Larry fics

Let Me ruin you

Let Me Ruin You

Summary:

Niall is dragged to a party by his friend, Zayn, who is only there to hang out with his 'not-my' boyfriend, Louis, and Louis likes to play matchmaker so, naturally, he introduces Niall to his friend, Harry.

Or the one where Niall runs into someone from his past and, wow, this is not how he saw his night going at all.

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It’s when this short, brown haired, fairy of a man in an oversized white shirt and nondescript black jeans jumps on Zayn that Niall feels like he truly doesn’t belong. He hangs back as the shorty he comes to know as ‘Louis’ climbs all over his best friend like a bee on a flower before he jumps off, stumbling back to finally notice him.

“S’this him?” Louis asks in a cheery voice, eyes like waves of the Caribbean sea, bright and shining as he points at Niall before he launches forward. Louis tugs him into a tight hug and Niall decides that this Louis is far too touchy feely for his liking. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Zayn’s told meso much about you!”

Louis finally backs away and Niall rubs at his head cautiously, stroking through his hair as he glances up at Zayn. “Not all good, I suppose?” He eventually says because Louis is still looking at him and Zayn is still looking at Louis like the sun is shining out of his ass.

“No.” Louis chuckles, placing a hand on Niall’s arm lightly. “He describes you as an absolute angel! At first, I found it hard to believe but, meeting you, you’re kind of perfect!”

Niall ducks his head a little to hide a smile and a blush before he turns into Zayn’s side coyly, batting at the air lightly. “M’not really,” He mumbles as Zayn throws an arm around his shoulders to pat at his side, chuckling into the crown of his hair.

“You are just the cutest omega.” Louis reaches forward to nudge his finger against Niall’s nose lightly. “I have the perfect person for you.” Without another word, Louis wraps his hand around Niall’s arm and starts tugging him forward but Niall digs his heels in when Louis’ words set in.

“Wait, what?” Niall splutters as he’s towed along, looking back at Zayn when Louis only answers him with a squeeze of his arm.

Zayn leans in though with a wide smile on his lips and he whispers low in Niall’s ear. “He likes to play matchmaker. Just humor him. He’s harmless.”

So Niall resigns himself to be dragged through a kitchen and into a crowded living room, jostled by drunken partygoers that sway like a collective mass to the music until Louis lets his arm go and he trips forward in his step. Zayn cuddles up close behind him, pushing him gently as Louis bursts through a wall of people and spins to face the people sitting on the couch that was hidden behind the wall. Niall can see him mouthing but the music is much louder than it was at the door and he strains to catch the end of Louis’ sentence.

“…someone you should meet.” And then he’s waving his hands enthusiastically, beckoning the person to stand up but they don’t so he sighs and slumps.

Slowly, Louis’ eyes slide to land on Niall before his mouth curls in a grin and Niall takes a step back but he bumps right into Zayn, curled so close behind him that there’s no place he can run to. Louis reaches forward next, grabbing Niall’s wrist lightly but firmly and he jerks Niall forward so he has no choice but to stumble into him, clutching at Louis’ shoulder to catch himself.

Niall doesn’t want to look over at whoever is sitting on the couch but his curiosity gets the better of him and he twists his head around. His stomach falls into his toes when he sees the man sitting there with the stem of a hookah pipe clasped between his pursed pink lips and his piercing green eyes like that of snake skin staring straight up at Niall. Niall immediately tries to jerk back, fight or flight instincts in overdrive, but Louis is still holding onto his wrist so he can’t go far.