Shoot For My Heart (Larry)

Chapter Seven

Harry made his way to the address Louis had just sent to him over text. He was nervous, a bunch of athletic teens throwing a rave was never Harry's idea of fun. Harry knew exactly what this party would be and hated every part of it. Aside from the obvious of course, Louis would be there.

Harry stood in front of the huge house. It was a glowing purple as the LED lights from inside the house bleed into the streets. Red plastic cups were in the hands of the couple dozen teens hanging on the front lawn. Harry couldn't help but smile at how stereotypical the whole scene was. The music was loud and the place was packed. All Harry wanted to do was find Louis but that looked to be a very difficult task considering the state of the house.

He wandered through the open plan living area to find the life of the party straight through the sliding doors by the pool. Harry was tall but he couldn't see much of the outdoors as his view was being obstructed by what he assumed to be most of the football team playing beer pong right in his eye shot. He pushed his way past a few girls awkwardly, apologizing a couple dozen times. He leapt onto the concrete pool side to his freedom and took a breath enjoying the feeling of his personal space being restored.

Louis sat on one of Liam's many sofas in a busy party area but not so bad where he couldn't have a conversation. He'd already had three drinks and had no idea if Harry was even going to show up at all. Niall was sat next to Louis on the couch but the two were silently zoned out of the party.

"Hey man, I'm gonna go and find Matty, he told me he had tabs."
"You wanna come?"

Niall slowly lifted himself off the sofa as he proposed the question to Louis.
Louis shook his head and placed his cheek in the palm of his hand, resting his elbow on the arm of the leather couch.

"Okay then dude, I'll see you later."

Niall turned away, tugging his pants up ever so slightly as he walked off towards the kitchen.

Louis was alone now and began to stare out the window hoping to find some entertainment within the chaos of the pool. Louis watched as a countless number of girls in skimpy bikinis were tossed into the water by the alpha males Louis was so closely associated with. He watched for a few minutes until something, well someone, broke his trance.

Harry was wandering around the pool like a headless chicken, he was in a navy blue beanie along with a big green coat. He definitely didn't seem like he was about to go for a dip. Louis suddenly perked up spotting Harry. He jumped to his feet and raced through the crowds into the backyard.

Harry felt a small tap on the shoulder, which made him jump. He spun around greeted by Louis starring back at him. He had the cutest smile and Harry wished he could grab his soft and pull him into a passionate kiss right then and there. Louis didn't bother with small talk and grabbed Harry's hand only seconds after greeting him, dragging him along behind him as he walked.

"Follow me!"

He yelled over the noise. Harry aimlessly followed Louis through the dark stopping at the base of a tree, 3 minutes away from their previous location. Louis sat and Harry followed.

"I couldn't hear a thing over there, it's nice to be away from it."
Louis said.

"Yeah this is perfect"
Harry replied.

Louis looked devilishly handsome, with his messed up hair and tight jeans. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes wonder. He knew this was his chance to turn the flirt on but he was absolutely terrified.

Louis turned to Harry, half lying on the ground propped up by his elbow. He starred at his pretty face just long enough to make Harry slightly uncomfortable. Then he adjusted his sitting position, placing his hand on top of Harry's obnoxiously.

Harry was taken aback. Their skin was touching, it felt like magic. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Louis' index finger, showing his approval. Neither of the boys said a word about it. In fact they sat there in the same position till the early hours of the morning discussing everything from family to life ambitions without a single ounce of boredom. Neither Harry nor Louis wished to be anywhere else at that moment. They were both simply infatuated by one another.