Liam’s POV
“Oi Payno! Quit complainin’ about your shit love life.” Louis looked up from his deadly round of fifa to shout at me, his eyes alight with irritation as Niall nearly scored an open goal.
“I was just trying to explain-“
“Niall what the hell!” Zayn stood up, taking the rest of the room by surprise as he nearly spilled his beer over me in an attempt to smack Niall for missing the pass.
“You’re shit at this mate!” Harry called from the kitchen, probably not having a clue as to what was happening but deciding to partake in the rukus anyways.
“’Arry I will shove this controller up your arse- Louis you wanker!” Niall again shouted, throwing his controller on the ground as Louis proceeded to snort into his beer because he’d won fifa and he was at least partially drunk.
“Right, I was just trying to-“ I started again, only to be cut off for the seventh time by my incredibly irritating best friend.
“I know you’re upset Wanda-“
“Valerie.”
“Right, I know you’re upset that Val never texted you, but mate she worked as a barista at Starbucks.” Louis continued, referencing the girl I’d met at the club last night while shooting grins at Zayn as Niall proceeded to glare off into the distance –and by distance, I meant right above Louis’ head.
“Starbucks? You didn’t tell me she worked at Starbucks?”
“Jesus Liam, you’ve been reading to many of those fan-flicks.” Zayn giggled, trying to hide his incredibly obvious fist bump with the curly haired lad –who had just tripped over his own two feet and nearly scorched Louis with his gluten free noodles.
“Yeah, be lucky your girlfriend isn’t off saving the African species of the pelican. A bird only known to fly at the bottom of the ocean.” Louis offhanded the remark as though he hadn’t just said the most completely useless piece of information that he’d only been complaining about since she left two months ago.
“She’s doing research on the-“
“I know what she’s doing! The point is, Liam doesn’t have to go through dry-spells that make him slightly more emotional because anything with curly hair is just painful to look at.”
“Hey!” Harry shouted through a mouthful of noodles, his eyebrows squishing together as he put two and two together and realized Louis didn’t mean he missed him, he just missed his girlfriend.
Which to be fair, we all missed Lydia. She was hot.
“Mate, I don’t have a girlfriend-“
“Exactly.” Louis finalized his answer, nodding like he’d actually made sense with a very serious expression on his pixie features.
“Is he drunk yet?” Harry was still giggling into his food, watching Louis with interest as the eldest proceeded to down the rest of his beer and stare longingly at his phone.
“He’s proper drunk mate, lik-“ I again started to explain to Harry, laughing because it wasn’t as large of a deal as I made it out to be about having a girlfriend. It’s just that sometimes I saw Louis checking his phone for the time and caught the background of Lydia smiling. Or I saw Harry randomly sneak out of the dressing room to surprise Morgan who would then pretend to be angry until he kissed her cheek like a gentleman –of course before they decided to continue a relationship where they weren’t speaking to each other, which was the crisis of the year currently. It was things like that, that made me wonder why Valerie didn’t call me back, or why my girlfriend had decided after two years that my job and my time away wasn’t worth it anymore.
