Drinking in a club... nothing else... (Larry Stylinson)

It's not over yet.

Harry's POV

I stood in the stall dumbfouned for about 5 minutes before I got my thoughts together.

I pulled my shirt over my head and half walked half ran out of the bathroom.

I looked around the club like a determined mad man. I felt quite deflated when I didn't spot Louis.

I saw Liam and asked him where Lou was impatiently.

'Awh mate you just missed him! He got a taxi like 2 mins ago or something but I'm heading now Paul is on his way and e is giving me a lift back you wanna head home wtih me.' Liam replied.

'Ya sounds good. Kinda bored of this club, not much going on now.' I said. 'Are the other lads coming as well?' I asked.

'Nah, mate they pulled' he winked back at me.

I chuckled and fought the urge to say I had as well, 'cause let's face it that would have been a bit awkward to explain.

The ride was uneventful and Liam wished me good night and I pulled out my keys and headed inside to the flat I shared with Louis.

I gazed around the flat and saw no Louis. I headed towards his room and saw him plonked in bed naked, and the covers just barely draped across his lower body.

I hovered over him and stradlied him and he groaned in his sleep, and bucked forward.

I bent down, but his ear and tugged it.

Louis woke and looked up at me and smiled slowly.

'So i guess that means we're not finished huh?' he growled.

'I guess not' and with that I kissed him and we moved in perfect rhythm.