Louis' POV:

I wasn't surprised to see that she was just getting dressed, of course we knew what they were up to... And the second it dawned on Harry, he went into standby. His eyes turned empty, and he was staring out of the window with a pensive look. That's when I had it. As soon as Zayn returned, I slapped him over the back of his head before I went into his bedroom. I got slightly distracted by her thinly clad derriere, but I was still fuming, so I stayed focussed.

“Well, what is it?” she said, propping her hand on her hip and giving me an almost bored look. I closed the door behind me and stepped closer to her, too close for small talk.

“Stop fucking around with Harry,” I demanded, my voice cold. She arched up an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

“I haven't even talked to him the last couple of months, I can't help it if he's still hung up,” she explained. We locked eyes for a moment, and for the first time, I saw something other than arrogance behind them. I saw fear.

“You're afraid,” I commented, to which she just snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Please, why would I be afraid of someone like Harry?” she asked and turned around, fetching a bottle from the cupboard and pouring herself a glass of what I assumed was Whisky. She had her back to me, so I stepped closer still and whispered into her ear.

“Because you know that you could have it all with him. He could make you a better person, but you don't want to be better, do you? You like your image, you love fucking around with other people's feelings, and you would rather die than settle down. Aren't I right, Roxana?” I asked, my lips slightly grazing her earlobe. I knew I needed to intimidate her to get what I wanted. She froze at my proximity, but then turned around. I was almost pressing her into the counter behind her. Her eyes were almost burning holes through mine. She was furious.

“It does not matter what I want, but have you ever thought about what it would mean for Harry? He would go down, I would take him with me. He can't handle me. I would destroy him,” she said, her voice tense and eyes watery. I caught my breath, backing away slightly. Suddenly, I saw that she wasn't being selfish. She was being reasonable. Something I never thought she could be.

As realisation dawned on my face, she sighed and her expression got softer.

“I know you're just trying to look out for your friend, but the best thing for all of us is if he would just get over it already. I'm not hurting him on purpose, so he needs to move on,” she said and grabbed her glass. She wanted to walk past me to the door, but I grabbed her hand and turned her around, making her look me in the eyes.

“And Zayn? Can he handle you?” I asked, my look expectant. She smirked at me and pressed her body against mine. Cocky Roxana was back.

“For now. But it's definitely not for ever,” she whispered and let her hand stroke down my exposed arm. I got goosebumps where her hand trailed, and something in my middle began stirring, but she detached herself again and went out the door, dressed only in a big shirt. I sighed and massaged my forehead with my hand. That woman would bring us all into big trouble, I just knew it.


Zayn's POV:

I eyed Rox closely when she returned, but she just smiled at me and settled next to Niall again. I passed her the joint and she took a deep drag just as Louis returned. He looked a bit on edge, and whispered something into Harry's ear. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and looked at Rox from the corner of his eyes. I rolled my eyes and leant back, taking a deep sip from the vodka. As much as I accepted Rox making her own decisions, I needed them to be over. For good.


3 hours later

To say that we were all drunk as fuck would be an understatement. A huge one at that. Harry and Louis had passed out an hour ago, sprawled all over each other, and Liam was fighting sleep as well. Rox was loudly roaring at something Niall had said, sitting on his lap again. I grinned at them, they were kind of cute.

Loud snores came from my right and I knew that Liam had passed out as well. When I turned my head again, Rox was looking at me while Niall was whispering something in her ear. She arched an eyebrow and motioned towards him. I saw that his hand had crept fairly high up her naked legs, and that his thumb was slowly drawing circles on her skin. She was squirming in her seat, and I knew what she wanted. My permission. I gave her a long and hard look before my mouth turned into a slow grin. Getting up, I walked over and stretched my hand out to her.

“Come on guys, I feel like we should move this party to the bedroom,” I said and she beamed at me, getting up from the couch and dragging Niall with her.

“Are you sure? I mean, you're sort of together now,” Niall stuttered, his eyes sparkling. Rox laughed and kissed him hard.

“There's always room for you in our bed, Irish,” she whispered and took both our hands, dragging us to the bedroom. She was right.

Notes

• so... are you surprised? or did you expect it to be Louis?
• and what about Rox's confession? do you think she made a fair point?
• how do you think Zayn thinks about the whole Niall-thing?
• please leave a comment :)
• BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: an important new character will join this story in the next chapter ;) any ideas who it could be?