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Every <strong>on</strong>e is dressed in suits <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> fancy cocktail dresses <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the place smells like expensive<br />
perfume <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> m<strong>on</strong>ey.<br />
The sound of heels c<strong>on</strong>necting with the expensive marble tiles is loud <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> annoying, Louis much<br />
preferring a pair of sneakers <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> some crumbled c<strong>on</strong>crete. His dad is popping out from an<br />
especially uptight group of people, Louis can tell by the way their noses sneer up at Liam’s lastyear<br />
shoes. Louis debates saying something to them, but chooses not to, <strong>on</strong>ly because it isn’t<br />
worth his time.<br />
“Louis, Liam, you both look very nice.” His dad puts <strong>on</strong> a smile, the wrinkles beside his eyes<br />
coming into view, Louis’ face remains neutral.<br />
“Thank you.” Liam smiles <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis rolls his eyes, “When’s dinner starting?” He blurts out,<br />
taking a glass of champagne from the waiter walking by with a tray.<br />
“Always a delight, Louis.” The sarcasm drips from every syllable, his father’s eyes giving him a<br />
silent warning, which Louis ignores whole-heartedly. When his father is sure Louis isn’t going to<br />
reply, he c<strong>on</strong>tinues, more annoyed, “You can have a seat with the other lads, over there,” He<br />
points to a table, mostly every<strong>on</strong>e around Louis <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Liam’s age.<br />
Louis nods, taking down the rest of his champagne <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing his father the empty glass, “Cool,<br />
see you around.”<br />
“Hey,” His dad hisses between clenched teeth, “be professi<strong>on</strong>al, these people aren’t like your<br />
trashy friends, you got it?”<br />
“The <strong>on</strong>ly difference between my friends <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> these people are that my friends are actually<br />
enjoyable to be around.” Louis replies, voice just as venomous, “And I’ll act the way I fucking<br />
want to, I d<strong>on</strong>’t even want to be here.” He finishes, walking away to leave his father with his<br />
mouth hanging wide open.<br />
These fancy shoes are too tight <strong>on</strong> his feet <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> now he’s irritated, tempted to walk right out the<br />
door <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> not look back. The <strong>on</strong>ly reas<strong>on</strong> he isn’t is because Harry just bought him this suit <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
he’s going to wear it, even if it kills him. The other lads d<strong>on</strong>’t even blink when Louis takes a seat,<br />
c<strong>on</strong>tinuing <strong>on</strong> their c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> like he was invisible. Liam is still st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing next to his dad, likely<br />
trying to calm him down from the pissed state Louis had left him in. Good.<br />
Plates are laid out with fancy as fuck silverware. To be h<strong>on</strong>est, he has no idea which is the soup<br />
spo<strong>on</strong> or whatever they call it, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he wishes he cared even slightly, but he doesn’t. He pulls out<br />
his ph<strong>on</strong>e, sending a message to Niall about how much he already hates this whole dinner, before<br />
sliding it back in <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> joining into the c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> going <strong>on</strong> around the table.<br />
There’s a boy with slick back, silver bl<strong>on</strong>de hair, his eyes brows are perfectly plucked <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his suit<br />
tightly tailored, he looks <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> talks like an asshole. But, every<strong>on</strong>e around the table seems to love<br />
him, listening intently <strong>on</strong> his stories, “So, I tell the guy, having the cheapest model Rolex is just as<br />
bad as having a dollar store <strong>on</strong>e, so d<strong>on</strong>’t act like you’re <strong>on</strong>e of us.” Every<strong>on</strong>e around laughs, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
Louis scrunches his face, what the fuck?<br />
“Hilarious, why even try?” A kid with red-hair chimes in. “Royce, you have no filter.”<br />
So, Royce is the bl<strong>on</strong>de kid’s name, interesting enough. They still haven’t acknowledged Louis’<br />
presence, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the waiters are coming around with the first course of the meal. Louis’ not phased,<br />
picking up whichever fork his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s finds first to dig in. It’s a teriyaki salm<strong>on</strong> filet, a bit over<br />
cooked <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> mediocre, but Louis downs it anyway, he’s practically starving. Rich restaurant with<br />
basic cooking, Louis’ surprised it’s not marinated in gold, it probably costs as much.