"no, niall. no, niall james horan, stop! i don't want this!"

they are now in front of the bar. niall is still grinning like a maniac and louis is still his huffy, puffy, fluffy self. his high voice complains about how niall isn't his friend anymore. how their bro-bond is a no-bond now and niall is filtering it all out, because louis is nothing but a baby hedgehog in an adidas jacket.

he works at adidas.

and he wears it in his free time.

louis is kind of pathetic.

"can i see your id please, sir?" the good-builded bouncer asks nicely.

and he isn't speaking with niall, whom is known in this bar and even knows the bouncer's name is liam.

"your id card, lewis." niall smiles in louis's direction. as if they aren't no friends no more.

"forget it. that's just weird. i'm not even gay."

"so you don't have to worry about anything, don't you? louis, just be chill and give me your damn card."

"i'll shoove it up your damn ass, horan!"

"bitchy lou, bitchy lou..." niall sing-sangs and let his hand slip into louis's pocket.

the small one lets out a few protests.

then niall gives the id to liam and winks.

"first time here, yeah?"

"yeah, he is stubborn." niall rolls his eyes and giggles flirtily.

louis pouts and gets dragged into the bar.

to be quite honest: louis isn't so disappointed in niall and louis is not really against all this here but it is just a lot to think about and louis is sure he is not that straight.

but no he is.

he is straight, yeah.

louis can't be anything than straight, okay? but you can experiment, right?

yeah? right? ok? louis's mantra is quite deep.

it's loud and an electro song is playing through the speakers. louis sees the bar and a lot of tables with laughing and talking people around them. he just holds niall's hand and looks down shyly.

he is used to bars but here are kissing men and kissing women and that is quite different to the bars he has been to.

it's not like he's homophobic or he thinks this here are different people or aliens. he is just overwhelmed.

"meet my friends, louboo!" niall shouts into louis's poor ear.

now they stand in front of the bar andleaned against the counter there are three men, all with beers in their hands.

they don't even look at niall.

three pairs of eyes are on louis. the poor, shy, not gay louis.

"ed, zayn and harry." niall points to each of them while saying their names. "this is louis."

all three nod. on of them grins. "he is cute. why did you keep him a secret?"

"because louis thought he was straight."

"thought? niall! stop ignoring me! i'm quite sure of my straightness!" not. but louis can't tell strangers about his crisis.

"it was a joke" niall laughs. "Don't get butt hurt."

louis huffs. "not the time..."

harry smirks. "you are straight. ok, i noted it." short pause. "but you are cute."

"thank you." louis is still pissed and it sure shows in his voice.

"bring me a beer, niall. or i will leave."

"of course, my king and saviour." niall goes to the next barkeeper in sight and orders two beers.

louis just stands there, awkwardly, and looks around.

"don't straight guys love lesbians?" harry suddenly says. he's very close to louis. the smaller one can even smell his breath.

beer. harry drank beer.

it's a bit distracting though.

"louis?"

"yeah, we love them... porn and stuff and all about titties."

harry laughs. "titties? sure you are over eighteen?"

"i am in fact twenty-one, thank you very much." the hip is pulled out. it just happens.

harry nodds. "titties. nice, yeah? you find titties nice?"

"stop this." louis grits out. "i know it's fun to make fun of me, but it won't budge me so just end this."

"you said titties though."

"you are rude..."

"harry, leave him." niall gives louis his beer, who drinks half of the glass in one go. to live through this hell inclusive this harry guy he has to be drunk.

very drunk.

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i couldn't resist! i'm motivated! thank you for so many comments and votes i love you! <3

so age play will be in this... o.O

and yeah... thoughts, feedback, stuff, questions, ideas?