they properly meet in this one
The morning after the party was the first morning Louis had ever woken up with a big problem in her pants. She felt weird to say the least, because she had soaked her cotton pajama bottoms.
Louis pulled the recently purchased Egyptian cotton duvet off of her body and struggled to untangle herself from Elliot’s arms. He was lightly snoring and Louis found that kind of annoying. She knew for a fact that she never snored, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to put up with his snoring for the rest of her life.
{She made her way to the bathroom that was right next to the bed (she wouldn’t even think about sharing a bathroom with anyone else) and looked at herself in the mirror, completely flabbergasted by the sight she was met with.
She had disheveled hair that looked as if she hadn’t combed it in forever; her cotton blouse was sticking to her tummy and her oh God. It felt like there was a puddle in her pants.
Louis sighed and locked the door before she sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes before she quickly cleaned herself up and put her hair up in a ponytail.
After she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she returned in her room to see Elliot awake, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through his phone.
“Morning, love.” She said, the words coming out as if they’d been rehearsed a thousand times.
“Morning.” He replied smiling and held his cheek out for Louis to kiss it.
“What are you doing?”
He showed her his phone screen, which was open on the Instagram App. She sat down next to him and they spent a few minutes going through his dashboard, commenting on almost all of the photos.
Elliot stopped at a photo recently posted by Barbara. It was of her, Niall, Zayn and Harry, clearly drunk out of their minds with red cups in their hands and lazy smiles on their faces.
“She’s kind of a slag.” Elliot said and Louis nodded. She couldn’t agree more. Sleeping with someone that doesn’t spend more than ten pounds on a shirt, BEFORE marriage was just wrong in her eyes. She thought she had standards, but apparently she’d been wrong all along.
Elliot got dressed in the bathroom with some of the stuff he had left at Louis’ house (he had a special drawer in her dressing) before they both walked downstairs to breakfast. Her parents weren’t there, only Lottie and Felicite, who were almost done with eating, occupied the table.
They smiled at Elliot and complimented his outfit, which made Louis roll her eyes because it wasn’t that great, if she was honest. Then she wondered when did she find any kind of aspect about her boyfriend annoying. She was supposed to marry Elliot. Their parents knew each other; they were planning on moving in together in a house next to Oxford once they would graduate.
They spent the rest of the day at home, in Louis’ room, watching their favorite movies and shows (The Devil Wears Prada, Bride Wars and Project Runway). For dinner they decided to go out and eat at their favorite restaurant; Gordon Ramsay’s. They didn’t need to make a reservation, her dad knew the owner personally and he could always make an exception for Louis. So at eight pm sharp they were dropped off in front of the restaurant with the promise of getting picked up two hours later.
She didn’t even have to give the hostess her name; she recognized her immediately and politely nodded, before she guided them to the best table in the restaurant, the one with the view of the town center, which was beautiful once it got dark.
They ordered the usual; Louis got the ravioli of lobster and Elliot got the Butter baked cauliflower. They also decided on their finest white wine and the English peppermint soufflé as dessert.
Elliot then started talking about the upcoming winter formal while Louis pretended to listen. She was looking out the window, and she couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander back to last night, more specifically to the moment she’d walked in on Harry fucking Zayn on the floor.
She couldn’t get the image of Harry, her naked back and low moans, and Zayn’s blessed out expression as she arched her back. She wasn’t disgusted per se; she was just (still) surprised and felt overwhelmed by the fact that she actually got to witness such an act of impurity and sin.
Her mother had told her about men who chose to love men and women who chose to love women. She was taught that sexuality was a choice, some sort of whim. She wondered if Harry loved Zayn and if Zayn loved Harry. Because if they did… then that’s all that mattered, didn’t it? Even though the Bible said otherwise.
She decided to drop the subject because their wine was being poured and the first meal was placed on the table in front of her. She only noticed that they forgot to say their pre-meal prayer when she was already halfway through the first course.
When they finished dinner they didn’t bother to pay - her dad would take care of the bill anyway, so they made their way outside where the car was supposed to pick them up and take them to Louis’ house, then drive Elliot back to his.
As they waited, Louis saw someone lying on the bench across the street, and ended up being completely shocked when she recognized Harry. She was sleeping, she was smoking as she lied on her back and watched the dark skies above her.
Louis wanted to know what she was thinking of, but before she could think anything else, the tattooed girl turned her head and made eye contact with Louis. Harry sat up and Louis realized she was drunk because a small bottle of Smirnoff Vodka lied half empty in her lap.
She felt sorry for Harry, and a little bit disgusted by the idea that she even socialized with someone who was sleeping on public benches while getting drunk.
The girl let the lit cigarette dangle between her lips for a few moments as she unscrewed the bottle. That was the moment Elliot’s chauffeur came to pick them up, blocking her view of Harry.
Louis looked out the window until she couldn’t see Harry anymore, but caught her flipping them off and shouting something she couldn’t quite catch.
The next morning they had to go to church, and Louis wasn’t in the mood for it to be honest. But she did it anyway; she curled her hair and ran her fingers through to loosen the brown curls and dressed up with her dark blue sleeveless dress and black pumps.
Her family was waiting for her at the table, just like they did every day and Louis thought that her life was becoming a routine; breakfast-school-homework-dinner on weekdays, breakfast-(church on Sunday)-homework-lunch-homework-dinner during the weekends.
She wasn’t sure she liked it and for the first time in her life she found herself wishing to have a bit of suspense, unpredictability in her life.
People who live for the moment and don’t think about the future are those who’ll end up sleeping on benches, she reminded himself as she downed the orange juice.
She liked her life.
The service went by as usual; not slowly but also not fast. After it was over she had to wait for her mother to talk to Mrs. Payne, one of the founders of the church, who was also Liam’s mother.
Louis was talking to Liam about the party from two days ago; Liam had seen Harry and Zayn too when they were making out in the hallway but she didn’t seem to be as shocked as Louis, she didn’t seem to mind at all really.
That’s when she saw her, sitting on the curb a bit further away, smoking. She was leaning her elbows against her bent knees, staring at the people gathered in front of the church.
“Is that Harry?” Liam asked, following Louis’ gaze.
“Yeah…she’s smoking on church property for God’s sake!”
Liam looked at her for a few more seconds before she returned to tell Louis in a hushed tone about how she had tried to smoke weed but ended up choking.
Louis didn’t listen. She watched Harry, not really sure if because the boy was too weird or too interesting. She realized that she was wearing the same clothes as the night before, when she saw her on the bench, and decided that she was not going to stare at such a person.
She went out with Liam and Elliot to get something to eat after church, before she ended up in her room at her desk, working on her extra-credit algebra homework.
Her life wasn’t boring…it was perfect.
It was all Barbara’s fault, to be quite honest. If it hadn’t been for her stupid birthday party, the longing for another party at anyone’s house wouldn’t have even occurred in Louis’ mind. She wanted, felt like she literally needed to go somewhere where it wouldn’t be all about school and rules, she was starting to fall in this horrible routine and needed a break.
Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t have anything against studying and focusing on schoolwork, she actually loved it. She enjoyed studying because it made her smart and it was for her future, but she couldn’t get that smirk out of her mind. The amused look that Harry had shot her when she pulled away from kissing Elliot, like she was better than Louis. She was not. Louis’ Rolex watch probably cost more than her entire existence, so who did she think she was?
“So when’s the next party?” Louis asked when they were in the cafeteria at lunch. She was sharing a table with Liam and Barbara, right in the middle of the big hall. She liked the fact that people were always watching her if she was being honest.
“Why? You liked the one on Friday, didn’t you?” Barbara asked and Louis nodded, shrugging.
She did, in fact.
“Well if you guys decide to celebrate your five year anniversary again at your house, we can throw a party then and invite everyone in our year this time.”
“That… sounds good.” Louis said and Elliot nodded, excited.
“And we need to get a hold of that weed thing, it was really good and we’d have more fun.” Liam suggested and for the first time she found himself not having any problem with the idea of being in the same room as an illegal substance.
“Well I don’t really know anyone who I can buy it from, at my party it was provided by Niall and the others. And if your parents will be there-“
“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Louis said quickly, surprising even herself.
“We have a month left, let’s not rush things though.” She added and they returned to eating their salads and talking about their upcoming lesson.
“Louis, hold on!”
She turned around just as she was about to walk out of the building to her awaiting chauffeur.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I didn’t want to tell you this in front of El and Liam… but Niall’s holding a party this Friday at his house and I’m going. So if you want to come?” she suggested, seeming a bit skeptical about her proposition.
“As in, with public school kids?”
“Yes.” She said. “We’ll be the only ones at the party that don’t go to school with them.”
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just yourself. And maybe I’ll come over before we leave together, so I can make sure you don’t overdress.”
“What’s the dress code?” Louis asked and Barbara nodded.
“Whatever’s more comfortable? Like, maybe jeans and a shirt.”
“I have that.”
“Not dress shirts though. They won’t even let you in if you come dressed up as a rich snob.”
“What will you wear?”
“I don’t know yet. We’ll see, yeah?”
She found herself agreeing, and wondered what she’d tell her parents. If she told them that she was going to attend a party that wasn’t a birthday of one of her friends’, they would lock her up in a cage and feed her extra homework.
She also didn’t know how she felt about attending another party held by people that attended a public school. Will she get killed? Will she get raped? If anyone else was like Harry and Zayn, she might get raped.
She told her parents she was meeting Elliot that Thursday evening, when she was actually planning on going to the mall and get herself something to wear to the party. She felt a bit insulted by herself when she had to walk trough the park that was right across the street from her house and ended right in the middle of the city, two blocks away from the mall and her school.
Louis ended up buying a pair of red skinny jeans (they weren’t loose like the ones he’d wore to Barbara’s party) and a matching striped shirt that looked… normal. She even bought it from a store called ‘Forever 21’ and actually spent less than twenty pounds on it.
The sun had already set by the time she decided to walk home (she had stopped for an Iced Tea at Starbucks). Louis was a bit scared to walk through the park alone at night, but she had 999 on speed dial.
She could see an elderly couple on one of the benches, holding hands and talking, and Louis wondered as she passed them by if Elliot and her were going to end up like that. Probably not. But she had to, because he’s always been there, and it would be really difficult to find someone else in such a short amount of time. And she definitely didn’t need anyone else. She liked her situation with Elliot.
She passed by another homeless man sleeping on a bench and scrunched her nose, looking away from him because he kind of smelled.
Louis stopped out of a sudden, however, because she saw someone sitting on a bench right where she was supposed to turn right. It was Harry, once again, sitting on the bench, long stretched out as she leaned back against the seat while smoking a cigarette.
She bit her lip and continued walking, because Harry would most probably not even recognize her. But she did, because as soon as the tattooed boy lifted her head up to see who the steps belonged too, she raised her eyebrows, as if to say ‘this-should-be-good’. It made Louis a bit furious.
“You shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night.” Harry told her as soon as she was within earshot, and then stopped right in front of her.
She should’ve just kept walking, but no, she had to stop because she was an idiot.
“I could say the same to you.” Louis shot back and propped a hand on her hip, feeling proud of her comeback.
“I can take care of myself. You, however, gasp at the sight of two girls touching lips.”
Oh. So she had heard her not-so-silent gasp a few days ago.
Louis stepped back because the smoke was getting in her face and it would make her Burberry coat stink like smoke.
“Don’t ruin those expensive shoes of yours, sit down.” Harry said and patted the spot next to her.
“I’d rather not.” Louis replied. “Your smoke is pretty unnecessary.”
Harry ignored her, eyes falling on her shopping bag.
Was she thinking of stealing it? Louis hoped not because Harry was right, she really couldn’t defend himself.
“You went shopping at Forever 21?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Of course you’d go shopping there.”
“Well at least I don’t steal the clothes I own. And change daily.”
Harry frowned.
“Who said I don’t change daily? Do I smell bad right now or something?”
Louis leaned forward just so she could catch Harry’s smell, and to her surprise, she actually smelled good. Really good.
“I got the stealing part right then.”
“How’d you figure?” Harry asked, annoyed.
“You could never afford a Dolce perfume.”
Harry rolled her eyes. “You going to call the police on me?”
“I’ve got more important things to do than spend my time calling the police on people like you.”
“Yeah? Things like doing homework and kissing your boyfriend on the cheek?”
“Don’t bring him into this.”
“Have you even had an orgasm?”
Harry’s eyes pierced into her and Louis felt her cheeks heating up.
“You’re going to hell.” Was the only thing she could find herself capable of saying.
“I don’t even think they’ll accept me there.” She replied, darkly laughing, before changing the subject. “So, what did you buy?”
Why do you care? Do you want to steal it?
“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on stealing your fancy rich girl clothes.”
Louis rolled her eyes, but handed her the bag.
“These are normal clothes, you planning on donating them to your church?”
“No. They’re for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“I’m going… I have a party.”
“Niall’s party?” Harry asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re coming?”
She should’ve known Harry was going too.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
“You bringing anything?”
“Should I bring something?”
Harry shrugged. “Alcohol. You have the money for it.”
“They don’t serve to minors.”
“You’re not eighteen?”
“No, I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen on Christmas Eve though.”
Why would I tell her that.
“Oh.”
“Are you eighteen?”
“Nineteen, actually.”
“And you’re in year 12?”
“I failed economics last year and didn’t bother to go to summer school.”
Louis cringed. She’d never known someone who had to repeat a year, especially because of economics, since that was her best subject.
“And what did your parents say?”
“My mom doesn’t really care.”
Louis wanted to ask about her dad so badly, but something else came out of her mouth instead:
“Do you have a home?”
Harry looked at her like she had three heads, and then started laughing.
“I do, I’m not that poor. I just don’t have money for Rolex watches and two million pound champagnes, that’s all.”
“Then how do you have money for drugs?”
“Zayn and Niall pitch in too.”
“Zayn, your… girlfriend?”
Harry snorted and shook her head.
“God, no. We fuck sometimes.”
Louis felt her cheeks heat up again, flashbacks of what happened in the coatroom coming to her mind.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you? Is it illegal to talk about girls eating pussy?”
And okay, now Harry was mocking her.
“It’s not - it’s not illegal. Just… gross.”
“Don’t talk until you’ve tried it.”
“I’m not planning on trying it.”
“Because you like cock.”
Harry’s mouth was obscene. Louis had never heard anyone swear like that before.
“I-I’m going to marry Elliot and then we’ll have intercourse.”
“You for real?” Harry laughed and Louis had had enough.
“Goodbye, Harry.”
“Wait, I never got your name? Is it something like Rachel? Or Jenna? Kate?”
“Louis Tomlinson.”
“Louis.” Harry repeated and Louis gulped when she heard the word rolling off Harry’s tongue. “How posh.”
“But don’t stalk me on Facebook.” Louis told her.
“Oh, I don’t do ‘Facebook’.”
“Because you can’t afford a computer?” Louis snorted.
“That, and because it’s full of people desperate for Likes from people they don’t even talk to in real life.”
“That’s a lie.”
Harry stood up, cigarette long squished against the ground, and for a moment Louis thought that she’d get attacked or punched.
“Honey, while you’re out there getting likes, I’m out here getting cock and twats.”
And with that, she walked off. Louis watched her go - the way he slowly walked, shoulders hunched and hands in her pockets, and all she could think about was how completely annoying Harry was, and how sorry she felt for her.
When she got home she sent Barbara a picture with the clothes she’d bought laid out on her bed and she sent a thumbs up emoji as a reply, asking her if she could come over right after school. Louis asked her mother, telling her that they were going to go to have a sleepover at Elliot’s and Barbara was just coming over because her chauffeur had the flu (?). Her mother agreed and reminded her that she’d leave money for them to go out and eat if they wanted to.
“So I told her that we’d go to Elliot’s together because your chauffeur’s got the flu.” Louis told Barbara the next day while they walked up to her door.
“The flu?” she laughed. “Couldn’t come up with anything better?”
Louis rolled her eyes and opened the double doors, before she announced to whoever was home that they arrived and they weren’t hungry.
They walked up to her room and Barbara let herself drop on her bed, not even bothering to take off her uniform. Louis would’ve normally made a comment, but she was too nervous about the party that was going to go down tonight.
She wanted to pull out at the last minute, but she’d promised Barbara and if she wouldn’t attend, she knew that Harry would think it was because of her and Louis was not about to give her that satisfaction.
Barbara’s phone rang in her bag and she stood up from the bed to pick it up.
“Zayn texted me to tell me that we don’t need to bring alcohol, they took care of it.”
“Do they have the money for it?”
“You have no idea.” She said and sat down at her desk chair while Louis looked at herself in the mirror as she untied her tie.
“They’re not actually poor, you know. They just don’t spend money on useless things like we do. They spend it on other stuff.”
“Drugs and alcohol.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “If you asked me, I think that they’re doing a better job of spending money than we are.”
Louis didn’t fight her on it because she didn’t care. She knew she was always right so she didn’t bother starting an argument.
“Is Zayn gay?” she found herself asking her.
“Yes. Why? You interested?” she asked smiling and she blushed.
“NO! I would never! That’s… no.”
She liked the fact that Barbara was laid back and chilled and she didn’t care about what anybody was doing as long as they were happy. Even though she was sleeping with a middle class someone before marriage, she was nice. And Louis liked her.
“So when did you start sleeping with Niall?” she asked her as she stripped down to his Calvin Klein bra and underwear. She didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that she was almost naked in front of her.
“We got together last summer, but we’re together, so it’s nothing casual. We’ve been together for a year.”
“Wow. I didn’t uh- I didn’t know.”
“I love him, just so you know.”
“He seems… nice. I don’t know him.”
“You’ll get to know him tonight. We’re alike.”
“Well if he’s like you, then I’ll probably like him.”
She smiled and returned to her phone. Louis never really texted anyone besides Eleanor, Liam and Barbara. Her parents occasionally, when she needed something or vice versa.
Speaking of texting, her phone buzzed on the desk and Barbara looked at it, before informing her that Liam was calling.
“Hello?”
“Hi mate. What are you doing tonight?”
“Uh…”
Could she trust Liam with this? Would she tell Elliot? He’d tell her parents for sure. She decided to trust Liam, because she was her only good friend.
“We’re actually going to a party tonight.”
“Who?”
“Barbara and I.”
“Can I come?”
“If you want. But don’t tell Elliot.”
“Wasn’t going to. My parents are out tonight anyway so they won’t mind. Where is it?”
“Niall’s house. Uh, Barbara’s boyfriend.”
“Oh. Where is it?”
“I’ll text you the address. Dress casual.”
“Okay.”
“See you at eight. Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Do you mind that I invited her?” Louis asked her once she’d hung up.
“No. I like her, she’s cool.”
She texted Liam the address, before they took turns showering and changing into their party clothes.
Louis was wearing the clothes she’d bought yesterday, and the jeans clung to her ass, making it even bigger than it was. She hated it, but didn’t have a better option.
Barbara was dressed in a white tank top, a leather jacket and some jeans. They both went with converse, Louis with white and Barbara with black.
Thirty minutes before it started they were still in front of Louis’ giant mirror, fixing their hair. If she thought about it, Louis didn’t really have to impress anyone, since Elliot wasn’t coming. But she still felt like she had to look good, better than anyone else there.
She also felt a bit guilty about not feeling guilty because they didn’t tell Elliot. She got over it quickly.
“We’re going to be late!” she said when she looked at her watch.
“Relax, everyone shows up at least thirty minutes later anyway.”
“But then why say eight if everyone comes at eight thirty?”
“It’s called being fashionably late. You should know about it.”
They both took duffle bags that consisted of a change of clothes with them, and Louis assumed they’d go to Barbara’s to sleep after the party. But then she was reminded that Barbara had told her parents that she would spend the night at Elliot’s. And Elliot didn’t know anything about it. Maybe they could go over at Liam’s house, since her parents were out anyway.
“Where are we going to spend the night?” Louis asked as she stuffed the tree hundred pound notes her mother had left her in her already filled-to-the-brim wallet.
“Niall’s.” she answered and Louis started panicking.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, where else?”
“Does he even have a room for me?”
“Everyone is going to end up sleeping over, Louis.” She smiled.
“But… he doesn’t have a big house.”
“You’ll find a place to crash.”
“What are you doing?” she asked when she stopped in a bus station.
“We’re taking the bus. His house is three stations away.”
“The bus? As in, the public bus?”
“Yes.” She laughed.
“But I can’t- I forgot my sanitizer! Oh my god, I’m not ready-“
“You’ll be fine.”
“I won’t sit down though - God knows what germs are in that vehicle.”
“I travelled by bus, like, three times before, it’s not as scary as you’d think.”
She bought them both tickets and got in the first bus that came. Louis held onto her duffle bag for the whole ride, making sure she wasn’t touching anything or anyone. She felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown when the bus came to an abrupt halt and she bumped into the sweaty man next to her.
“Never again.” She gasped when they got off the bus.
Barbara laughed and then they turned left and walked down a long street, before turning right. It was getting dark and Louis could hear faint club music (just like in those movies) coming from a house at the end of the street, and hse assumed it was Niall’s.
It was small, well, in comparison to Louis’ anyway. Barbara had been right, because she could see a few people just arriving, carrying drinks.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to get anything.”
“We weren’t, but they just brought it so we can have more.”
“I guess no one really drinks champagne here.” She said, nodding towards the six packs of beer and the long tequila bottles.
They met up with Liam right by the door. She was wearing a dark blue shirt, similar to Louis’, black jeans and converse.
“Not really.” She laughed before they went up the stairs and she opened the door, which caused the music to get louder and the smell of alcohol to get even more concentrated.
Harry had arrived at Niall’s house five minutes after eight. It was a tradition of theirs, they’d get to the party earlier so they could do two rounds of Vodka shots and check out every single person that came through the door, pick out who they were going to hook up with. If they didn’t find anyone appealing, then Zayn would find Harry or the other way around and they’d have their own fun.
If she was being honest, she was excited to see how things were going to go down tonight, because Louis would be there and she enjoyed seeing her completely clueless and inexperienced. It was a turn on for her, but as soon as the younger girl would open her mouth, her vagina would dry up. Louis was snobby and stuck up, and Harry hated that with a passion. She still enjoyed teasing her though, making her uncomfortable and seeing her squirm.
Twenty minutes later people were starting to fill up the house, and Harry found herself leaning between Niall and Zayn against the wall in the living room, with a perfect view of the doorframe.
She’d eyed a guy dressed in a tight muscle shirt and an even tighter jeans, with nice muscles and a big dick (at least that's what the large bulge in his pants implied). He winked at her and she smirked, nodding her head. She’d definitely make sure to go over to him later.
“See anyone you like, Harry?” Zayn teased and Harry was about to shrug and flip her off, but she was too focused on the fact that Barbara had entered the room with Louis and the girl that was probably her friend (she’d seen her at Barbara’s party a week ago).
She smirked to herself when she didn’t see Louis’ girlfriend in their small group.
Louis and Liam stood awkwardly a few steps back as Barbara leaned in to kiss Niall.
“We brought a change of clothes, we’ll go up to your room and drop them off, yeah?”
Niall nodded and Harry bit her lip as she watched Louis turn around and follow her out of the room, together with her other friend that seemed as innocent as her but quieter.
Her arse looked absolutely obscene in those red skinny jeans, it was practically begging for it to be gripped into. Harry smirked at the image of eating Louis out, hearing those high-pitched moans come out of her pretty little mouth.
“See anything you like?” she asked Zayn, who was also watching the group walking towards the stairs.
“Yeah. ‘m gonna finger that girl in the black jeans tonight.” Zayn answered, referring to Louis’ friend. “You?”
She watched Louis’ back as she disappeared up the stairs, her thick thighs she’d absolutely love to bite into and that tummy pushing against the tight shirt that she’d like to leave marks on.
“Definitely.” She answered, before they both downed another shot.