Faith and Penguins; A Luke Hemmings FanFic

Chapter 23

Chapter 23:

Luke's POV:

That's it! They are obviously more than friends he seems to always be around.

I can't sit here and watch him take care of her. I'm not apologising, I'm going out.

I stand up, walk to my room and grab a jacket. I text Niall that I will be up to his room in a few minutes.

"Where are you going?" Michael asks with a concerned look on his face.

"Out," I reply shortly walking to the door.

"Wait," Ashton shouts, but I open the door and slam it, leaving them.

I knock on Niall's door and wait for him to answer.

"Hey Luke! What's up?" he says closing the door behind him as I follow him into his hotel room.

"We are going out for a few drinks," I say, knowing Niall can't refuse when drink is involved.

"You know it's only like 3pm, right?"

"Exactly, that gives us plenty of time to get shit faced!"

"I like the way you think! Give me a minute to change, then let's hit the town."

After Niall is ready we go downstairs and got in a taxi.

"Take us to the best bar in town," Niall says.

It only takes 10 minutes for the driver to stop outside some bar I couldn't pronounce the name of. I paid him and he sped off down the road.

We go in and sit at the bar and Niall orders us two shots each to start with. I'm not complaining, the faster I get drunk the faster I forget.

We down the the two shots pretty swiftly and we ordered a beer each.

"So, why are we out drinking in an almost empty bar at this early hour in the afternoon?" Niall finally asks me.

"Is Niall Horan whining about going out drinking?" I joke, to try and avoid the question.

"I'm not, believe me. I'm just wondering why just you just told me to get dressed 'cause we are going out, usually all the lads come along," Niall explains.

"They were busy and I really need a drink," I lie.

"Oh okay. So I guess it's just the two of us," Niall says, holding his glass up for me to clink my glass with.

"Sláinte!" he says taking a large gulp.

"What the fuck?" I ask, "I'm not slaughtering you, not matter how drunk we get!"

"No stupid! Sláinte means cheers in Irish," he explains.

We finish our beers pretty quickly and we order another round of shots and a beer each.

We have 4 shots this time lined up.

"Okay, let's make this a race," I tell him. "Finish the four shots the quickest and the loser has to..." I try to think of a forfeit.

"Kiss the waitress over there," Niall whispers to me while pointing to a 40 something year old woman and let's just say she ain't no Jennifer Anniston.

"Okay," I laugh, knowing that I can take shots quicker than Niall, but I know he can finish a pint faster than anyone else I know.

"On the count of three, okay?"

I nod in agreement.

"3... 2... 1!" We both say and start drinking.

I finished my 4th shot just as Niall finished his 4th.