LUKE’S P.O.V.


Luke collapsed opposite of Evelyn, the bed giving a slight shift when he did so. Her eyes gazing in a glassy way as a giggle escaped her red lips. “Come on Luke,” she mounted him again. He felt her lips on his jaw. They were so soft as they left a trail down his neck and chest. He wanted to finish what they began, but Evelyn was so gone and Luke had barely hit tipsy. Her eyes were brimming with lust and Luke could feel the mood was heavy, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He forced himself to sit up. He looked up at Evelyn who was in front of him, confused.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“We can’t Eve,” he began to stutter but as he threw his legs over the mattress he knew what he was doing was right. He tightened his belt around his hips, and felt around the sheets for his shirt.
“What?” she had turned upset within a minute.
“You’re gone. And as much as this would be nice, it’s not right. And in the morning you’d regret it,” Luke said heavily, with the utmost regret.
“That’s not true,” she whispered, only half believing it.
“Just… sleep well,” Luke bent down and connected his lips to her cheek, accidentally lingering for too long. He quickly walked out of the room, leaving a disheveled Eve behind. He was crossing the street when he noticed Louis on the front steps of the sorority driveway entrance.
“Louis?” Luke said.
“Uh, yeah,” his voice cool, like usual but startled by Luke’s presence. “What were you doing in the girls’ house?”
“Oh, just helping a friend,” Luke took a seat next to him on the uneven pavement. They sat in silence. “What are you doing here anyway?” Luke wondered.
“You’ll see,” he sighed, looking into the palms of his hands. The sky was dark this night, or probably morning by now. “I’m waiting for someone,” Louis said suddenly, looking up confidently. His eyes were fixated on a taxi that had just pulled up. “Excuse me.”

RILEY’S P.O.V.

She was stumbling out of the doors of the club when he caught her, for probably the seventh time.
“I think we should get a taxi,” he offered.
“Thank you Jim,” Riley slurred.
“It’s Jason,” he said bitterly, shaking his head with an eye roll.
“Of course,” Riley hit her head jokingly as Jason yielded a yellow car. She didn’t really remember the ride much, but as soon as she pulled into the house her heart dropped. Louis was a standing, arms crossed in front of the taxi.
Shit…
“That’ll be twenty seventeen,” the driver said gruffly. Riley completely ignored Jeff fiddling with his wallet, searching for the money, instead her eyes were glued to Louis. The two of them stepped out of the car and sudden tension soaked the air.
“Riley, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Louis began towards Riley, embracing her awkwardly. To anyone else, Louis’ expression would have looked caring and kind but Riley saw right through it. His eyes were still their usual dark blue, with no emotion. “Thank you for getting her here safely,” Louis turned to a rather dumbfounded Jeff.
“Uh…” Jeff stuttered.
“Excuse us Louis, we will be upstairs,” Riley said as kindly as she could through clenched teeth.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, with your brother here?” Louis said.
“Brother? I don’t ha…” Riley began.
“I’m right here silly,” Louis wrapped his arm around her shoulders a little too tightly.
“What the fuck Lou,” Riley began, seeing the game he was at. He wanted him to Jeff to be intimidated by Louis, too much so not to go inside with her.
“You should go now. She’s my little sister, and I don’t like when dumbass pricks show up to show her a good time. So hop back in that taxi and have a nice ride home,” Louis spat. Jeff just nodded slowly.
“No,” Riley said sternly, taking hold of Jeff’s arm. “He is coming inside, at least for a drink.”
“I think you’ve had enough of those,” Louis whispered. Jeff gave a nod, looking tense.
“Come on,” Riley tried pulling but suddenly the world was spinning and she felt like another drink could possibly be the worst idea she had ever had. Her mouth began to taste funny and her stomach twitched. She leaned over and without aiming, vomited all over. Including on Jeff’s shoes, even though she wished very badly that they had been Louis’.

COLLINS’ P.O.V.

She had been hoping for a better night then avoiding Devin and Ashton, but the club was nice, nonetheless. She was aching for sleep though and found herself crashed on her bed when she heard shouts from the floor above her. She hid her head under a goose-feathered pillow, but it was pointless. The shouts were continuous. She tiptoed up the stairs and peered out the door. She ran into Louis though, who was helping a shaky Riley up to the second floor. Collins walked quietly towards the yelling and placed her ear against the door, even though she could already tell it was Liam and Devin.
“Liam, I told you! I’m not drunk!” Devin shrieked.
“Devin, you can’t even look at me straight!” Liam countered. “And, why was Harry offering you condoms? Is there something between you two? Were you about to hook up with him if I hadn’t walked in?” His voice was bellowing and Collins’ was trying to imagine Liam’s kind eyes turning so cold to match his voice.
“Why would I want something to do with him?” Devin spat.
“He’s a childhood friend, isn’t he?” Liam shot.
“Well yes…”
“How do I know there isn’t something more?” Liam continued.
“This is such a problem isn’t it, you just have to trust me on this matter!” Devin’s voice cracked. Collins’ ear still pressed against the cool wooded door.
“I’ve never had a problem trusting you. You better not give me a reason not to,” he spat.
Devin muttered something. Collins just smirked, knowing that Devin’s secret was still being kept from Liam. She crept back into her room downstairs and fell asleep, wondering what the next few days would have in store for her.


MIKEY’S P.O.V.

“I’m fine,” Calum yelled over the music towards Mikey who was eyeing Calum wearily.
“Let’s head out,” Mikey was continuously mumbling. But Calum had his own agenda. “Jesus Calum…” Mikey eyed his watch and saw its minute hand ever so approaching the twelve, signaling it was about to be one in the morning. Calum was perched at the bar, on a far stool, sitting in front of several empty beer glasses.
“You know… I feel this heaviness in my stomach now,” Calum said, staring off into nothingness. Mikey just remained quiet, letting Calum rant. “I don’t know what this feeling is, but I’d rather not have it. But at the same time, it’s strangely addictive.” A silence. “I don’t know if my chest is tight because of Evelyn… or because of him,” Calum spat the last part out bitterly. Mikey knew at that moment he had to intervene.
“Luke’s one of your best friends,” Mikey began, Calum scoffed. “You have to remember that.”
“I think I’m ready to go back to the house,” Calum slurred. Mikey stayed in his seat and watched Calum stumble to the door, suddenly nervous for what awaited him at the house.

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