I wrote this instead of Quiet lmao don't kill me platonicstylinson

I HAVE TO WRITE THIS ONE BEFORE VALENTINES PART 2 IM SORRY BUT ITS HALLOWEEN AND I JUST GOTTA

I should honestly just out this all in one book? Should I? Call it 'The Adventures of Louis and Brendon'

[Louis and Brendon meet at a Halloween party

You can guess what happens]

"You're fucking ridiculous! You told me we were going to a party!"

"This is a party!"

"No, it's a frat house."

"Which is holding a party."

"No, it's holding a fucking orgy."

"As if I've never heard you complain about an orgy before."Dallon rolls his eyes, wincing whenever Louis is kicking him in the shin, causing the vampire to grab at his leg, cursing in Latin about the human who stands in front of him, face of thunder.

"Take it back."Louis growls, glaring at the vampire with his infamous pout and fiery blue eyes.

"I can't take back the truth. You've had more Sausages in you than hot dog buns."

"Fuck you."

"That's one train I'm not going to hop on, babe."He smirks, recovering from the blow to the shin.

"You're a dick."

"I have a good one."

"Sure."Louis rolls his eyes, turning to storm back down the street and drive away in Dallons car. The vampire is grabbing Louis by the arm, dragging him back to where he's standing."Unhand me and allow me to go home."

"You're not going home, stop being melodramatic."Dallon chuckles, turning Louis so that they were facing one another."I need to meet someone inside, I swear I'll be an hour, and then we can go to Benedicts and get fucked out of our minds. Just behave and mingle."

"If I spot one frat boy staring at my arse this evening, I'm not only going to be killing him but I'll be killing you as well, Dallon."Louis threatens, making their way towards the frat house that is raving with pumping music and way too many young adults. Dallon rolls his eyes, grabbing Louis' hand and pulling his best friend further down the street as the young human whines and sulks about being dragged in this direction.

It wasn't as if Louis didn't like Halloween, he loves it and he might as well say that he lives a life of Halloween every day since befriending his vampire best friend, Dallon. It was just every time that he was dragged along to one of these parties he ends up being groped and grinded on by frat boys that say that they're straight but don't mind making exceptions for pretty boys like Louis.

Now, mind you, it's not as if Louis is a saint or anything. He just has standards.

"You say this every year, and every year you end up in bed with someone so stop complaining and just get yourself some dick."Dallon shakes his head with a smirk, towering over his Human best friend at 6'4 and with shiny blue eyes, pale complexion. It was hard for Louis to come to terms with his best friend being a vampire, Dallon was newly turned just a year ago and still coming to terms with it himself.

"You're an asshole."

"I know I am."He grins, stopping to kiss his friend on the forehead, being sure to be careful with the Halloween makeup on his face. Dallon hadn't bothered to dress up, the vampire nature he has now gained was enough of a costume, while Louis was Tate Langdon from American Horror Story.

"I swear to fuck, if we aren't out of this shit hole in an hour and you're dick deep in some dead vampires ass, I'll-"

"You'll stab me in the heart with a wooden stake and bake me in a pie. I know, I know."Dallon cuts him off with an eye roll, the smirk evident on his face as Louis huffs out a breath and grumbles."It'll be over before you know it."

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Louis is going to kill Dallon, the fucking lying son of a bitch vampire.

They've been here for 3 hours now, and Louis can't even find the vampire now and as much as he knows that Dallon is safe and can look after himself, he doesn't want to just leave his beat friend because you never know what could happen to him or even himself. As well as that, Dallon can sense that Louis is still around, if he disappears, the vampire will go apeshit crazy, and Louis would rather not have that happen.

Louis is perched on the kitchen counter, legs crossed on the counter and a red plastic cup in his hands as he watches random on lookers pass threw the kitchen outside for a smoke or to gather more alcohol from the endless supply. He's bored, the music is lame and he knows nobody. There isn't even anyone that he remotely knows from drug deals or a memorable face from the times he's been on campus with Dallon.

"You look so good, you're making my crotch rise from the dead."An overly cocky frat boy is slurring, smirk plastered on his face and stumbling back and forth on his own two feet. It's not the first pick up line that Louis has heard this evening but he can appreciate the ones that people are coming off with.

"Good one, but I'm not interested, man."Louis respectfully rejects, a kind smile on his face as he takes a sip of his drink, a familiar mixture of vodka and coke that he served himself.

"What do you mean you're not interested?"They fume, the flirty persona falling away at the rejection. He's a burly young man, with dark eyes and dark hair to match, clearly not use to being rejected.

"Want me to spell it out for you, mate? I don't want your tictac in my ass."Louis flinches whenever a large hand is settling on his upper thigh, causing him to let out an alerted sound."Whoa, what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting a hold of that delicious flesh."

"Get the fuck off me."Louis' voice comes out less aggressive and more fearful, too many memories flashing through his mind at the way that man is grabbing at him. It's all too familiar but at the same time not. His drink is abandoned on the counter.

"Don't say that, sweetheart. You know you want me."

"He said; he's not interested."A new voice booms through the far too quiet kitchen, making Louis look urgently at where the new voice is coming from, eyes wide and frightened.

"You don't know what he said, mate."The burly man sneers. Louis' eyes catch a blur of a body before the feeling of the mans hand is no longer on his thigh and he can see the comical widened eyes of the man who was assaulting him.

The stranger has the Frat Boys arm tugged up his back, with so much strength that it's surprising seeing the size difference between the two. He holds strength that threatens to break the mans arm in two, a disgusted and angered look on his face as he sneers in the mans ear.

"I know exactly what he said. And he told you he wasn't interested. Now I'm going to tell you to back the fuck off before you lose your arm, mate."He near enough growls, dragging the mans arm further up his back and causing a pained groan before he's nodding his head obediently and clearing off as soon as his arm is let go of.

Louis is left alone with the new man, allowing his eyes to linger on what his 'saviour' looks like and he's not disappointed. They stand only a few inches taller than what Louis would be at full height, but makes up for it in shoulders and chest width. Louis spots the familiar pale skin and the shine in those beautiful brown eyes.

He's handsome, with Those shiny brown eyes and the lopsided smirk on his lips. Dressed in tight black jeans and a black button up, a couple of the buttons undone to expose his toned chest. He's handsome, and he obviously knows that he is.

"I didn't need to be saved, I had the situation under control."Louis stubbornly lies, unable but to catch himself blushing madly whenever the man chuckles a deep laugh and shakes his head."I may be a damsel, but I was not in distress."

"Uh-huh, sure looked like you did."He smirks, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, showing off a pair of sharp fangs.

"Ah,"Louis acknowledges."You're a vampire, that explains a lot. The super hearing, the strength."

"You know of vampires?"The vampire asks, taken back. He had the pretty boys distressed attempts from outside, rushing to aid him. Brendon wouldn't boast and call himself a knight in shining armour or anything but he's sure grateful that he heard the pleas because this boy is more than just pretty, he's beautiful.

"Of course I do, I don't live on the moon."Louis rolls his eyes, kicking his legs as he lets them dangle from his place on the counter."My best friend is a vampire, whenever the fuck he is."

"Dallon?"He asks with a raised eyebrow, naming off the only other vampire in the area.

"Yeah him. The asshole brought me to this shithole for some drug deal or something, haven't seen him in 3 -"

"You're very beautiful, you know that?"Brendon blurts, catching Louis off guard with the compliment. He's been receiving pick up lines all night and not once has he been complimented, causing a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach and chest.

"T-thanks."He blushes, ducking his head from the vampires gaze.

"Oh! I'm Brendon, Brendon Urie."Brendon introduces himself, his hand outstretched for Louis to take. Louis allows himself to bring his hand to slip into Brendons with a handshake, his face roaring red under the make up. His hand is so warm compared to Brendons icy cold skin.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson."Louis smiles genuinely for the first time that evening, one that reaches his eyes and causes the corners of his eyes to crinkle in a beautiful way. He allows his eyes to look up at Brendons, meeting soft brown eyes.

Yeah, Louis is going to fall hard.

I think this turned out really shit but I wanted to write how Louis and Brendon first met (;

Should I move all these London one shots to a separate book?

Please tell me what you thought!

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