"Wear pink ones!"

"But they're a bit itchy."

"Then the white lace!" Niall sighs, covering his eyes with his arms. All he wanted was get drunk, make out with someone and get laid. He could almost feel his chances of getting a hook-up fading with every second since his best friend stole it with his own indecisiveness.

"Maybe," Louis says thoughtfully, a finger on his chin, "What if I pair it with a skirt and white thigh-highs?" He asks, not bothering to give Niall a chance to answer before he was talking again, "Or would that be too much? You know?"

"You're taking so long that I think I've got a few grey hairs."

"Ha, ha, ha." Louis fake laughs, "You're so hilarious, Niall. Is that why your parents won't let you tell any of your knock-knock jokes at home anymore?"

That statement earns Louis a pillow to his face if he had make-up on—Niall would've been six feet under.

"Hurry up, you prick."

"Calm down, don't get your panties in a twist."

"Says the one wearing panties."

Louis rolls his eyes and walks back into his closet. From the floor and up to the ceiling; it was stacked with the most expensive clothes in the city, maybe the country. The only reason why Louis could afford such luxury, was because his parents were filthy rich, not that he was complaining. He absolutely loved living in the largest house in town and going off to New York or L.A every couple of weeks in his parents' private jet, and not to mention weekly shopping sprees with his sisters.

One could say Louis was truly blessed with his life. With his pretty appearance of bright ocean blue eyes, pink lips, and button nose. His sinful body with his thick thighs, cute tummy, and plump bum. And the cherry on top was his weekly allowances of more money than most people make in a couple of weeks; Louis was a proper rich bitch.

LOUIS' OUTFIT: MIU MIU

Louis slipped on a cute white t-shirt with words on it, and blue denim jeans with a chain on the side. He pulled the band of his panties a little bit higher which made them visible if he raised his shirt just a bit. As he was smoothing his hands down the fabric of his pants, Louis heard a wolf-whistle from behind him.

"Tommo the tease!"

Whipping his head around and shooting a death glare at his blond friend, Louis hisses, "What'd you say?"

"It was something Cap said at last practice."

"Cap?"

"Football captain," Niall informs, getting up from Louis' bed and walks over to the mirror. "Harry Styles? I thought you knew everyone at school." He scoffs.

"I do know everyone," Louis props a hand on his hip. Then, kisses his teeth. "I just don't like that lug." He goes back into his closet and carefully picks out a pair of white sneakers. As he makes his way to his bed, he shoves Niall into his vanity.

"You don't like Cap?" The blond mutters as he tries to soothe the aching in his rib.

After a few moments consisting of Louis trying to tie his shoes without chipping his nails, because he's learned from that already. He finally finishes tying his shoes. "Could you stop calling him that?" He stands and faces Niall with a disapproving look. "And, I do like him."

"Oh my God, could you speak English? I honestly don't understand. First, you said you didn't like him and now you say you do-"

"Niall!" Louis sighs in exhaustion, "Do you not underrated B-talk?"

All tension in the blond's face fades away, he looks fairly dead. "Bee talk? As in.. buzzing?"

Louis squints. "What? No. The fuck?"

"You don't speak bee? I know a bee whisper. He said that the bees by my house were only there because they were evicted by the beekeeper for not paying their honey rent on time."

The cheerleader takes a closer look at Niall and sees the faint red veins in the whites of his eyes. "You're on something, aren't you?"

"I'm on your case!" Niall shouts and it leaves a small sting in Louis' ears. "Why do you not like Harry but like him at the same time—Wait, not why, how the hell does you like someone but not at the same time." The blonde runs a hand through his hair. "Are you an alien? I heard only aliens can multitask because multitasking is just switching from activities quickly but not doing them at the same time."

Louis ignores Niall's rant, "I don't like that I like him."

His friend doesn't reply, he only makes a buzzing noise. "So?"

"So what?"

"Are you an alien?"