Three, Again
Since their date, Remus and Sirius have been texting nonstop. Neither of them could figure out a way to end their conversations, so they just kept going 24/7.
Most nights they found themselves on the phone deep into the night, not hanging up until three almost every night. This was less ideal for Remus, who had earlier classes every other weekday and work on the weekends. Sirius, on the other hand, opted to only have classes starting after 1 PM. Even before his calls with Remus, he spent a lot of time partying, hanging out with his bandmates, or (on occasion) doing homework.
Unlike Sirius, Remus grew up without excess money, so he spends his weekends working at a restaurant to make some extra money.
It was four in the afternoon, and Remus and Sirius were continuing their ongoing conversations. The topic had shifted to their bands, and the upcoming rounds. Sirius had been racking his brain, trying to come up with lyrics, but they weren’t really coming to him as naturally as usual.
Have u guys started working on songs for the next round yet
Not really
I’ve been thinking of things but we havent had a lot of time to work together
U guys?
Basically the same
Ive been having sum writers block so idk
Yeah fair enough
So have you chatted to Reg at all?
I want to but idk
I dont want him to think im coming off too strong
Maybe if we see each other a few more times
Yeah
I think that he’ll start warming up to you more if he has to be around you
“Has to be” damn
Real blow to my ego there Remus
Oh please
So what does a young gentleman like yourself have planned for this fine evening?
Nothing really at the moment
I’m at work right now
But nothing after that
Unless you have any ideas
Oh, I’m sure I could think of a couple things we could do 😏
Oh tell me more
You’ll just have to wait and see 😉
Don’t play Sirius
What time are you coming over
What time should I
I get off at 5 so any time after that?
Ok 5 it is
See you soon honey bunches
See you soon plum pudding
***
When Barty got ready to go out that night, he did not expect to see Evan at the pub. Barty had agreed to go out with one of his mates from home, but Barty got there a little earlier so that he could get some alcohol in himself before seeing Charlie.
Luckily for Barty, Evan didn’t see him at first. For some reason, Barty was a little nervous to see his friend, so he ordered himself a drink and took a seat. His eyes then locked onto Evan’s blonde head, and he noticed a gorgeous mixed race man clearly flirting with him.
Barty didn’t know why, but it felt like a punch in the stomach. It looked like Evan was somewhat familiar with the bloke already, so he was confused as to why he hadn’t mentioned him to Barty or any of the other band members before. Obviously, that was the reason Barty was upset about it. He felt like his friend should be able to go to him about those things.
Unfortunately, Barty stared for a little too long, because the tall man hitting on Evan seemed to notice. Barty quickly looked away, turning toward the entrance to see when his old friend would be arriving.
Right then, Charlie walked into the pub, making a beeline for Barty. He stood up, giving a small hug to the shorter guy. “How’re ya, mate? Long time no see, eh?”
“Yeah, good to see ya, B! How’re things treating ya down ‘ere?”
“Pretty good, pretty good. How’ve things been back home?” The two continued to make small talk, ordering drinks until things no longer felt awkward for either of them. With Charlie there, Barty was quite distracted from Evan. When there seemed to be a long pause, Barty put a surprised look on his face. “I see one of me bandmates, give us a minute, I should say ‘ello.”
Barty cupped Evan’s shoulder, fully turning him around and embracing him. “Oi, Rosier!”
“Wotcher, Crouch! Didn’t see you here!” Evan responded, seeming both pleased and very intoxicated. Evan was still with the other man, so Barty made sure to extend their embrace as a subtle ‘fuck off.’ “This is Jake, Jake, this is Barty. We’re in a band together.”
Jake stuck out his hand, but Barty shot him a filthy look. Evan noticed, and his eyes pleaded for Barty to play nice. He obliged, and finally stuck out his hand to shake Jake’s.
“So, Crouch, what’re you doing here?” Evan questioned. Barty waved Charlie over.
“My old mate from home’s visiting. Charlie, this is Evan. Ev, this is Charlie,” Evan quickly shook Charlie’s hand, making a point to glare at Barty and show that he is much more friendly.
Jake grabbed Evan’s waist, which caused alarms to go off in Barty’s head. He needed more alcohol. And he needed it now. So, that’s how Charlie and Barty found themselves back at the bar, doing shots.
Barty suddenly needed to go to the bathroom, so he stumbled his way through the crowd. Unintentionally, he bumped into Jake and Evan again. Barty wasn’t sure what came over him, but he had his hands around Evan’s waist, and his lips just looked so appealing. Barty leaned in, and to his utter shock, Evan began to kiss him back.
When he finally realized what was happening, Barty pulled away and turned to go to the bathroom. Surely he was imagining things. He and Evan weren’t like that.
***
Barty’s hands fit perfectly around his waist. Their lips meshed together perfectly. The alcohol left the rest of Evan’s night foggy, but he clearly remembered his and Barty’s kiss. He didn’t have a clue what happened leading up to it, but from the moment Barty’s hands wrapped around his waist, everything was crystal clear.
***
Harry and Taylor agreed to meet again, this time at a different bar. Harry somewhat hoped she was down to invite a third again, he unexpectedly really enjoyed himself last time. He arrived a few minutes late after being stuck in traffic, and Taylor scolded him when he waltzed in. Harry was unbothered, however. After all, Taylor was more of a fuck buddy to him and he didn’t consider their relationship to be very serious. Thankfully, he knew that was mutual. The two of them had met at a club about a year ago, and from then on they had started a fleeting no-strings attached relationship.
Harry wasn’t normally the type to be super late, but he definitely did not try to arrive anywhere early. He spent a little bit of extra time getting ready for tonight, wearing his favorite jeans. He even shaved. Something in him was excited about the prospect of what Taylor might have in mind for tonight after their last experience.
As they caught up on each other’s lives, Harry subtly tried dropping hints about his plan for the night. Taylor eventually caught on, and whispered in his ear. “Your choice, H. Pick any other girl in here.” Harry slightly wavered at the word “girl,” but he tried to ignore his body’s disappointment.
However, Harry gave in. His eyes surveyed the crowd, and he landed on a stunning redhead. He approached her, bought her a drink, and began making conversation. He was somewhat disassociated throughout the conversation, so he wasn’t totally sure how he asked her to join him and Taylor. Before he knew it, the three of them were laughing and chatting in an uber back to Taylor’s apartment.
When they arrived, Harry, Taylor, and Megan sat down and spent some time chatting. Then, Taylor leant in and started kissing Megan. Harry thought they looked extremely sexy. He felt a slight bulge in his pants, and happily watched them. His body’s reaction almost made him pleased.
When they crawled over and began making out with him as well, for some reason, Harry felt a bit off. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t have the same rush that he felt when it was him, Taylor, and Nick. However, he chalked it up to the fact that there might have been more alcohol in him last time. Or at least that was what he hoped.
Nevertheless, they continued. Clothes quickly flew around the room, and they made their way to the bedroom. Harry tried to direct most of his attention to Taylor, not wanting her to be angry about the situation afterwards. Still though, he felt like something was missing, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
He had a great time with Taylor and Megan, of course, but he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so off. Maybe he didn’t like being the main focus and preferred when there was only one girl? He really wasn’t sure.
Harry ubered himself home, still unable to stop thinking about the night. Normally, Harry would spend the night at Taylor’s, but he had an early meeting the next day and thought it would be better to go home.
He ordered some McDonald’s as a late night snack, and almost inhaled it when it arrived at his door. Throughout the rest of his night, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about his earlier activities. Or, rather, his feelings about them.
Any guy in their right mind would have absolutely loved being with two girls, so Harry wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. I mean, the way Niall talked about his threesomes was quite different from the way Harry felt about his. This made him quite insecure.
However, he kept returning to the differences between the two nights. Obviously, the main one stuck out like a sore thumb. Nick. As soon as the thought popped into Harry’s head, he tried to push it away instantly.
There was no way Harry had only liked the threesome because Nick was in it. That was ridiculous. Harry didn’t want to read into that too much, so he decided to try to go to bed. However, for the rest of the night, his mind couldn’t stop revisiting his problem. It took him over an hour to finally fall asleep, almost in a permanent state with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.
Look at my chats its funny. yes maam. Im on the toilet tho i need a min
I laughed too dw
Slay shes grinding while shes shitting sorry i made myself lsugh LOL
Can we keep these in the final version. for sure