The Wedding ✔

Chapter 9 *

"What do you want to know about Niall and Ed?" asked Zayn, flexing his arms.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "Well basically everything. You never told me about them, why so?"

"'Cause you're you", said Zayn matter-of-factly.

Louis couldn't argue with that. "Fair enough."

"We were actually in London when we met Niall. It was back then when Liam wanted to go to a karaoke bar every time he was drunk, remember?"

Louis snorted, and picked up another chair. "Yeah. I faked sick so that I wouldn't have to come."

He handed the chair to Zayn who glared at Louis. "Thanks for that, by the way. It was horrible. Thank God Liam got over that let's-drink-and-sing-karaoke phase."

Louis chuckled. "You can say that again."

"But yeah, anyway, that's when we met Niall. And Ed."

So they met in a karaoke bar. Now Louis really understood why Zayn and Liam never talked about Niall and Ed— Louis would have laughed so hard that he'd have died. Or something like that. Drunk Irish Man singing karaoke with his drunk Ginger boyfriend? Oh yes, Louis would have had received a lot of humor from it.

"You know, Louis", said Zayn, motioning him to hand another chair, "You could just, dunno, talk with them and get to know them all by yourself?"

Louis gave Zayn another chair. "Pfftt, of course I can't, are you crazy?"

"Apparently", said Zayn, rolling his eyes. Louis noticed that Zayn had been doing it a lot lately.

They stayed silent for a moment because Zayn wasn't that talkative and Louis was too ashamed to ask about Harry. He really wasn't that interested about Niall and Ed, but Harry... Well, that's completely different thing. Sure, he could just wait that Harry opens up to him and tells his life story— patience is a virtue, they say. But even though Louis had many special talents and traits, patience wasn't one of them.

"So... is Harry single or...?" Louis wanted to smack himself because he couldn't have choose any more cliché thing to say even if he tried. And it sounded so wrong. So wrong. Louis didn't mean it like that, at all. Louis was a free bird, goddamnit!

Fortunately, Zayn knew that and didn't think that Louis had asked because he himself wanted to date Harry. Zayn knew Louis far too well to ever think about something like that.

"Yeah, he is", he said.

"Why?" Louis asked, because certainly Harry was a good looking guy. Though, on the other hand, if Harry was single, maybe he and Louis could have a little bit fun.

"Dunno", said Zayn, narrowing his eyes, "and I know that look of yours, stop it."

"Stop what? What look?" Louis asked innocently.

Zayn pointed at his face. "That look. Remember what I said about—"

"About keeping my dick in my pants?"

Zayn nodded, serious. "It's still valid."

"Yeah, yeah", Louis said lazily.

He had promised to try. Louis knew Zayn wasn't kidding and that he would probarly kill Louis if Louis ever has sex with Harry but then again, he and Harry were grown ups. So if they both wanted it then what's the fuss? They were old enough to make their own decisions. And Louis was pretty sure Harry wanted him too. At least Louis wouldn't mind going down and dirty with Harry because damn, that boy was gorgeous.

Suddenly Louis remembered that he was supposed to work. He blinked and scratched his neck, frowning.

"Okay, quick question...", Louis said warily. "Are we gonna first get these chairs out of the truck and then carry them to the backyard? And then repeat it when those two other trucks come?"