(Larry Stylinson)
"Yeah, let's go," I chuckle, keeping my hands on him as I slide off the rock. Once I'm on the ground and in front of him, he slaps my hands off his shoulders and then places his hands on my shoulders, using me as guidance as he stands up on top of the rock.
"Lou, what are y-" I begin to ask, but I find my answer as he literally leaps off the rock and latches onto my body, a wide grin spread across his face. As his body collides with mine, make an 'oof' sound and quickly wrap my arms around him, keeping him steady.
He's giggling uncontrollably as he tightens his legs around my waist and wraps his arms around my neck. "Lou," sigh heavily, "You're a grown man. I can't carry you all the way back to the car."
"Yes you can," He immediately replies, beaming at me. His eyes are still half closed, only proving how much he drank tonight.
When I don't reply right away, he pouts again. His bottom lip sticks out and his blue eyes get even bigger. Usually the puppy-dog look doesn't effect me, but this is Louis we're talking about. I mean, how could you say no to him when he's like this?
"Fine," I groan, and he releases a loud squeal. Yep, that was right in my ear. F.uck. "You better give me a blow job tomorrow," I mutter under my breath as I pick up the liquor bottles, managing to balance Louis on my leg the entire time.
