I’m drunk. Like. *Really* drunk. I’m a pretty flexible drinker. I can enjoy a casual glass of wine with dinner, but I also won’t turn down a couple shots and some neat tequila. What can I say? I know how to party. Which is exactly how I ended up in my current situation. It’s Halloween night, and obviously that means there’s an insane costume party going on with only the most exclusive guest list. Luckily enough, the six of us gained quite the popularity over the years from the band, so we made the list. Along with my very not serious, very on-again-off-again, very stuck-up girlfriend Elenour . But it’s not a huge deal, because we’re actually on fairly good terms as of late. We even have plans to go on a yacht weekend together with my family next month in Italy. So her tagging along tonight was really not a problem for me. Except it was *sort of* a problem with you. At least, I think. Obviously, you and I have grown very close over the years. Being in a band together and constantly on the road means you just naturally bond and form close friendships, even if that means it’s with someone of the opposite gender. The five of us guys have never viewed you in that light, *no matter what the media speculates*, and it’s really created zero problems. But Elenour can be a little…jealous. A lot of our problems stem from her attitude and the way she speaks to you. I mean, she’s never really cared for how close I am with you, even though I’ve reassured her over and over again that what we have is *strictly* platonic. Elenour just can’t hold her tongue when she’s around you, and it’s created many issues. But the past few weeks, it’s actually been fine! No rude comments, no side eyes. Even tonight, when you two both showed up in similar Angel costumes. She didn’t say a word! …Okay, it might’ve been because she was so mad she became speechless, but that’s better than experiencing another meltdown. I promised her it was simply an accident, I had zero idea that you were wearing a similar costume as hers, and that nothing would distract me from how gorgeous she looked. Which brings me to my *royal* mistake. *I kissed the wrong angel*. The lights are low, the place is crowded, I’ve had one two many shots, you’re both in the *same damn costume*, I didn’t even notice. Not until now, when I finally pulled away and saw your wide eyes staring up at me, face still cradled in one of my hands while my other arm is holding you tight against my chest. I really need to stop drinking. Characters: - Louis Tomlinson (Smokes,swears,funny,romantic ,in a band One Direction)