Hate That I Love You

Chapter 24

Too much alcohol. Way too much alcohol.

The main problem was that, in the end, those absurd amounts of cocktails and shots hadn't been enough to make Harry or Louis drunk.

Not like their friends.

Next time, they weren't going to invite them. Harry bit his lip at that thought: there would be no next time.

"Liam, I love you, you know that, right?" wailed Zayn, sprawled on a leather sofa inside the nightclub, next to the brown haired boy who, perhaps more drunk than him, had cheeks on fire.

"Then why aren't we together yet?" Liam asked, complaining.

"Because I'm afraid of ruining everything" Zayn whined. "You're so perfect."

"No, you are perfect!" exclaimed the other.

Harry approached Louis's ear, who, standing in front of them, was making sure they were okay. "Remind me why we invited them."

Louis shook his head. "If I remembered I would tell you," he said. "But I think it hit the point that you wanted the younger version of Taylor Lautner to attend your bachelorette party too."

"Louis, Christ! It's bachelor!" Harry exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" raised an eyebrow. "We both know you'll be the housewife."

"You get more and more irritating," he muttered, crossing his arms. "By the way, where has Niall gone? I'm sure he had drank more than all of us put together."

"Niall is a free spirit," he replied. "He'll be out and about doing some drinking contests. But actually, we should go get him."

"You look for him around here," he smiled. "I'm going to look for him on the street."

"Are you leaving me with these two big kids?" his eyes widened.

"I'm not leaving you," he shook his head. "But in short, is it or is it not my farewell to the bacheloret-bachelor?" he corrected himself quickly, making Louis giggle. "I need to have fun! In case, you know where to find me," he shrugged, winking.

"Jerk," he grumbled.

Harry winked at him, then, without taking his eyes off him, began to slowly back away, slowly joining the throng of people who were unleashing on the dance floor. The music boomed loudly inside the club and people danced completely attached to each other, rubbing and undressing each other, touching too blatantly, kissing obscenely, completely drunk and possibly high.

In reality, perhaps, of the smell of freedom that was smelled there.

Harry smiled temptingly at Louis then, he began to move, slowly, running all his hands over his body and sensually shaking his hips. Maybe it wasn't too coordinated, but Louis found it absolutely breathtaking.

He continued to watch him, while Harry threw his head back and let himself go completely to the music, to his movements, trying to get all his thoughts out of his head that were rumbling and trying to blow his brain.

Louis was completely absorbed in his movements, in every one of his smiles. Observing with dark eyes how his own hands slowly brushed his curves, longing to replace them with his own.

He watched him with his mouth half open, until a man, probably a handful of years older than them, about as tall as Harry came up behind him and placed his hands on his hips accompanying the movements of his pelvis. Harry didn't move away, let him do it, bringing him back to look at Louis and challenge him with his eyes.

He didn't even move when slowly, that man's hands became more and more intrusive, starting to move up and down his entire body.

Harry looked at him, eager to find out his reaction, which actually was not long in coming. Louis, ignoring Liam and Zayn who continued to whimper and make out with each other (poof, incompetent), decided to step forward through the crowd and head straight for Harry who still hadn't taken his eyes off him.