Complacent [Duplicity Niall]

(Already regret writing this, because I have to like, match the dialouge and stuff and ughh bro)

Harry got arrested.

I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. Harry was the type to find trouble, whether he was looking for it or not. Still, something about the way Niall had hesitated before telling me to stay made me uneasy.

Stay why?

I exhaled sharply and turned back toward the bar on the beach. If I was staying put, I might as well get a drink.

The bouncer at the VIP lounge barely glanced at me before stepping aside. Maybe he recognized me, or maybe he didn’t care. Either way, I slipped back into the crowded area, the heavy bass of the music pressing against my skin.

The place was still filled up, the music louder now, bodies packed together in a way that made the air thick. I squeezed through the crowd until I reached the bar, pressing my elbows onto the sticky wood.

Before I could get the bartender’s attention, not Luke, but a black haired guy I knew was named Steven, someone slid into the space next to me.

“Back already?”

I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. I knew his voice.

Luke.

Of course.

I sighed, glancing at him, his face that was chiseled by the gods. “Don’t act so excited to see me.”

His lips quirked, but his eyes were the same—steady, seeing too much. He was still in the same black shirt they make him wear for the bar, and he has that little order taking notepad shoved into his shirt pocket like always.

“You left in a hurry,” he said, nodding to the bar as Steveb stopped in front of us. “What are you drinking, my favorite pretty lady?”

I hesitated. “Whiskey, Stevie”

Luke arched a brow, as Steven gave me a grin, getting a glass. I tapped my fingers against the bar, pretending I didn’t feel him watching me.

“Where’s the rest of your crew?” he asked after a moment.

I took the drink as Steven set in front of me, before he turned back. To, you know, do his job like Luke should be. “Dealing with Harry.”

Luke didn’t react much, just tilted his head slightly. “Dealing with?”

I sighed. “He got arrested.”

That got a reaction—his fingers flexing slightly against his glass before he took a slow sip. “Thats not really surprising. For what now?”

“Don’t know.” I shrugged. “Louis and Liam showed up, said they were taking Aven and heading to the hotel. Told me to stay.” I realize Luke probably has no idea who Aven was. I didn't really know who Aven was, just that she was some hot girl, I actually kind of liked.

Luke’s gaze sharpened. “Who told you to stay?”

I frowned. “Niall.”

Luke’s jaw ticked, but he just hummed in response, knocking back the rest of his drink.

I narrowed my eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” He set his glass down.

“Luke.”

He sighed, leaning against the bar, watching me like he was debating saying something.

Before he could, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, frowned, then looked back at me.