't know what he sees in her, she looks like a total who-"

"Colette? What does she look like? Is she pretty?" Louis is suddenly very energized, staring at Niall from the foot of his bed intensely. Niall looks bored out of his mind, rolling his eyes and sitting up with a sigh. 

"Dark brown hair.. dark eyes, tan skin. I wonder what she looks like without her face on," Niall comments meekly, focusing his attention back on the television once he comes across what appears to be a cartoon of some sort. Louis is confused, angry, and hurt at the same time, but he's somewhat relieved that Niall has decided to speak to him again. Drilling him with questions about this mystery girl Harry was apparently ravishing down the hallway probably wasn't the best thing to do, but, whatever.

"Is she nice?"

"Um.. kinda?"

"How nice? On a scale from one to five."

"I don't know, Louis-"

"How tall is she? Is she tall? You know Harry has a thing for short girls, Niall-"

"Jesus Christ, Louis," Niall interrupts, "If you're so curious, why don't you just go meet her yourself?"

"Right now?"

Niall kicks him in the shin. "No, you idiot!" 

"Sorry," Louis mumbles, but he hangs his head and traces patterns onto the duvet aimlessly for a while until he hears Niall groan.

"I'm sorry, Louis. For. You know. The whole Colette thing, it must suck," Niall points out, forcing a smile in Louis' direction. "But he's gonna get over it eventually. And so are you."

"Yeah, but we haven't even spoken since.. the incident," Louis whines. 

"Well, he's seemed pretty okay since then. I mean, not the night of. He was a wreck that night," Louis winces, "Blubbering into my shirt about 'I loved her, Ni,' and 'I'm so stupid,' and 'Now what am I supposed to do'-"

"Alright, that's quite enough, thank you," Louis stops Niall before he vomits again. He stands up and paces around the room, trying to ignore the tugging in his heart at the fact that Harry was fucking another girl, but he couldn't find it in himself to be angry. It wasn't like Harry was his, but it seemed cruel to move on so quickly. Maybe Harry had done it specifically to burn Louis, but that didn't seem like a very Harry thing to do. Then again, Louis and Harry didn't know each other nearly as well as Louis had originally thought.

"Cool if I crash here? Don't wanna show up at three in the morning if they decide to go for round two," Niall asks and it's like he doesn't even realize how badly it stings for Louis to hear those words, but Louis agrees to allow him stay as long as he sticks to one side of the bed. 

Niall is terrible at keeping promises, because Louis wakes up in the middle of the night due to another human being rolling around on top of him. It's not like sleeping with Harry, who would scoot closer to Louis, but never too close; just enough so that when Louis would wake up, they'd be pressed together the perfect amount. It's not like Harry at all, because it's Niall. Louis stares miserably at his ceiling.

He wishes it was Harry.