Night Out

Hiii, I'm super duper sorry about the late update. I was having trouble with my phone, but it's all good now:) also school was a bitch, but it's half term, yay! Also, anyone heard of the band Rixton? Well, I met 3 of them yesterday! (26th October) I'm ecstatic! Anyway, here you are...

Louise's POV

I tugged on my floral dress and pulled up my tights, then flung my side bag over my shoulder. My hair was in curls and trailed down my back. I was going for the natural look so decided against make-up, that meant I was ready for my night out on the town with Ed, Carlos and Pablo.

"You good to..." Ed walked into the room but then stopped in his tracks, smiling to himself.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Uhmm," he shook his head. "You good to go?"

"Yep. You look very hot." I smirked.

"And you look breath takingly beautiful." He smiled.

"Don't I always?" I joked.

"True, true." He nodded and slipped his hand into mine then kissed me gently on the cheek.

We walked through the apartment and towards the door when the sound of Jamal yelling 'wait' stopped us.

"Yeah?" Ed asked.

"Be safe. Love you!" He hugged us both, making me lose my grip on Ed's hand.

"Erm, love you too?" Ed awkwardly replied.

"With enthusiasm at least, Ed." Jamal shook his head.

"Love you, Jamal!" Ed beamed with a grin.

"That's more like it." Jamal smiled to himself. "I can't believe you guys are leaving me here on my own. This was supposed to be the three of us having fun. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah." Ed waved him off. "We're spending Christmas with you, what more do you want?"

"I feel so wanted." Jamal sarcastically answered.

"We'd better go." I pointed out.

"Okay." Jamal simply replied. I had a feeling he no longer liked me. I couldn't blame him though.

"See ya bro." Ed waved.

"Bye bae." He grinned.

"Later, Jamal." I smiled.

"Hmm." Was the reply I received.

We walked out of the apartment and shot down the lift. The taxi drive to the club wasn't long and we got there in 5 minutes. We probably could have walked.

"Oh my Lady Gaga, I see them!" I could hear Carlos screech as we walked out of the taxi.

"Hey Carl-" I was instantly interrupted by Carlos giving me a suffocating hug.

"Chica!" He clapped. Yes, he literally began to clap. "You looking stunning!"

"Thanks." I blushed.

"And you, Ed!" He grinned. "Gorgeous!"

"Excuse me?" Carlos' boyfriend Pablo faked a gasp. "I'm standing right here chico!"

"Obviously not as drop dead gorgeous as you, honey!" Carlos smiled at Pablo.

"I know, babe. I know." Pablo smirked.

"Isn't he hot?" Carlos whispered quite loudly to me.

"The hottest." I nodded. Pablo was tall, tanned and has beautifully quiffed, dark brown hair.

"Excuse me? I'm standing right here, chico!" Ed imitated Pablo.

"Erm..it's chica. With an 'a'." Carlos corrected Ed.

"Yeah, girl, he just called you a boy." Pablo informed me.

"Did he now?" I turned to Ed with a stern expression.

"Oops?" Ed innocently smiled.

"Come on, let's go in." I laughed.

"Let's! I'm ready to par-tay bitches!" Pablo squealed.

Carlos and Pablo seemed perfect for each other. They were both bubbly, happy people who were easy going. However, if my memory serves me well, Carlos wasn't much of a drinker. Well, that meant I could get as drunk as I liked, knowing there was someone responsible looking after me. If you could call Carlos responsible. And intended to get pretty drunk.

We walked in and music was blasting from the speakers as people were dancing. I didn't expect it to be so busy but, then again, it was Christmas Eve.

"May I have this dance?" Ed asked, holding his hand out.

"You certainly may." I grinned and took his hand. He lead me on to the dance floor and Pablo and Carlos did the same with each other.

Ed's arms wrapped themselves securely round my waist and my arms snaked their way round his neck. I tilted my head up a little and my eyes met his.

"We're amazing dancers, aren't we?" He smirked as he accidently stepped in my foot.

"The best." I agreed and accidently stepped on his.

"Luckily I have strong shoes." He grinned.

"Tryna say I'm heavy?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Well now you mention it..." He trailed off with a smirk.

"Oh you did not just say that." I nearly laughed.

"Oh, but I did." He winked. "I have the power to say these things because I have an impeccable figure you see. I'm like a slim model."

"Well...I can't argue with that." I smiled.

"Exactly."

"Love birds!" Pablo yelled to us. "You want a drink?"

"Please!" I smiled. "Apple and Barcadi."

"Just a beer thanks." Ed replied and with a nod Pablo scurried off.

"So?" Carlos walked up to us. "What d'ya think of my bae, Pablo?"

"He seems really nice." Ed told him.

"Agreed." I nodded.

"I know right! Chicos, I think he may be the one." Carlos smiled happily.

"How did you meet?" I wondered.

"He saved my life!" Carlos informed us dramatically.

"What? How? What happened?!" Ed urged Carlos to continue.

"I nearly bought this revolting €300 watch! Luckily, Pablo was in the shop to stop me from making such a stupid decision."

"Saved your life, huh?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I would have died from embarrassment if I wore it!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Right..." I nodded understanding how dramatic Carlos could be. "Then what happened?"

"Well, I noticed how gorgeous he was and asked him if he wanted to go out for a coffee. Now here we are." Carlos smiled.

"Here we are." Ed grinned.

"And isn't he just so hot?!" Carlos beamed.

"Oh! My ears are burning!" Pablo came back to join us, drinks in hand. "All good I hope."

"Of course." Carlos replied.

"Shall we get a table?" Pablo suggested looking at our drinks.

"Hmm that would be wise." Ed nodded.

We made out way to a vacant table and began to drink and talk. The drinks kept flowing in one after another, buy hey, who was I to complain? I was getting free drinks.

Time passed by and I was 100% sure that I was pissed when I saw Tinky Winky and Po from the Teletubbies dancing on the dancedfloor.

"Let's go dance with Tinky!" I suggested.

"Who?" Carlos asked.

"Woah your head is huuuge!" Ed gawped at Pablo.

"Is it?!" Pablo slurred, his hand dropping on his face. "Oh my Lord it's HUMONGOUS!"

"You have a big head!" I burst out laughing.

"God, your hands are massive too!" Ed gasped.

"Well, you know what they say about guys with big hands?" Pablo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What do they say?!" I was ademant to know.

"Yeah, Pabz. What?" Ed asked.

"They have big peni-" Pablo began.

"I think we've all had enough to drink." Carlos cut in.

"They what?" Ed ignored Carlos.

"They have big penises. Wanna see?" Pablo asked with a serious expression.

"Yeah, man! I've always wanted to see another man's p-" Ed stopped talking when he saw the look of concern on my face. "I mean, ew. No...Gross."

"Honestly, I don't mind." Pablo slurred.

"Seriously, chicos!" Carlos cut in.

"Well, I kind of wanna see now..." I said.

"I don't mind either." Ed added with a grin.

"Okay!" Pablo stood up on the table. "Señors and Señoritas, big potato man, and crazy cat lady. Behold! PABLO junior!"

Pablo unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. And...there was Pablo junior.

"Hey Pablo's dick!" I waved.

"So that's what a big one looks like!" Ed realised.

"Pablo!" Carlos laughed in horror.

"What?" Pablo seemed confused.

Two men muscular men in black suits walked to our table as Ed and I erupted into giggles.

"I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave." One of the men said.

"Why?" Pablo was oblivious.

"Sir, please pull up your jeans." The other demanded.

"Oh!" Pablo realised. "He's jealous coz mine's bigger!"

"Leave now!" One man grabbed me and the other grabbed Carlos.

"Hey! Leave them alone you big celery!" Ed protested. Celery? Okay...

Pablo pulled up his jeans and we were all escorted out of the club in a forceful manner.

The cold air nipped at my skin and I began to shiver.

"I cannot believe how jealous that man was!" Pablo gasped.

"I know right! I bet his is like, half the size of yours." Ed replied.

"Probably!" Pablo agreed.

"You're all loco!" Carlos huffed.

"Soz Mr I-only-drink-orange-juice." Ed held his hands up in surrender.

"Let's call a taxi." Carlos got out his phone.

"But the night is so young!" I yelled.

"Chicos, watch me dance!" Pablo began to dance terribly.

His body was flailing about everywhere. He was twirling around like a mad man and leaped on to the road. Carlos had his back turned as he talked in the phone to the taxi company.

"Sing with me!" Pablo began to sing a random Spanish song.

Suddenly, a car came zooming from down the road, his horn beeping loudly.

"Pablo, move!" I yelled but it was already too late.

The car knocked Pablo's body hard and his face collided harshly with the ground beneath him.

"Oh my Lord!" Ed yelled and I suddenly felt completely sober.

We both ran to his side as the car stopped in front. The sound of Carlos' scream echoed through my ears and instantly he was next to me.

He began blabbering words in Spanish which I couldn't understand. I saw Ed's hand move to the side of Pablo's neck; he was checking for a pulse.

I noticed Ed go rigid by my side as he shook his head vigorously.

"What?" My voice was shaking and my heart was pounding.

"He hasn't got a pulse." Ed told us.

"Que?" Carlos spoke in Spanish and then shook his head. "What?"

"Carlos...he's dead."