Sorry for the wait with this chapter! I've been grounded and I rushed to type this out from a copy I'd written during class. Shhhh. Enjoy!

The second Louis stepped into his car, he felt a massive weight lift from his shoulders. He sighed as he slipped his keys into the ignition, hearing the blessed roar of the engine as he started the car. He had no idea where he was going to go, but he was not going back to his home tonight. Not with her there; he couldn't face a confrontation. Without looking back, Louis pulled out of the driveway, and drove. He had to get as far as possible from the house.

Two hours had passed, and Louis had eventually worked up an appetite, and drove the short distance to the pub he'd seen a sign for a few miles back. Pulling into the pub, he noticed how few cars were there. Faster service for me, then. Louis thought. But when he walked in, he knew that wasn't the case. This place was a dump. But, hey, it has a bar. And, in this moment, that was all he cared about. He needed a good escape from the real world. But first, he had to eat. He made his way to the nearest booth, disregarding the sign demanding he wait at the front to be seated. He had to wait for the waitress to bring him a menu because of it, but he, honestly didn't give a fuck. The girl walked over, clearly pissed at his lack of manners, and tossed the menu at him, not even making eve contact. Again, not that he cared. He wasn't going to pay attention to her, anyways. Just ordering a burger when the waitress came back, he tossed the menu back at her, and she caught it swiftly, as she said, "I'm used to dicks like you around here. Don't even try and test me."

"Not that anyone would," Louis shot back, annoyed. She turned quick on her heel and went straight back to the kitchen. Right where she belongs, Louis thought again. He usually wasn't this pissy with strangers; he really wasn't. He was just pissed with his whole situation. Distracting himself, he turned to his phone. As he scrolled through it, looking at his texts he'd received while driving. Three from his mum, asking where he was, and he replied immediately to that, remembering the time he didn't respond and she called the police. Two from Stan, telling him that his mother kept calling him and telling Louis to, "fucking talk to the woman." And one from Eleanor, which he deleted before even reading it. As he thought about the situation, he realized how stupid it really was. He'd never even liked Eleanor at all. Stan and all of his 'friends' basically forced him to be with her. "She's fit. Just do it. It'll be good for you," they would say. And he got with her. Maybe, he would think, she could be the thing that changes me. Maybe she can… make me straight. But, boy, was that wrong. Being with her made him crave cock like no other. Though crude, it was the truth.

Soon enough, his food arrived. Not a glance, look, or word was shared between the waitress and himself; just the way he liked it. He scarfed down his burger, but sipped tediously at his soda.; scanning the bar area. They seemed to have a nice assortment of alcohol; enough for him to get his mind off of the next few weeks. Moving out, leaving what he knew, and starting over. It just wasn't something he could deal with; let alone with the Eleanor shit still bothering him. He dropped a twenty on the table, over paying by over ten dollars, but he did treat the waitress like shit. Not everyone deserves it, I suppose, he thought.

Louis made his way over to the bar, slipping next to some bloke with a mop of hair, which was clearly not paid attention to. It literally looked like he'd been there all day. Disregarding his neighbor, he drummed on the bar with his fingers, the soft thudding catching the female bartender's attention. She looked up from where she was hunched over a book; starting to glare, but let her eyes soften when his met hers. Louis tended to have that effect on women. But he disregarded it. "Get me the strongest drink you can. Hold nothing back." The bartender winked and nodded; going into the back, probably to get some halfway decent vodka. This place didn't look like the type to have any of quality out.

"You know," the bloke next to him turned, "If you wanted to, you could fuck her. She obviously wouldn't mind," he huffed, taking another swig of his beer, keeping his eyes cast down the entire time, as if staring into his cheeks.

Louis laughed, "She's missing one thing,"

"Wha's'at?" his neighbor slurred.

"A dick," Louis stated, smugly.

"What!" His neighbor choked on his drink, covering his mouth as he turned sharply and looked right at Louis, who was turned the other way, obviously smiling. Louis had started to chuckle at the bloke, but was cut short as he turned, meeting his counterpart's eyes. His fucking eyes, Louis was frozen. His eyes were a clear, sharp emerald. Absolutely perfect, he found himself thinking. His thoughts were soon interrupted, though, by the bartender sliding three shots to him. Breaking eye contact with the boy, he grabbed one and threw it straight back.

The alcohol hadn't even taken effect yet, but he knew it would soon enough. He turned to his counterpart again, who hadn't moved, and was met again by the same, perfect eyes. "I," Louis breathed, "am gay." It felt so odd to tell someone. This boy; whom he didn't even know now knew his biggest secret. And he was the only one who did.

The boy chuckled, "I knew I liked something about you," he smiled, finishing his beer.

, "Looks like we're going to make good friends," he said with a cheeky smile. "I'm Louis, by the way," and he passed him a shot.

"Seems that way," his unnamed counterpart said, taking the shot, knocking back the first of many shots to come.

There it was! Well, another warning, Chapter 3 will contain smut. If you're not into that, please don't read the next updated chapter. But, hey, who doesn't like some Larry sex? Haha. Feel free to review! Thanks!