(A/N: My dumbass tried to DM Harry Styles a happy birthday this morning, because I was thinking it was February 1st and not January 1st 🥴 and even though I know he'd never see the message, I still unsent it and was highly embarrassed afterwards 🤡)

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"So what did you think of that Eleanor girl?" Niall asked Louis.

They had just woken up from a nap, Harry had left a few hours ago.

"Hm," Louis thought back to the encounter, "I think there was something...off, about her. She seemed really, fake? Like, she was forcing herself to talk to us, and her smile was really strained."

Niall nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that's what I think, too. The encounter was very awkward and uncomfortable."

Louis laughed, "it was so uncomfortable!"

"Have you still been replying to her comments and stuff?"

Louis chuckled, "Not really, I'm kinda hoping she'll leave us alone. She gave me bad vibes."

Niall nodded, "Yeah, she hasn't stopped commenting on every single post."

"I know right," Louis yawned.

Niall got up, and began shuffling around the room.

Louis still layed in bed, resting, as he listened to Niall pack all of their bags so that they could start their drive back to Doncaster.

"Hey Louis," Niall called.

Louis had fallen into that state of sleeping, but still conscious of what was going on around him.

So, he slowly opened his eyes and peered at Niall.

He stared at the plug that was in Niall's hand for a full ten seconds, before it registered in his head that, his best friend was holding his buttplug.

Louis shrieked, and sprung off the bed, tackling Niall to the floor in an attempt to get his toy back.

His cheeks were flushed a deep red, and he tried his best to ignore the annoying cackling coming from the Irish lad under him.

"Give it back, Niall, it isn't funny!"

"Since when were you into toys!" Niall wheezed.

"Give it back!"

Niall let go of it abruptly, causing Louis, who was pulling on it, to fall backward, his back hitting the floor of the hotel room.

He felt awkward, now laying between Niall's legs, his own legs caging Niall's hips, their groins pressed together.

Louis flushed even further, never having been in such intimate proximity with his friend before - well, he had sat on Niall's lap a bit ago, completely naked. With his own jizz still on his hand, for crying out loud.

But, that wasn't on purpose. He was too excited about being good enough to be able to get Harry off then to have been thinking clearly.

Louis cringed at the memory.

He scampered up off the floor, causing Niall to laugh again, "Don't Worry buddy, it's not like I'd get hard from your fine ass."

Louis threw a pillow at him, before shoving the toy into the bottom of his duffle bag.

He went to the bathroom, trying to calm himself down from that, slightly traumatic, incident.

When he got out of the bathroom, of course Niall was fine. He was simply laying on the bed on Louis' phone, as if his groin wasn't pressed to his friends a few minutes previously.

"Hey, Lou," He greeted, "You ready to get on the road?"

"Hey, Niall. Can you drive this time?" Louis pleaded.

Niall fake glared at Louis, overly pouting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted, causing him to look like an actual troll.

Louis had to cover his mouth to hide his smile, looking at his hideous friend in front of him.

"Sure buddy, but just know, we will be stopping at at least three food places on the way.

Louis groaned, but honestly, he saw it coming. Putting Niall behind a wheel, where he could simply pull over where food was available, is so predictable.

Sometimes Louis thinks Niall is in love with food.

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"So what are your feelings for Harry, Lou? Like, is it just a big ass crush, or?" Niall asked.

This was the fourth time Niall had interrupted his near sleep that day.

"I'm in love with him."

Niall looked at Louis in surprise, "Really?"

Louis nodded sleepily, his eyes still closed and his face pressed to the passenger side of the car.

"How do you know?" Niall asked.

"It just feels right. And, the moment I saw him, even though it was through a bloody screen, I felt alive. Everything about him is so interesting and beautiful, I could watch him do nothing for hours and fall more in love with him in the process. I know I've only actually known him for a few months, but I've known of him for years. And when he had to leave, I felt incomplete, like something was missing. And yeah, that's the cheesiest fucking thing ever, but it's true. I felt so content and happy, and carefree and complete around him, and I miss him so much and am constantly thinking about him."

Niall listened intently to his friend, a small smile playing in his lips.

"You two looked so in love when we were in his dressing room."

Louis didn't respond, he just smiled a shy smile, drifting to sleep soon after.

A/N: Sorry I've been so inactive 🤠 I usually make a lot of chapters and then I publish one a day after editing it, but lately I've been super busy with four birthdays, Christmas, news years, and my depression from having to go back to school and the holidays being over.

Anyway, this was a huge filler chapter, but don't settle your tushies down just yet, because it get's...I guess, exciting 🤡

Anyways, happy new year! Hopefully 2021 won't kick our asses as hard as 2*20