X & Y

Chapter II

"Where are we going?" Louis asks Mark because of course Niall is leaving it to be a "surprise".

"Can't say, sorry Louis." Mark laughs and turns his attention back to the road.

"I hate you all." Louis mutters with a pouting look on his face.

How dare they not tell Louis? He literally is starving and cranky and tired and what do they do?

They fucking don't tell him a thing.

"We're almost there, chill." Niall laughs lightly smacking Louis's arm.

Ouch.

Louis huffs and stares out the window.

Two minutes later and the white car arrives. It's like they're in an alternate universe, it seems that every car in the lot is an expensive sport car like Niall's. Ranging in different names and colors and styles Louis can't even try to pronounce.

"You ready?" Niall steps next to Louis.

No.

"Sure let's go in." Louis fakes enthusiasm, letting Niall drag him into the building.

Upon entering the rich building Louis nearly gawks at the sight.

This is new.

Everyone is wearing suits and ties, cigars hanging from their pale lips and horribly cheery faces. Champagne roams around along with horderves served from crisp waiters.

The crowd holds sophisticated conversations, but what surprises Louis the most is Niall.

Niall Horan. The only boy Louis knows that can mingle with Louis the commoner and the queen of England at the same time.

Niall merged himself into the crowd.

Louis takes a second before going after Niall to inspect the crowd for a second more. What's funny is that the age for these people is absurd.

Everyone is in college.

Who knew snobs could be in their twenties? Louis thought that only applied to older people, I guess he was wrong.

Louis steps away from the door and walks toward Niall, who seems to be chatting with a few guys their age.

"There he is!" Niall grabs Louis and pats him roughly on the back. "This here is my best friend-"

Louis cuts Niall off, "Louis William Tomlinson." Louis looks at each boy carefully.

They smile back slightly off set from Louis's harsh glare.

"Nice to meet you." the boy with ginger hair smiles. His eyes are slightly cold, a blue green colour as well.

He then takes Louis's hand and shakes it firmly, both never losing eye contact.

"Edward Christopher Sheeran."

Louis nods letting go of Edward's hand.

Fuck that guy has some bad calluses. Guitar maybe?

The boy with warm brown eyes and neat hair of the same colour brings his hand up next. He looks like a puppy.

"Liam James Payne"

Louis nods as well this time feeling not as strong as a grip as Ed's, but he still sounds very masculine.

The last boy doesn't look like a boy. He's silent and looks like the one who is in control.

He's slick, but not in the greasy way and incredibly beautiful, but it's not like Louis is gay or anything. Fuck.

"Zayn Javadd Malik, but just call me Zayn."