Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)
"Hazzah, this was your best idea yet renting this yacht," Louis moans practically in ecstasy as he throws back another beer.
"Well, after busting our asses for three years, it's time we enjoyed ourselves a bit. Plus, given the choice of a houseboat on Lake Havasu and me not be able to drink or gamble in Vegas or a yacht on the Mediterranean with all the drink and gambling I want made it a no brainer," we both laugh.
"I dub you honorary travel agent," Louis holds up his beer to salute me and takes another swig.
"Hey mate, pace yourself. You don't want to be piss drunk at the casino tonight."
"Ah young grasshopper, don't worry. I'm just relaxing."
"If you say so. I don't want to end up on the cover of some rag tomorrow with a picture of me holding up your drunk ass with a lot of bullshit Larry rumors again," Louis explodes in laughter.
"Harry, no one even knows we're here. Let's hope it stays that way. If those damn Larry rumors start up again, I might not ever get laid again," he pulls a face of mock horror and this time I break out in laughter.
"Well, we'll always have each other BooBear," I wink at Lou and give him a overly fake flirty face as I wiggle my eyebrows.
"Yeah, I know my ass is spectacular, but you can just admire from afar Harold," he says as he waves a hand dismissively at me. That's Lou, sassy as ever.
"As fun as this banter is Lou, I'm gonna go start getting ready for tonight. The launch will be ready to take us to the casino at 9pm."
"Okay, just try not to think of me in the shower!" Oh help me Lord, if he doesn't sober up a bit it's gonna be a wild night in Monaco. He is the cheekiest drunk and he'll probably end up getting our asses kicked by making a move on the wrong guy's bird.
"Trust me, that won't be a problem Lou," I shake my head as I see him pop open another beer and I walk towards my cabin.
**Two Hours Later**
"Lou! Wake up! You need to hit the shower mate. The launch will be here in 45 minutes!" I shake him and look in horror at the number of empty beer bottles next to him on the table.
"Hey, stop already! I hear ya you buzzkill!" He swats at me a couple of times. Lou is not a nice drunk when you piss him off.
"Come on, up with you already," I pull his arms and he stumbles out of his lounge chair.
"Are you happy? I'm up and I am heading to the shower," he says as I watch him stumble towards his cabin.
"Delighted. And Lou?" he turns around and raises an eyebrow at me almost daring me to continue, "We ARE dining before we hit the casino floor. You are in no condition to gamble right now," I scold.
"Yes mummy," he slurs in a baby voice and just like that he's off to get ready.
**Later at the Casino**
So, we've been gambling two hours and apparently luck is with Louis tonight. Here I am stone cold sober and down over £100,00 and Louis is up over £1 million after five more beers. We need to get out of here soon. He has had control of the dice at this craps table for nearly an hour. The crowd is growing and I don't want a media circus. Luckily, this is a middle aged group so we don't have crazed fans to contend with so far, but it's always just a matter of time.
"Let it all ride!" Lou shrieks, the crowd gasps, and I am ripped from my thoughts.
"Lou! Are you mad??!! Betting £1 million on a roll of the dice?" I think I am going mad watching him.
"It's only money Harry! Live a little!" With that he throws the dice and rolls a seven. The crowd cheers and applauds.
"Okay Lou, can we please go now? You're making me nervous."
"Nuh-uh, no can do. I'm on a roll - get it a roll Hazz - oh I crack myself up," all I can muster is a face palm at how out of control Louis is behaving.
"Okay Hazz, I'll make you a deal. I win this hand, I'll call it a night and we'll leave. And, because I am such a swell guy, I'll order us matching Ferraris from my winnings."
Okay, being a famous pop star with nice friends does have its advantages.
"Deal Lou. Let's just get this over with please," now the sad thing is I am actually excited about this roll. He rattles the dice in his hand, tosses them, and...
"Seven!!" the crowd cheers out in unison and Louis is getting high fives from everyone.
"Red or black Hazz?"
"What color do you want for your new Ferrari?" He asks with a smirk.
"Definitely red you maniac," I laugh and pat him on the back and watch in shock as a stunning brunette grabs Louis and kisses him roughly.
"Sorry babe, I only like girls who want to use me for my body, not my money. Let's cash out Hazz," Lou sasses and gives a wave to his gambling worshippers. All I can do is laugh at him.
"Unbelievable night Lou. I can't even imagine how you'll top that tomorrow night."
"I'll think of something. Let's call it a night."
We cash out Louis' £4 million in winnings, make our way to the launch, and head back to the yacht for the night.
**Casino Executive Office Overlooking Gambling Floor - Current Time**
I sit and overlook my casino floor with a look of pure satisfaction on my face. Suddenly, I hear my office door open.
"Mikko, good work. Sit my friend," I motion to the chair across from me as my trusted casino manager enters the room.
"Alfonso, all due respect, but you sure you know what you are doing? Letting that boy leave with millions?" I know he means no disrespect, he's only looking out for me. We've known each other 25 years after all, he is loyal to a fault.
"Yes. Think of tonight as a temporary loan," I smirk.
"Yes. Can you put those lucky dice in my vault now?" He nods and I watch as Mikko punches in the combination, slowly opens the door, and deposits the dice inside.
"Boss, in all these years I've never known you to rig a table and let someone walk away with the money. You've always pulled the dice switch and took the pot back."
"Mikko, the payout for this is bigger this pot is bigger than a few million," he look at me confused, and rightfully so, he has no idea of my plan.
"Tell me Mikko, do you know who those two young men are?"
"Allow me to enlighten you. The curly haired one is Harry Styles and the loud mouth drunk is Louis Tomlinson. They are part of the most popular music group in the world.
"Oh, you want something from them. Must be something big. Aren't you concerned that Tomlinson will walk away with the money and not come back?"
"Mikko, I've sat here for the past 30 years watching people. I know what people will do inside my casino before they know themselves. My sources told me Styles and Tomlinson were coming and, knowing what I do about them, I predicted Tomlinson's actions perfectly."
"Trust me Mikko, Tomlinson will strut into this casino tomorrow night like he owns the place and, by the end of the night, he is going to get the surprise of his life," I can't help but smile again in satisfaction as to how easy it was to get Tomlinson on the line.
I dedicate this story to the author of my favorite fanfic, emilyloren94. If you haven't read her story, "When You Let Your Heart Win", you don't know what you're missing. She inspired me to write this (my first solo fanfic) and I am grateful for her guidance.
I hope you enjoyed Louis and Harry's carefree attitudes because they will soon be gone when the drama hits!
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