Make Me Beg ➸ Larry Stylinson

eleven

Harry's POV:

"Mum, can I please drink a soda?" I tug on her dress, looking up at her with big eyes. 

She looks at her watch. "It's late, almost midnight but tonight's a special occasion, so go ahead hun. They're in the fridge, but don't take long the ball is dropping soon!"

I hug her as thanks; she never lets me drink soda since I'm only a 7-year-old in primary school and apparently they have caffeine. But New Year's Eve and my birthday are normally her two exceptions.

I shuffle through the crowd of friends and family that my parents have invited over for the night. I didn't invite any of my school friends because they weren't allowed to stay up this late (strict parents, I guess), and I knew a few of my parents' friends but mostly just my family.

My dad's in the kitchen and I run up to him. "Dad, Mum said I could have a soda! Can you get me one from the fridge? She puts them on the top shelf and I can't reach,"

He smiles and messes with my hair before opening the fridge. A frown is apparent on his face and he shuts the fridge. "There's none left down here, why don't grab one from the basement?"

"The basement?" You never know what kind of monsters are in the basement, it's dark and a scary unknown but at the same time, I really, really want a soda.

"Yeah, you'll be alright I promise there are no creatures downstairs, okay?" 

"Thanks, Dad!"

"Be quick, the ball is dropping in..." He looks over to the tv in the living room, where the program is airing, "Three minutes! Then it'll be 2002, isn't that exciting?"

"Yeah, I'm so excited! I made a resolution to hug my best friends every day in school," I beam fondly at the thought of them.

"That's adorable," He gushes giving me a little hug, "Okay, hurry up. I'm going to go join your mum and friends in the living room."

I thank him and make my way to the basement, speed walking to save time. My choices are Tango, Vitmo, or club soda. I grab a can of Tango, craving the taste of the sweet and bubbly orange flavor. 

Footsteps are echoing in the basement and I can see someone walking down the basement stairs just as I've turned back to head upstairs. The basement lighting is dim (all the more reason to be scared of monsters). 

I squint to see who it is, and I make out my Uncle Rob greeting me with an overly-happy smile. It makes my stomach feel uneasy. 

"Hello, Harry."

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Louis' POV:

"Guys, don't you dare make us late," It's Saturday and I told Harry I'd meet him and Niall at 10. I glance at the clock.

9:45 a.m.

"Let's go!"

"Why are you so excited anyway? And don't worry, I'm almost ready." Zayn shouts from their room.

Liam walks out of their room, ready to go. Zayn, however, doesn't follow and I'm willing to bet money that he's trying to style his hair into perfection.

"Yeah, why do you care so much? You're late to things all the time,"

"Maybe I'm just excited to see him and don't want to make myself look like someone whos always tardy all the time. It's not my fault we're gonna be late,"

Liam's slight hobble and look of discomfort are enough to tell me all I need to know.

I roll my eyes. "Ugh, Li, did you guys really have sex this morning while I drove to refill the tank on your truck?"