Starbucks Lovers (L.S)

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(Louis' POV)

I'm lonely.

That's the only explanation of my life and my mood at the moment. I'm constantly sad and annoyed, and I take it out on my friends. I know they're getting sick of my constant moodiness, but I can't help it.

I need someone.

I need company.

I need love.

I feel so alone, and I would love nothing more than a relationship. A real, true-love relationship with no bullshit, no cheating, no it's-not-you-it's-me crap. A goddamn lovestory like those in the movies.

Anything related to dating and love just always seems to avoid me. I've never had a relationship that lasted longer in a month, and I'm tired of closeted one-night-stands that leave the next morning while I'm in the shower. I just want someone who's ready to commit and not afraid to be with me. A real man.

It seems I'm just looking in the wrong places, but I feel like I've tried everything at this point. Tinder, bars, blind-dates, clubs. Niall even sat me up with one of his friends that was a drag-queen one time. Did not go well at all.

So, I'm kind of giving up at this point. Getting used to the idea that I'll be single forever. That I'll have to raise children on my own, and that I won't have a significant other to grow old with.

Maybe I'm just not pretty enough or funny enough, and I'll just have to accept that.

It's not like I expect a whole fairytale to just happen before my eyes, but at least just a little bit of a cliché romance, that's all I'm asking for.

I honestly don't know what to do.

-

Niall and I are sat in a booth at Mc Donald's as he shoves one of the three brugers he bought into his mouth. It has become kind of a tradition for Nialler and I to go and eat Mc Donald's together at least once a week. Just to catch up and have some bro-time. Which is weird since we're basically always together anyways.

"So, how are we in the love-department this week Tommo?" Niall asks with raised eyebrows. He knows damn well how it's going, he just wants to annoy me. And he succeeds.

"Do you want me to dropkick you in the face?"

"You wouldn't dare mess up the artwork that is my face." Niall crosses his arms and smiles with his mouth full of food. Always a charm the Irish one.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" I smirk. I probably wouldn't, but it doesn't hurt for him to think so.

"No you would not, you're a wuss."

"Bitch." I point my tongue out at him.

"You are." He shrugs as if it's obvious.

At this point we really can't get much more childish, but that's just the relationship I have with him.

"But seriously, you need to get laid Lou or you're gonna die of old pubes." Niall scrunches his face together in disgust.

"First of all, you're vile. Second of all, I don't want to get laid, I want to get love." I whine.

"Then why aren't you looking for it then?"

"Don't you think I've tried? Where the fuck do you look for that? It's not like I can just go into a room and yell 'Is there any single men in here?'" I say sarcastically.

Nialls eyes then suddenly widen and he looks at me as if I just discovered the eighth wonder of the world.

"What now?" I ask tiredly.

"That's a bloody great idea Tommo!" He jumps up from his seat to stand on it, nearly tripping several times.

"What? Are you high? What did you take?"

"Shh, I didn't take anything," He holds his hand over my mouth and it smells like a mixture of ball sweat and salt.

"Then where the hell are you going with this?" I manage to mumble through his fingers before I bite down on his palm. He screeches and pulls back his arm, rubbing his hand in pain. What a baby.

"Think about it! That could work!"

"What?" My eyebrows pinch together in confusion.

"What you said! Going somewhere and just straight up asking, and if there are any gay men in the room then you'll already know. Then you don't have to waste time starting up a conversation with unimportant people. You can just go out and then into the next room."

My mind takes some time processing what the dumbass is saying, but to be honest it's not complete shittalk.

"It's actually not an awful idea," Niall's eyes widen as if he didn't expect me to actually agree with him on something. "But what if someone is gay and it's like a fifty-year old man with grey hair?"

"First of all, don't judge people on their haircolor. Second, then we'll walk out and go to the next place, what's the big deal 'bout that?"

"Yeah yeah, okay." I'm pinching my lower lip between my fingers without noticing as I contemplate. "It could work, but am I really that desperate?"

"Um, yes?!" Niall says as if it's the most obvious thing ever - which it probably is.

"Yeah I am.......okay, let's do it then. But you're coming with!" I demand.

"Of course I am! I need to be the first one to meet your future husband don't I?"

"Sure." I chuckle before I continue eating my food.

"This is gonna be great I can already feel it!" Niall squeals like a three-year-old. God, this boy is weird.