Driving Mr. Styles

5

Saturday, 00.48

Louis yawned and stretched his arms to the side. He was sprawled out on Niall's couch.
"It's getting late. I should get home."

They had watched the football game on tv and when that ended they spent the evening playing FIFA and just hung out. Louis's phone rang and he looked at the display with furrowed eyebrows. He didn't recognize the number. Who called him this late? What if something had happened back home? He answered it.
"Hello?"

"Looouieee!"

"Harry? Are you drunk?" Louis asked.

"Wasted. You have to pick me up!" Harry slurred.

"Uhm, where are you?" Louis questioned.

"Ku bar. I snuck out. I don't have security with me and I'm not supposed to be here. Please come and get me. Someone recognized me." Harry stressed.

He was sounding a little hysterical. And drunk. He was also in a popular gay bar. It didn't seem like it had occurred to him that he could call a cab. Instead, he called him.
"Yeah, I'll be right there. I'll leave now.  Just try to keep a low profile. Okay?"

"Thanks, Louis!" Harry said, sounding relieved.

Niall had followed the conversation intensely and as soon as Louis hung up he was all over him.
"Why is Harry Styles calling you in the middle of the night on your day off? Bootycall?"

"What? Of course not. Seriously Niall. Just drop it." Louis snorted.

"Oh, come on! Not fair! If Lady Gaga called me now you would ask the same thing." Niall protested.

"So you know Gaga? Impressive." Louis smirked.

Niall rolled his eyes at him.
"You get my point."

"Yeah, I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow." Louis answered before he rushed out the door.

He ignored the speed limit and hurried to the club. He managed to find a parking space and got out. He picked up his phone to call Harry.
"Hello."

"Hi, it's Louis. I'm here. Just come outside." Louis said.

He went to stand in front of the entrance. The bouncers gave him a look. Then Harry came reeling outside and Louis hurried over to help him walk.
"Louuuu, you came!" Harry screeched.

"Of course, come on. Let's get you home." Louis said.

Harry threw an arm around his shoulders. The feather boa he was wearing tickled the side of his neck but Louis ignored it. He just wanted to get Harry into the car as fast as possible before anyone saw him. He could just imagine the headlines in tomorrow's papers.

Harry stumbled and he took a better grip of his waist so he wouldn't fall over. Harry giggled. They had reached Louis's car. It wasn't even close to being as fancy as the Range rover he usually drove him in but Harry didn't as much as bat an eye at it. Louis opened the passenger side and helped him inside before he jogged to the driver's side and got in.
"Put your seat belt on." He said.

Harry fumbled with it and Louis smiled and helped him out. He looked at him.
"So you decided to go to a gay club without security and get pissed." He stated.

"It felt like a good idea at the time. A rebellious act." Harry pouted.

"And how much trouble are you in now?" Louis asked softly, feeling sorry for him.

"If it gets back to my management a hell lot of trouble." Harry sighed.

"Well, I won't tell them. Hopefully, no one took a picture of you." Louis answered, equally soft.

He backed out from the parking lot and headed to Harry's house. Harry was squirming in his seat and Louis shot him a quick glance.
"Are you okay there?"

"Loooouuuu, please tell me that you're gay, or at least bi-curious because I have wanted you to fuck me ever since I first laid eyes on you." Harry slurred.

Louis almost drove into a ditch and turned the wheel to stay on the road.
"Fuck! You can't just say shit like that when I'm driving." Louis cursed.

"So? Wanna fuck me? I promise that I'll be good." Harry whined.

"I can't do that, Harry." Louis answered.

"Because you're straight?" Harry questioned.

Louis chuckled lightly.
"I'm gay, honey."

"Really? That's perfect!" Harry shouted excitedly.

"That doesn't mean that we're gonna have sex." Louis said.

"You don't find me attractive?" Harry asked.

Louis glanced at him.
"Please, you're gorgeous. I work for you so it's not appropriate, but most importantly, you're really drunk, Harry. I'm not gonna sleep with you."

"But that's when I'm most obedient. You can do pretty much anything to me and I'll take it with pleasure." Harry smirked.

Louis groaned.
"Are you trying to fucking kill me? Jesus Christ, Harry."

"Oh, you like that, huh? Do you want to go all dominant on me? I'd love that." Harry cooed and put a hand on Louis's thigh.

"Harry." Louis said in a warning tone and Harry retrieved his hand.

"You're no fun. I'm practically throwing myself at you and you just reject me. Now I feel stupid." Harry muttered.

They had arrived at his house and Louis stopped the car. He grabbed Harry's chin and tilted his head in his direction.
"Baby, look at me. Don't feel stupid. I'm very flattered, but I would be a complete dickhead if I took advantage of you in your drunken state and I'm not like that. I'm gonna help you inside and then you're gonna go to sleep. Tomorrow you will wake up and not feel embarrassed about this, okay?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be absolutely mortified." Harry chuckled with pink cheeks. He knew that he would be.

Louis smiled at him.
"Don't be."

He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Harry. He helped him get to the door and made sure that he got inside.
"Bye Harry."

"Bye Louis. Thanks for picking me up and I'm sorry for my sluttiness." Harry answered.

"What sluttiness? Just an offer hard to resist." Louis winked before he closed the door and got back in the car.

He took a deep breath. That just happened.