homeless [l.s.]

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the pair stumbled into harry's house, giggling and grinning at nothing. harry had his arm wrapped around louis' neck, while louis had the cardboard box in his hands. louis hadn't felt like this in a long time.

happy.

"so i take it it went well?" an irish accent flowed from where he was sitting, stretched across the couch with a mug of tea in his hands.

harry nor louis said anything, instead they giggled hopelessly at eachother, harry turning and kissing the top of louis' head.

"are you guys drunk?"

"shh, don't say anything," harry loudly whispered, pressing his finger up to louis' mouth, "he'll never know."

niall sighed, "how many bottles was it?"

"like, three." harry said, loosing his balance and toppling over onto the ground, letting out a yelp.

"uh-"

"harry!" louis laughed, bending over as if to help harry up, but all he did was lay on top of him, the box still loosely in his hand.

"niall? why are you on me?"

"i'm not on you, harry." niall said, sipping his tea.

louis giggled, burying his face into harry's back, he then lift his head up, pressing a finger to his lips, "shhhhhh," he slurred out, "he'll never know."

harry quickly spun around, so he was laying on his back, which made louis topple off of him and land on the hardwood floor with a smack.

"louis?" harry said, turning his head, "when did you get there?"

louis hoisted himself up with his hands, blinking rapidly, "i don't know."

harry let out a stifled giggle, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands, forgetting that noise came from his mouth and not his eyes.

"guys," niall started, standing up and walking to the kitchen to rinse his cup, "be quiet."

"why?" harry said, crawling over to the couch and lifting himself up onto it, before falling back down.

"because zayn is asleep. it's midnight, you drunk bastard. how did you even get home?" niall helped the two of them up onto the couch, sitting in between them.

"i drove." harry grinned.

niall spluttered, imagining harry drunk driving. it was a funny thought, imagining him speeding over curbs with a huge smile on his face, missing his turn a thousand times. he didn't bother to ask any more questions about harry's reckless driving.

"give me a run down of the night." niall said, leaning back and putting his arms around the couch.

"well, we kissed."

"it was funny," louis giggled, "harry kissed me funny-"

"then what happened after that?" niall asked, cutting louis off, who swatted his arm with a childish pout on his lips.

"i don't know, we opened something, drank it, and came home?" harry slurred, his eyes drooping as the alchohol started to die down.

"you sure that's it?"

"i think we ran over a sponge on the way home." louis mumbled, his head dropping onto niall's shoulder.

"that's a funny word," harry said, mirroring louis and dropping his own head onto niall's other shoulder, "sponge, sponge, sponge."

"sponge." louis repeated.

"sponge, sponge, sp.. onge."

"sponge, ssssponge, sponge..."