Louis: You couldn’t help but smile as you approached the Kappa house, your two best girl friends following closely behind. It felt good to be able to waltz right into the house, have everyone know you, and be guaranteed a drink and a good time. And those were only a few of the perks of dating Louis, the Kappa president. He commanded that place like a king, and made you feel like a queen. Eager to get inside, you walk up the front steps to the usual crowd of clueless first years trying to get into the frat. You smirk as you relish in the fact that you can cut right through. As you reach the top of the stairs, you realize that three boys you don’t recognize are manning the door, and thus control who goes in and who doesn’t. They must be new pledges, stuck with the shitty job during the party. “Excuse me.” You say, trying to slide between them. But they don’t budge, glaring at you. “Who do you know here?” One of them spits, his arms crossed. “Excuse me?!” you say with raised brows. “You heard us, freshman!” another roars. “Who the fuck do you know here? Step back!” You scoff. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” You say with a glare. “I am the president’s girlfriend!” The three boys laugh. “That’s a new one!” one of them says. “Now get the fuck back in line and wait like every other bitch—” “PLEDGE!” A roar comes from behind them, overpowering even the loud music. The boys jump in fear. You smile, recognizing Louis’ voice. He comes strolling through the door, arms crossed, a cold look on his face. “What did you just say to my girlfriend?” He says very slowly. The three of them freeze, looking from you to Louis and back to you. “Nothing, Lou—” “Shut up.” Louis spits, holding out his hand to you. You take it and smile with satisfaction as Louis pulls you to him, passing the boys, and holding your waist tightly and kissing your cheek. “Don’t bother coming back inside tonight.” Louis spits to the three boys. “And don’t you ever speak that way to my girl again.” He pulls you in tightly. “Come on Babe,” he murmurs, “let’s go have a good time.”
Niall: Even though you were new to the fraternity world, you knew about Niall. Every time you entered the huge Sigma Chi house on a weekend, you’d either hear about him or see him, the life of the party. And god did you want him. Rumor has it, he was the first pledge to successfully manage a kegstand, and became very popular amongst the brothers. As you now circulated the house with your friend, red cups in hand, you catch sight of him every now and then and your stomach flips at his toned chest showing through his loose white tank. At one point, you swear he made eye contact with you and winked. The one thing about Niall that worried you was that he always seemed to be talking to another girl, a new girl. He exuded confidence. His sex scandals were the talk of the frat, and he always seemed to have a huge amount of girls to dance with or to take a body shot with, his laugh constantly reverberating throughout the house. But tonight, you found yourself repeatedly in the same room as him, inching closer and closer every few minutes. Finally, after an older-looking brother patted him on the back and sent him your way, you realized it: he wanted you. Before you knew it, he was laughing with you, touching your bare shoulders, your hips… you found yourself on the dance floor not much later, fitting into the curve of his chest perfectly. The smell of his cologne and a bit of tequila wafted over you. He pulled you closer and closer, and finally, as you began to kiss his neck and grind against him, you took a leap of confidence and whispered in his ear “wanna go upstairs?” Niall stiffened, pulling back to look at you. He gulped, nodding furiously before looking around and shaking his head to relax and pull you off the dance floor. You led him up the stairs to a random bedroom, not caring about where you were or who else saw. You were with Niall. You shut the door and flopped onto the bed, the alcohol in your system making you giggle. Niall stands at the shut door, unable to take his eyes off of you as you lay yourself before him. You smile and begin to unbutton your shorts. “Niall… come here…” you whine. He blinks, as if he can’t believe it, and walks over to the bed and sits down, finding your lips and pressing his to them. But something’s off. He’s oddly tense, not moving like he was on the dance floor. You pull back. “Is everything okay?” you ask, furrowing your brows. “Mhhm.” He says unconvincingly, continuing the kiss and reaching his hands to your chest. They’re shaking as he slides them up your shirt. “What’s wrong?” You ask, pulling away. “Am I doing something wrong?” “Ah Christ.” Niall says, pulling his hands away and looking away in shame. “What?” you ask, sitting up. “You’re not doing anything wrong…” he mutters, “I’ve… I’ve actually never been with a girl, believe it or not.” You raise your brows. “But all of the brothers say—” “It’s all bull. They just talk me up. I’ve never actually made it this far. And I can’t believe it’s actually with you.” He looks at you in shame. You crawl over to him and cup his face. Who knew that the popular Niall was actually an innocent little thing? You smile and bite your lip before leaning behind him to flick off the light switch. “Well then…” you whisper, “I guess I’ve got a few things to teach you…” you pull his lips to yours as he groans roughly.
