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chapter thirty-eight

N.J.H.
"I have to design Tiffany's dress."

"What."

I spin around in my office chair, watching Megan out of the corner of my eye as I do so. It's been a few weeks since New Year's, and I've been keeping a close eye on a lot of people since. This new threat has me more aware than I ever was.

"Yeah, unbelievable right? I mean seriously she's only doing it to spite me."

"Then let her. You just don't give in, yeah?"

My phone beeps and I look at the screen, seeing Harry calling me. Even though we're a few offices away, he has to do this. That dork.

"Louis I gotta go, Harry's calling me."

"Isn't he...?"

"Yeah, I know."

"What a dork," Louis teases and I laugh, switching calls,

"Hello?"

"Hey," I hear him and I already know he's smiling, "I wanna take you somewhere next Saturday."

"Really?" I giggle, "Where?"

"Wanna be surprised? Or...should I tell you now?"

I bite my lip as this unexplainable wide grin takes over my face,

"Tell me now Har."

"A show."

"What kind of show?"

"A person that sings."

"Who. Harry who."

"..."

"Harry tell me!"

I hear him cackle over the phone and whisper the name in the phone. When the words leave his lips I'm leaping out of my chair, screaming (in a very manly manner). Megan looks towards my office, alarmed, but I'm too excited to care about what she thinks.

"Harry! When the fuck did you get tickets?!"

"Before Thanksgiving, I just didn't wanna tell until now," he sighs happily, and I hang up the phone before dashing to his office. When I open the door he's looking at his phone, confused as to why I hung up.

"You..." I stop running and stand in his doorway, smiling stupidly, "you need to stop spoiling me."

"Please come hug me," he chuckles, standing up and holding his arms out, "I got you Halsey tickets, and now you need to let me spoil you."

•

I sit on Louis' couch, grinning from ear to ear as I wait for him to get off the phone with Zayn. Telling him about the news was the first thing I wanted to do, but he was having phone sex so I ran out his house again to get a pizza due to lack of excuses to leave as soon as possible.

It was after I spent my good money on a random pizza that I realized walking in on phone sex is a perfect excuse to leave the house.

Idiot.

When I had returned, Louis was thankfully done, but still talking to Zayn. So I ate some pizza, took a shower, and once I was done, he still wasn't done. He hadn't even touched the pizza.

"Louis." I say, trying to get his attention. He only ignores me and continues to talk to him.

"Lou I got Halsey tickets." I finally give up and say. He's taking all the fucking fun out of the surprise and I'm pretty much bored of it by now. Thankfully it works, and Louis almost drops his phone before telling Zayn he has to go.

"HALSEY?!" he screams as soon as it's out of his ears, "WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME SOONER YOU ASSHOLE?!"

"I've been trying to tell you all night!" I strain, "Harry got me tickets forever ago and is now telling me today."

"How did he even know you like her?!" he asks me, still in bewilderment.

"Well," I cringe, biting my lip, "There was one tragic rainy day, and well, frankly, I may have gone overboard."

"You hit him will Hurricane Nalsey?" Louis uses his tedious term and I almost break his skull with a vase,

"No! Shut up stop saying that!" I scream, "I hate you!"

"Nalsey Nalsey Nalsey!" he sings, making me want to knock him out even more.

"Whatever..." I groan, "I'm going, and you're not. So eat a dick."

"I'll do it. And, I'm not going, unless Zayn buys me tickets!" he smirks mischievously, "Oh wait fuck! I'm independent! I don't need my man buying me shit!"

"Okay okay but Louis," I get serious now, "it's a date so, don't y'know...show up."

He sighs, disappointed,

"Fine fine," he compromises, "but that means you need to take me to a concert."

"Ha okay," I agree, "Who do you wanna see?"

"The 1975. their tickets are like over a hundred bucks and there's no way I'm paying for a guy that drinks on stage," he snickers, "though he's so endearing when he's drunk--"

"Okay, okay," I stop him, "we'll go see them. You know, whenever they come."

Louis hugs me and I happily take him in my arms. My irritatingly beautiful best friend.

"What were you talking to Zayn about hm?" I ask, cradling him as I fall back onto the couch.

"You know, just relationship things," he mutters, "he can jack off in the bathroom at Vogue, but he can't stick it in my ass?"

"Lou," I stop him, "did it even occur to you that maybe he's a virgin?"

"Oh no," he chuckles, "no virgin can talk dirty the way he does."

He proceeds to mimic his dirty speak and I grimace as he does so,

"You're such a slut Louis, such a slut for me right baby?" He moans deeply and I laugh, knowing that Zayn cannot sound that way,

"Wanna fuck your little asshole so so hard," he continues, and when I hear the smallest moan leave his mouth, I try to regain control of the conversation.

"Louis you may get hard," I chuckle.

"Good if I do," he whines, "he makes me feel so good Ni, he just won't do it directly! He's playing hard to get and it may drive me to drink."

"Let him have his fun," I shrug, "it'll be worth it when it happens."

"You would know," he snorts. I look at him, false hurt all over my face.

"Too soon."

"Fuck no, you lost your card ages ago. I haven't been laid in so long I may die."

"I'll screw you."

He laughs at this, rolling his eyes,

"No, I'd screw you."

"I can top Louis!"

"You cannot! You're too cupcake for the job," he laughs, "you'd have to prove it."

"Maybe," I joke, "if Harry let me."

"You know what?" Louis snatches my broken phone from me and I yelp,

"No! Give it back!"

"Nah, let's call Harry and see what he thinks of you fucking me tonight."

"NO!" I try to catch him but he jumps on the counter, unlocking my phone and immediately going to my favorites.

"Are you being serious right now?" I ask frantically.

"Yes Niall, I'm being so serious. Zayn was talking on and on about threesomes the other day anyway. We talk about these things. As long as he's close with the third person he doesn't care. So I'm just gonna tell him I'm trying to help you with sex things."

"Louis! That's wrong! That's cheating!" I exclaim.

"Okay, you know what. Zayn first, I'm gonna call Zayn first."

"No I--fucking shit..." I groan. Louis calls Zayn and sadly, he picks up. He puts him on speaker and asks him the dreaded question right in front of me,

"Zayn, my beautiful beloved boyfriend, would you be okay if I, Louis Tomlinson, your beloved boyfriend, fooled around with Niall Horan, my best friend in the entire world, because well, we're bored."

"What, getting too horny without me?" he teases.

"Shut up Zayn," he giggles, looking at my innocently, "we're just bored and I want to see how he is anyway, see if he can be better. Of course, I'd be the final judge of that."

"I mean... well is Niall okay with it? I'm fine, I know you two are best friends. Frankly, you should've done this earlier."

I think about it for a second; actually getting close to Louis like this. The only "intimate" thing we've done per say are small kisses on the lips, but we're best friends, practically brothers. Wouldn't it be weird to kiss your...sort of brother? I never imagined actually, kissing Louis, for real. His sparking curiosity to see what my lips feel like on his is rubbing off on me. I begin to wonder, I've been friends with him for years, and we never really got to that point of discovery. I bite my lip, considering the weight of what could happen.

Then, I tell Zayn yes.

"Okay, well have fun I guess. Lou, I'm gonna take you out to breakfast tomorrow."

"Aw," he giggles, "you're cute. Thanks Zayn! I'll blow you tomorrow!"

He says another dirty thing in response before the call ends. I look at my best friend in disbelief, and he smirks,

"Told you. Open minded."

He goes to call Harry now, and I ask him,

"How do you know my password?"

"It's literally Harry's birthday Niall."

This makes my jaw drop and I almost forget the situation at hand, because Harry's birthday is next Sunday.

"Oh my god!" I whisper scream, pulling at my hair, "how could I forget?!"

"Hello? Harry yes I would like to discuss a 'Louis Is Horny As Fuck' matter?"

"God--fuck..." I mutter.

"I'm gonna put you on speaker, yeah?"

I hear Harry's voice and my mind goes back to complete overload.

"So Harry, I'm gonna be quick about this, because if you say yes, I'm hanging up right after. Niall and I are bored as fuck. Would it be okay if we did some screwing around tonight? Maybe I can make him better for you, if you catch my drift."

"I'm sorry?" he chuckles, "Why haven't you two done this already?"

"That's what Zayn said too!" I shout.

"Babe," he continues to laugh, "you're way overdue. You and Louis should've made out by now with all the sexual talk in your house, plus the long years you've known each other."

"So," I almost laugh, "what you're saying is that you're okay with us doing...things?"

"Well I mean," he sighs, "I'm pretty open minded. And next time I see you, I'll just probably fuck you harder than I ever have."

My jaw drops and my cheeks burn red as if they're on fire. Or, maybe they are on fire.

"See," Louis groans, "at least he fucks you!"

"Hey," he says, "just be careful yeah? You're fine Niall, I'll talk you soon."

"Wait," I blurt out, "you're sure?"

"Niall, he's your best friend." Harry relaxes me, "You hear me? I'm not even worried. That's how much I trust Louis. You two are practically brothers without the blood relation."

"Okay."

"But, I'm probably gonna see you, get jealous, and give you the roughest sex of your life. So, there's your warning."

"Okay Har, I'll talk to you. Love you."

"Love you too."

Louis hangs up the phone, and jumps off the counter. he hands it to me.

"You know, we have great and terrible boyfriends." He mutters as I throw my phone on the couch. There's no hope for it anyway.

"Yeah," I agree, "I thought Harry was gonna go on a jealous fit rage session."

"Same with Zayn, but I guess the open mindedness stretches to our friendship reaching unexplained highs."

"Yeh..." I lick my lips awkwardly, biting the bottom one as I look at Louis. It's now when I realize we're practically the same height.

"But I guess that's a good thing..." Louis snakes his arms around my neck and I shiver at his touch, somehow craving it more, "because for some reason, I really want to kiss you."

"Is it because Zayn isn't here?" I whisper, taking a step closer to him. This is so wrong, but both of our boyfriends are allowing us to experience this, so I tell myself to stop worrying, and just plunge.

"Or maybe because there's always this lingering sexual tension with you..." I hear him say it and I let my hands grip his waist lightly.

"Sexual tension? Lou where is all this coming from..."

"I think it's just the building arousal talking. I could do anything to anyone right now."

I nod and he tilt his head. Somehow it's weird now, trying to kiss him.

"Just do it like you usually do," I tell him, "but...longer."

His lips rub against mine for a split second, and I can't believe I failed to realize my best friend has some pretty great lips. But, not as great as Harry's of course. He pulls away nervously and I tip his chin towards me,

"They said it was okay."

He nods and pulls us into another long kiss. His mouth is smooth against mine and as I kiss him I taste a slight hint of blueberries. The boy eats way too much fruit. His hands run down to my waist, tugging me closer to him. We lean on the counter, our lips molding in a way they've never touched before.

"Fuck," I retreat, staring at his swollen lips, "you're really good."

"You're not as good," he snickers.

"What should I do better then?"

"Stop rushing it," I hold his hips and he wraps his arms around my neck again, fiddling with my hair, "actually try to feel the person you're kissing rather than the kiss itself."

I nod quickly and lean in again, pushing him farther against the kitchen counter. My hands wrap around to his ass, which definitely has an unfamiliar feel to it. Gripping all of his bum in my hands suddenly feels so good, and I feel myself twitching in my pants.

"Niall," I hear him groan and slip his hands under my shirt. I take off the clothing, not disconnecting our lips.

"Why have we never done this," he breathes, clawing my back with his fingers.

"Mhm," I mutter, "this is so wrong."

"They said it's okay."

"Right," I remind myself, running my hands through his hair as I kiss him harder.

i swear i'm evil i'll post thirty nine soon i swear