Liquor Bitch

The special place Louis was taking me to for Friday Night Date was a locally owned Chinese place. We walked in and walked right past the dining room to a patio. Nobody was eating out here but the patio itself was still lit up with red paper lanterns. “You can sit here!” Louis beamed, pulling out a chair for me at the only set table. I sat down and let him carefully push me into a light wood table that had a red and gold cloth on it. Louis eagerly jumped in the chair across from me. “What do you want dear?” he asked, reaching for my hand. “You can have anything. Whatever you want. Stir fry and fucking lobster for all I care.”

I picked up a neatly placed menu, just a leather rectangle with a thick piece of paper decorated in black and gold calligraphy. “Maybe some shrimp”, I said, scanning the menu. “What are you getting?”

“Lo mein and beef sounds good”, he answered. Before he had his menu on the table, a server came over. Louis told him what we wanted and ordered us some beers before leaving. Beer? I’d want about three pitchers worth before the night was over. “You were absolutely amazing for our first legitimate public...thing”, Louis grinned, resting his chin on the heels of his hands. “You were funny, you were cute, you were friendly.”

“I learned from the best”, I giggled.

Louis swayed playfully. “I know”, he sighed overdramatically. “But I’m glad we could have such a good public coming-out of sorts. Not that I ever doubted you. Now we wait for Twitter to blow up.”

“That sounds fun”, I said, forcing myself to smile. There was no way they wouldn’t find out, not unless they also believed I was Aphrodite. I hoped they wouldn’t find me.

“It’s something”, Louis muttered. “I have to say, that’s kind of the shitty side to fame. But you know that.”

“Yup.” We talked some more until the food came out and Louis taught me how to use chopsticks. I was maybe halfway through eating when Louis perked up.

“Do you hear what song’s playing?” he mused. I listened to it. It was some upbeat poppy tune about a girl named Delilah. “That’s our song”, Louis beamed. He eagerly pulled me up and started swaying me. In the warm red lighting, Louis looked like a big, cheesy Valentine’s Day card. From his far away grin to his lust heavy eyes. But it wasn’t lust. No, Louis had a different look, one I felt bad for, like he really loved Aphrodite. What would happen if he found out that I wasn’t her? No, I’m Daffy now and I love Louis. I had to sell it and that works best when you believe your own lie. He started singing along, careful with his footing as we spun around the patio. Louis didn’t have what I’d call a remarkable voice and he was a little off key but it was sweet. He was really enjoying this and to be honest, so was I.

“Daffy, I know it’s only been a short while”, Louis began, letting his right hand slip from my waist to fish around his pocket. Oh sweet Jesus, is this what I think it is? Don’t- Louis, don’t do it-

“I’d really like you to have this”, he smiled. Louis opened a little white box to reveal a glittery ring inside. My breath caught. He and Daffy were THIS close? “It’s just a promise ring”, he explained hastily, plucking out the silver band that was adorned with diamonds. “But it’s something I’ve been thinking about recently and I want you to have it.”

Just a promise ring? Okay, so they weren’t that close but they WERE that cheesy. “I love it, Lou”, I murmured, forcing a grin. “It’s wonderful.”

“Just know that I’m here for you for absolutely anything on the condition you’re here too”, he smiled. “I guess it’s not that special but…” Louis glanced down. “I just wanted you to know. As long as you need me, I’m right here.”

“Well, now I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything”, I giggled, kissing his cheek. Louis laughed and slipped it onto my finger.

“I don’t expect anything”, he chuckled, admiring the way it looked in the light. “I just want you and as far as I can tell, that’s working out pretty well.”

“I thought so too”, I shrugged, earning another laugh.

“Daffy, I really do love you”, he whispered as he pulled my hand into his chest. “I know we’ve had our ups and downs but that’s all in the past, sweetheart. Let’s get outta here and hit a pub, huh?”

“I’d fucking love to!” I laughed. He paid our bill after we’d finished dinner and soon, we took off to a bar. Again, I drank myself stupid and eventually Louis had to help me out and back into the flat. We had sex again but it was soft and so much sweeter than anything I’d ever experienced. If I hadn’t thrown back as many shots as I had, I’m sure I would’ve felt bad for tricking him like this but in the moment it never occurred to me. I was everything Louis wanted and he was everything I needed. It didn’t take long after we’d both hit our respective climaxes for me to fall asleep tangled up in Louis’s fine limbs.



It was early in the morning when there was a knocking on the front door. Louis groaned and hid his head under a pillow. “What the fuck?” he yawned.

“I don’t know”, I mumbled, curling up next to him. In the morning light, this room was really nice. Like the downstairs living room, this room was decorated in earthy tones with dark wood furniture. Louis was probably the best part about it though, with his semi tanned skin coming from under a clay and moss coloured comforter and chestnut hair tossed onto the cream sheets. I spent time admiring him and tracing his tattoos as the knocking came to a stop. Louis finally bolted up when he heard the front door pop open.

“What the Hell?” he demanded, blue eyes shooting wickedly to the door. “Daffy, get dressed!” I rushed into some clothes- a pair of Louis’s boxers and a discarded Killers t-shirt as he forced himself into sweatpants and a Ramones shirt. Arming himself with an electric shaver, we crept downstairs to greet our intruder but only found a very quiet Harry sitting on the couch. “Harry, you bloody shitehead”, Louis whined. “You scared me!”

Harry looked up at us. “I need help”, he stated softly. This wasn’t the Harry I was used to. Did they contact him? Had they finally found me? “Louis, you know Lanette”, Harry continued.

“I know Lanette”, Louis agreed. “Why?”

“Well, I invited her out for the day and now I’m second guessing myself.”

“Why? She’s cool, mate?”

“And that’s the problem”, Harry sighed. “I mean, you know how she is. What if I just look like a jack ass? Or a loser? You and Daffy should come too. We’ll make it a group outting.”

“Like a double date?” I mused.

“It’s not really a date”, Harry mumbled.

“It’s a date”, Louis snickered. “Count us in. I have to take Daffy here to the phone store first, though.”

Harry shrugged. “Just hurry up. Get dressed. I’ll go pick up Lanette and you can text me when you’re ready to meet.”

“Sure thing, mate”, Louis beamed.

Harry stood up and started to leave before smirking at Louis. “Were you really going to come at me with a razor?” he scoffed. Louis snickered and turned a bright shade of pink.

“It’s a bit silly, isn’t it?” he asked. “I just grabbed the first thing I found.”

“Well, find something better next time”, Harry laughed. “I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

“Aye, aye, Captain”, I waved. “We’ll be around.” Once he left, Louis and I both showered (not together as Louis didn’t want to get “carried away” as he put it) and changed into clothes. He recommended I dress casually as Lanette wasn’t someone who needed to be impressed so that’s what I did. I put on a pair of black skinnys with a loose purple t-shirt that fell off one shoulder. I was starting to get the idea Aphrodite-er, I liked purple. While Louis finger combed his hair into messy waves, I applied some eyeliner and red lipstick (force of habit). We left the flat and entered Louis’s car, a Porsche he referred to as his baby. We made our way to a brand name phone store where the other Aphrodite really had seemed to have lost her phone. It hadn’t been on in a few weeks. We got a replacement, Louis giving up his phone to transfer all of “our” pictures and important contacts. I made sure to text his band mates so they’d all have my new number. One of the contacts I noticed was for someone I couldn’t name. While Louis downloaded all of my apps from iCloud and put in my login info, I had to ask.

“Lou, this is a stupid question but who’s Zayn?” I wondered.

He shot me a look and smirked. “Ha, ha”, he said sarcastically. “You’re sooo funny.”

I forced myself to smile. “You know what that little dick is doing now?” Louis demanded. “He dumped us and now he’s working with some dick named NaughtyBoy. Yeah, that sounds like someone I’d want to work with.”

Zayn was in One Direction. Okay.

“What a stupid little wanker”, Louis grumbled. “There. Now you’re all signed in to everything!” I took my phone back, admiring the glossy screen and different items on the screen. Louis had even been so kind as to change my background for me, a big picture of what I assumed was their logo. “Now, text Hazza. We need to get going.”

“Sure thing”, I nodded. Like a good girlfriend, I messaged Harry and told him we were on our way. He replied simply by saying he took Lanette to a local Starbucks.

“What kind of date is that?!” Louis wailed overdramatically. “Oh, my dear Harold. We’ll have to remedy this, Daff.”

“Of course”, I agreed. Though I’d never been in a Starbucks and couldn’t imagine what was so bad about it. I agreed with Louis blindly anyway and let him speed off to Harry’s spot.

Notes

Double update because I hate this chapter