Awkward

Part Seventeen.

Louis shook his hips and sipped his drink to his music as he got ready. He hadn't gone out in a while and given his breakup with Harry, he really needs this. He walked over to his dresser and put his drink down.

Louis stood infront of the mirror holding up a pair of leather pants and a tight blue deep v neck shirt. It was favorite shift to wear on nights out. He decided to go sans flower crown, knowing his plan to drink his sorrows.

Louis laid on his back on the bed and began to pull his leather pants on.

"Come on baby, I haven't put on that much weight." He spoke to himself as he sucked in to pull the pants up. Just as he finally got them buttoned a knock sounded at his door.

Must be Zaynie He thought to himself.

"Door is open Zayn!" Louis yelled before a brief wave of panic went through him. "Unless its not Zayn ,in which case I'm coming!" He yelled out, just as Zayn rounded the corner and came into view.

"You look hot." Louis spoke, admiring Zayn. He was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a tight black shirt that read Balenciaga across the chest and his red doc Martin boots. To finish the look his hair was short and styled in a controlled mess and finally his signature leather jacket in hand.

"Thanks, you look half dressed." Zayn teased. Louis rolled his eyes as he quickly put on his shirt and slid his feet into a pair of sneakers.

"Annie texted that she'll meet us at BoyToy. Is Liam not coming?" Louis asked as he applied a very light layer of pink lipstick.

"He said he had a family thing." Zayn spoke, sitting on the bed. "I offered to go with him but he said no, that's not weird right?" Zayn nibbled on his lip as he watched Louis finish getting ready.

"Maybe he's just not ready for you to meet his family, its only been a few weeks of dating." Louis spoke, he took a sip of his drink then offered the rest to Zayn. Zayn took it, drinking the rest of it in one go.

"Maybe you're right. Ready to go?" Louis looked at himself once more in the mirror before turning to Zayn.

"Ready."

-

Harry stared at the message he sent , watched as it changed from delivered to read. He watched the three dots appear just for them to disappear. His heart clenched before he shook his head and tossed his phone aside.

He had a photo shoot tomorrow he was doing for Yves Saint Laurent and he needed to clear his mind. He needed a drink.

He grabbed his coat and his keys and made his way to his favorite gay bar.

-

Louis laughed as he watched Annie try to down her beer before Zayn but once again losing horribly.

Zayn slammed his beer down and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry babe, you said don't go easy." Annie rolled her eyes and put her own half empty beer down.

"I used to be able to beat you, its just been awhile." Annie was dressed in a deep v, backless bodysuit and black shorts. Her club boots stopping at her knees. Her beautiful brown hair down and curled against her back.

"You'll get me next time." Zayn spoke leaning over and kissing her cheek. "I'm heading to the bar, anyone need anything?"

"Shots!" Louis yelled, grinning. Already tipsy from his drink earlier as well as the three beers he downed. Zayn nodded as he walked away to the bar.

"Zayn sure does look good tonight doesn't he." Annie spoke, adjusting her boobs in her top while staring at Zayn.

"He does look particularly yum with his haircut. I always loved his hair short." Louis spoke, also staring at Zayn before he looked away and pouted.

"I miss Harry." He spoke quietly to Annie.

"I'm sure he's just a call away." She picked up her beer, taking a gulp. "His photos of you were beautiful."

Louis nodded. "Harry is beautiful and gosh the sex." Louis groaned, laying back in his seat. "I wish he was here."

"Who do you wish was here Lou?" Zayn spoke putting down 3 shots and another beer.
-

Harry sat in his VIP booth, watching the club below him. He had been drinking whiskey and was on his third, no, fourth glass.

Harry had his eye on a particular boy on the dance floor. Harry was mesmerized by the way he moved his body to the music. The way his hips moved side to side, his arms thrown up in the air.

Harry downed the rest of his whiskey and made his way down. He dressed simple tonight, all black. Black plain top, black slim fit jeans and his black leather boots with the small heel.

Harry walked through the people on the dance floor looking for his boy. His dick twitched when he finally saw him. From where Harry was in VIP, he couldn't make out how thick this man was.

Harry slid in behind him, slowly sliding his hand onto the boys hip. Loosely holding him incase he wanted to dance alone. Instead the man pressed himself against Harry, his hand coming down and resting on top of Harry's. Their hips synced with the music and each other.

Harry felt good dancing with him, liked how their bodies fit together. He leaned down to the boys ear and whispered a seductive Hello. The man giggled and shook his head.

The man said nothing just pushed himself further into Harry. Harry cursed under his breath. He turned around and continued dancing, once he threw his head back, Harry pulled away.

"Louis?"

" 'Arry?"

"Louis come on- Harry is that you?"

"Gemma, hi. It has been a while."

"Gemma?" Louis slurred, looking at Annie confused.

A/n Sorrryy this is so late. Don't worry. Next chapters picks up right where we left off. Sorry for any typo.

Huh who knew Annie would be Gemma?

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