(Larry Stylinson)
"Settle down, you two," Damien warns, sighing heavily afterwards. "Should I just take him to bed, then?"
"Please," Louis mutters, his eyes fluttering closed. Damien nods and stands from the couch, wrapping his hands around Louis' biceps to pull him up.
"No - Harry," Louis whimpers, lightly shoving Damien away from him.
"You.. You want Harry to take you to bed?" Damien asks, keeping his hands on Louis' shoulders to steady him.
Louis eyes open, but they're narrowed because of his hazy state of mind. I feel like my heart is knocking on my rib cage as his eyes sweep the small group until they're locked with mine, his lips slowly curling up into a lazy smirk. "Over and over again."
My breath hitches in my throat and a shiver runs down my spine. Zayn and Cam groan, Gemma chokes, and Damien rolls his eyes as he passes Louis over to me. I wrap my arms around his waist, and he throws his around my neck, pressing his body into mine. I try my best to ignore the way his crotch rubs against mine, causing me to swallow harshly and look up at the ceiling
"Oh god, put his drunk ass to sleep, please," Damien laughs, waving us off.
"Harry is staying th-the night, Dame," Louis attempts to wink at Damien, but he just ends up blinking both eyelids at the same time.
