NIALL’S P.O.V.


The rest of our time spent on the yacht was enjoyable. We drank champagne on the deck, laughing and getting to know one another better. Each one of us was getting to know someone new; whether it be Hannah’s father and I, Hannah and Fleurette, me and Shelby. It went well, though, and they didn’t bring up my school or ability to play piano again.
Hannah fell asleep in my arms on our way home and I don’t get back until nearly midnight. I walk inside quietly in the event that Louis is asleep. Only, I find him in the same spot as yesterday, exactly where I left him this evening; eyes glued to the telly and the same filthy clothes on. The place reeks of burning marijuana and cigarettes.

“Lou?”

He doesn’t look away from his video game, simply nodding with an expressionless face and a lit joint between his lips.

“Hey Niall. You’re home early.”

I approach the couch and notice the wrappers littering the floor from junk food.

“It’s midnight,” he shrugs, a bit surprised, “did you eat dinner?”

Beer bottles line the coffee table and he topples an empty one over as he props his feet up, pausing his game to take a hit of the poorly rolled joint. He hands it to me and I bring it to my lips as I get a glimpse of the rest of the room. It’s a mess. I didn’t pay much attention to it today, but it wasn’t this bad yesterday.

“Louis, are you alright, mate?”

He’s sitting back against the leather with pain written all over his facade.

“Fine. Why do you ask?”

He snarls as I sit down next to him and hand the joint back.

“Because you’re my friend and in the past week... you’ve just seemed depressed.”

That’s a nice way of putting it. He hasn’t showered and I’m pretty positive that he hasn’t had a single sober moment.

“Well, I’m not. I’m just fine.”

And then I ask something that I probably shouldn’t.

“What happened with Jess?”

He tries to stand up quickly, but his intoxication drags him down immediately. I rest my hand on his shoulder as he leans over his lap.

“She’s gone and I’m never getting her back.”

I don’t know exactly what reaction I expected, but crying was not one of the options in my head. He sobs like a child, choking from his non-ideal position, his head between his legs.

“Lou, don’t cry. What- why do you think you’ll never get her back?”

I know what he knows and I’m extremely tempted to fill him in on what he doesn’t. However, that would make me a heartless dick
at the moment and wouldn’t help anything.

“She’s got someone else, Niall. Someone better than me, obviously. She’s not coming back,” he sniffles and sits up to face me,
looking like he’s been hit with a ton of bricks, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

And then he slumps over again, groaning in what sounds like pain.

“Lou, do you feel o-“

“No- gonna puke...”

My eyes widen and I lean forward, looking for something- anything- to help the situation. My glance lands on a nearly-empty
popcorn bowl and I quickly dump out the remaining kernels before placing it between Louis’ legs.

“Here ya go. I’m right here.”

He heaves as I stroke his back softly. After a few gags and coughs, he’s emptying the contents of his stomach- which is mostly liquid- into the red bowl. He vomits over and over until I lose count and start to wonder how he still has anything left to throw up.

“Lou-“

“I’m,” he coughs and dry heaves, “I think I’m done.”

I pat his back soothingly and he sits back, laying his head down on the back of the couch. His eyes flicker shut and he grumbles
something incoherent.

“C’mon Louis. Let’s get you to bed.”

He hums in agreement as I walk to the kitchen and dampen a paper towel. I walk back and wipe down his mouth in case anything got on him while he threw up. He lays there motionless though and I contemplate leaving him on the couch, but decide that it wouldn’t be fair.

“Alright, Lou,” I mumble to myself, “I’ve got ya.”

I lean over and lift him into my arms. For a small lad, he’s quite heavy. I watch my footing carefully and carry him like a child to his bedroom. I lay him down on his bed and walk into his bathroom to find some mouthwash. When I return, he’s snoring and still laying on top of his covers. I have half a mind to change him out of his god-awful smelly clothes, but make a mental note instead to make him shower tomorrow. I sit him up and he immediately wakes up; only a little though.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow mate,” I fill the Scope lid with the green liquid and put a small amount in Louis’ mouth, “Swish it around and spit it out.”

He begins to weakly swish it around and I grab a dirty cup from his nightstand with remnants of soda in it to catch his spit in. He
spits it out and I set the cup back down on his bedside table before helping him to get under the sheets.

“I’ll bring water for when you wake up thirsty as hell.”

He doesn’t respond; only curls up with his blankets and falls asleep on his back. I gently roll him over so that he’s on his side in case he vomits again.

After filling a glass of water and putting it on his nightstand, I gather the dirty dishes from his room and turn the lights off, shutting the door quietly. I empty the few items from his room into the sink and stare at the wreck of a living room next.

Well, I guess I know what I’m doing tonight.

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I wake up to the sun beaming through the windows and a pair of familiar brown eyes in front of my own.

“Hannah?”

My voice sounds deeper than usual and I feel groggy as ever.

“Sorry. I was getting impatient. Louis told me not to wake you up, but I was secretly hoping that you would sense my presence and get up on your own.”

I chuckle and hook one arm around her waist, pulling her onto my bed, earning a playful squeal from her.

“Pipe it down, love.”

She scoffs and begins to talk back before I lean up and capture her lips with mine. I wrap my arms around the back of her thighs and roll her on top of me, her legs falling on either side of my body as we continue to kiss, our lips interlocking. Once she is seated on my lap, I run my hands up the length of her body, taking in each curve and bit of exposed skin. Her shirt rises as I continue to feel her up, stopping at my favorite spots to knead my fingers into her skin. Her lips part as I massage her bum, small whimpers transferring into my mouth until we’re both grinding lazily and softly moaning.

“Alright,” she pants and pulls away slightly to rest her forehead against mine, “It would be pointless to break our little agreement the morning of our last date.”

I grin sleepily and nod in agreement as she lays down on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and she scoots over to lay next to me. I sit up and rub my eyes in an attempt to fully wake up. Hannah adjusts her skirt and fixes her hair.

“You look really nice, babe.”

She blushes and looks away from me, fidgeting with her shirt to pull it down.

“Thanks. It’s nothing really. You should get ready, though, so we can head to the city.”

I nod and lean over once more to kiss the corner of her mouth before standing up in my tight boxer briefs. I swear I hear her breath hitch when the sheets fall from my body, revealing my inevitable morning hard-on showing plainly through my underwear.

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer.”

I don’t turn around and the last thing I hear is her giggling before I shut the bathroom door and turn on the shower.


HANNAH’S P.O.V.


Niall disappears into the bathroom, leaving me to smile like a giddy little girl in his bed. When I hear the shower turn on, I roll over and sit up before stepping onto the hard wood floor and straightening out my clothes. I can’t pretend I’m not nervous about tonight. But, there’s no one else on this planet that I want to lose my virginity to more than Niall and I know I’ll regret it if I procrastinate. Still, in the back of my head, guilt is trying to knock some sense into me. Louis and I have kept our little mishap a secret and I have a feeling that one day, at a completely inopportune time, it will come out.

Like the night before our wedding or something. Years down the road, him and Louis with some other guys during his bachelor party and they all get a bit drunk and Louis decides he has a funny story about that one time when he ate out the bride... Yeah, I don’t want some shit like that to come back to haunt me down the road.

I know that I’ll have to tell Niall myself if I want there to be any chance for us to move on from it.

Call me selfish, but I can’t bring myself to add that kind of drama to our budding relationship right now.

I suppose I should have thought about that when I was sprawled out across Louis’ bed, but it’s too late for that now. I have to make the best of a shit situation.

I walk out of Niall’s room with those stressful thoughts circulating, only to find Louis slumping over the dining table. I stroll over and
take a seat next to him, keeping my gaze on the side of his face until he looks at me.

“What do you want?”

I’m taken aback by his attitude, but brush it aside, easily able to tell that he’s hungover.

“Someone’s moody,” he rolls his eyes and lays down on his folded arms over the tabletop, “What’s wrong, Lou?”

I rest my hand on his back and he immediately flinches. I pull away quickly and rest my hands in my lap, awaiting some sort of verbal response.

“My life’s fucked, Hannie. I’m just sick of trying to be happy.”

I instinctively reach over and brush a damp strand of hair out of his face.

“Well, that’s the thing. You’re probably trying in all the wrong ways.”

He scoffs and props his head up with one arm.

“And what are your suggestions?”

I was afraid he’d ask that.

“Well, I don’t know. What do you enjoy besides weed and video games?”

He shrugs and seems to become disinterested when I exclude those two things.

“What about lacrosse? When’s the last time you played?”

He sits back and throws his hands in the air.

“Uh, that National’s game we lost at the end of the season when I graduated.”

“Really, Lou? You haven’t played since high school? You were amazing at lacrosse!”

He huffs and lays back down on the table.

“Look, I have no problem with weed. The few times I’ve tried it, I had a lot of fun. But, you’re letting it take over your life and, with whatever has been happening with Jess, it’s preventing you from moving on. I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for you to move on from a relationship if all you do is get shitfaced and high in front of the TV. Just, get out and do something. Play golf with your dad-“

“I hate my dad.”

“Then, play golf with my dad. Who cares! Just get out of this damned pool house if you have any desire to be happy. You’re just
having a never-ending self-pity party here. There’s only so much me and Niall can do to help you.”

He takes a deep breath and nods in solemn agreement.

“Speaking of which, I really owe Niall a thanks for taking care of me last night and cleaning up this shit-hole.”

Take care of him? I knew he was hungover. I’ll ask Niall for the dirty details later since Louis probably doesn’t remember much
anyway.

“Well, we both care about you. I can’t speak for him, but I love you, Lou and you’ll always be my best friend, even though things are pretty fucked up right now. Just don’t let it get you too down.”

He forces a grin and it’s honestly enough for me to feel like he’s making progress.

I hear Niall knocking around his room and soon enough, the door opens. Niall is dressed with his hair done and shoes on. He looks perfect in a crisp, short-sleeved, button-down shirt and a pair of tight grey jeans.

“Louis, my man. You showered! I’m so glad!”

Louis scoffs and stands up as Niall approaches. Before Niall can say something else light-hearted and nonchalant, Louis pulls him into a big hug.

“Thank you for last night. I think it really woke me up.”

Niall hugs back and pats Louis on the back, giving me a confused look over his shoulder.

“Anytime, mate. You do realize that I’m the one living in your house for free, right?”

Louis chuckles and sniffles as if he’s trying not to cry and it breaks my heart to see him emotional. It’s so not like him.

“I wish you’d stay longer.”

Niall starts to remind him about the distance to school and how he can’t, but Louis waves him off.

“I know, I know. You two get outta here. I’ll see you later; I’m going to do something productive today.”

Niall and I raise our eyebrows to each other and smile in relief.

“Sounds good, bud. Have a good day.”

The next thing I know, Niall is grabbing his phone and wallet and leading me out to the front of the house, where Joe is waiting patiently. Niall opens the back door for me and I climb in, sitting toward the middle to make it easy for us to cuddle.

“Alright, first off, let’s show you my school.”

I nod, smiling in excitement, as I inconspicuously check my phone.


*FROM: Harry
Yeah, you’re good for tonight. Have fun and be safe.*


Perfect.


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NIALL’S P.O.V.


After a long day of touring Hannah around parts of the city that I’m sure she’s never been to, we found ourselves at a pizzeria that my brother and I frequented when we first moved here. Hannah and I finished an entire pizza and sat in the booth for another half hour laughing about the fact that we ate the entire thing and still felt like we had room for dessert.

“Well, where to now, love?”

She looks up at me while sipping her coke through her eyelashes.

“I have somewhere to show you now, actually.”

I cock my head to the side and even though I know where this will all lead, I have no clue where she plans on taking me. I mean, I don’t suppose that she’d be comfortable asking her own father for a room in one of the hotels he owns for her first sexual experience.

“And where might that be?”

“Never you worry, Niall. It’s a surprise.”

She winks and I feel my heart beat a little faster at the prospect of having no idea where I was going.

“Lead the way, then.”

I keep my cool and stand up, leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table and mentally thanking Hannah for not trying to pay. I hold out
a hand, which she eagerly grabs, and we walk to the curb outside of the restaurant. She lifts up an arm and fails to hail a taxi.

“Why isn’t Joe driving?”

She turns an adorable shade of pink and squeezes my hand tightly.

“He can’t exactly know where we’re going.”

Now, that, is odd. She tells Joe everything, it seems.

“Are you taking me to some alleyway where you’re going to kill me and chop me up into a million pieces?”

She chuckles and tries to get the next cab with his light on.

“Here, let me.”

I step out into the road, pulling my hand from her’s, and whistle loudly with my hand waving wildly at a bright yellow cab nearing us.

He pulls over and turns his light off. I can’t help but catch Hannah as she rolls her eyes at my success. We climb in and she
hands the driver a small piece of paper, without letting me see. He nods and takes off, driving a bit wilder than some drivers I’ve had.

“You really won’t tell me?”

I squeeze her thigh and feel her tense up from my touch, laughing at my whining.

“Nope, in fact. I have a blindfold for you.”

My mouth falls open and I shake my head wildly.

“Nope, not happening.”

That’s how I find myself standing on an unknown curb in complete darkness.

“I can’t believe you talked me into the blindfold.”

She leans over and whispers in my ear.

“I don’t remember there being much talking.”

And I smirk because, yeah, neither of us said much in the cab.

Hannah grabs my hand firmly, slowly leading me toward a door. It’s an automatic door, and as soon as it opens, a rush of cold air
hits me.

“We’re in a nice place. The air-conditioning is on point.”

She laughs next to me, nudging my arm playfully.

“That’s what you’re using to guess? The quality of air-conditioning?”

I shrug and make my next statement very matter-of-factly.

“It’s a key factor!”

She laughs and suddenly stops walking. I hear the ding of an elevator and, moments later, she is leading me into a small box.

“I hate lifts.”

She presses some button and the doors close, sending us up.

“How come?”

“I’m claustrophobic and they get stuck.”

She lays on my shoulder and coos.

“They don’t always get stuck, silly.”

“You better knock on wood, because if we get stuck, I’m not putting out tonight.”

And then she really laughs.

“You really sound like a girl.”

I chuckle and breathe a sigh of relief when the lift finally stops and the doors open. Hannah holds my hand gently and leads me through the doors onto steady ground, stopping and standing there for a moment. She lets go of my hand and I see that she turns on the light. I can’t see where I am, but I can tell that the room is brighter now.

“Alright, I’m getting impatient. Are we there yet?”

She giggles and wraps her arms around my waist from behind, startling me.

“Yes, we are. You can take off the blindfold in 3-“ she moves away from my body, “2,” her voice carries farther away, “1, now.”

I eagerly pull the black ribbon away from my eyes and find Hannah standing in front of me in a polished, marble entryway, wearing black and white laced knickers and a matching top.

And I’m at a loss for words. Honestly, I can only get one out.

“Fuck.”

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