Devotion [L. S.]

18

Louis Tomlinson

Trying to act like you know what you're doing isn't always easy. Especially when you're trying to make someone a drink. I know that Harry isn't experienced in any of this and everything I give him will just burn and basically taste the same, but I'm still trying not to screw up too bad.

At every party I went to before there was this bowl of punch or just some bottles of Wodka, I've never been to one where you actually have to make your own drinks. So here I was, picking up random bottles and pouring some of them into a red cup.

I decided to top it off with some ice and a piece of lime, that'll do. The entire time Harry was staring at my hands, and with staring I mean... staring. He has this type of creepy stare that I've only seen him look at me with before. It's pretty weird, but I like it.

I like how he thinks that I haven't got a clue that he's looking at me and has been looking at me for an entire week now. So I just let him look, I let him look how I squirmed into his tiny bedroom before and now I'm letting him look how I'm making this drink if it could even be called that.

I hand it to him with a proud smile, although I wouldn't know what that could be for. He smiles at me and takes the cup.

I pour myself something straight out of the bottle, I don't even know what it is. I'm too lazy to make myself something as well, that I know will taste like shit in the end.

We smash our cups together, a little bit too enthusiastically. Some of Harry's potion flew over the edge into my cup. We both toast to something the other couldn't hear because of the music. Afterwards, I'm glad he didn't hear me because I may or may not have toasted to his butt.

Harry takes a small sip and I watch him while I sip from my drink. Then I see the curly boy crunch his face in disgust, but only for half a second. It's the cutest thing ever, how I can clearly see that he despises what I just made him, but he tries to hide it so bad.

"It's disgusting, right?", I yell over the music while half laughing.

"It so is", Harry yells back, now showing a real look of disgust, mixed with laughter.

I just chuckle into my cup and so does Harry. His little dimple appeared, just near the edge of the cup. Suddenly he looks at me in a certain way that could only be read as: "Shall we go back to the boys? I'm not going to drink another sip of this poison you brewed me", and I just nod. As I see Harry walk back over to the couch, I conclude I was right.

I grab the nearest bottle of some kind of clear liquid, that was probably anything but water, as I follow Harry.

Niall was still talking to 6 girls at once, but the most peculiar was that I saw not the tiniest dash of jealousy on my sister's face. In some ways, we're also really different. She was still sitting on his lap and participating in the clearly very interesting conversation as there was a lot of hand movements going on.

That's when both Harry and I notice Gigi and Zayn on another couch on the opposite side of the living room. Well, you couldn't really tell who was Zayn or who was Gigi. They were, as usual, pretty indulged in each other. Normally I'd go and talk to them for a moment, but I felt like leaving them alone for a second.

And then I see them, Liam and Maya. In the exact same position as Zayn and Gigi. I can't believe it, I don't really know Liam yet, but I know he's crazy about this girl. I'm happy for him, I really am. I feel like he deserves her, seems like a good lad.

Harry is clearly just as shocked as I am because I see him staring at them with his mouth wide open, which then forms into a proud smirk. Well, I guess all people we wanted to come back to were... busy?