They headed out to the patio. Louis mixed them some Margaritas while Harry lit up the grill. Louis passed the drinks around while Harry put shrimps, fresh pineapple, mushrooms, asparagus, and red peppers on the grill. His band members seemed curious about Louis and tried to strike a conversation with him. They asked him a lot of questions and he tried to answer them all.
"Ease up on him, for Christ's sake. You're gonna scare him away." Harry chuckled.
They sat down to eat. Harry's band members were really nice and Louis enjoyed their company. After they had finished eating Harry went to put on some music and Paul McCartney's Ram came out of the speakers. He and Mitch sat down in the grass and Mitch got a bag of magic mushrooms out of his pocket.
"Wanna have some?" Harry asked Louis who came to sit down next to him.
"Psychedelic mushrooms? I'm good. Someone needs to keep an eye on you." Louis smirked.
An hour later they were tripping. Mitch had a guitar and tried to come up with some sort of a melody. Harry was standing up with his arms spread, spinning around. Louis made sure that he didn't fall down in the pool, but otherwise he tried to chill. Harry started to sing from the top of his lungs.
She (she)
She lives in daydreams with me (she)
She's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who she is (she, she)
He takes a boat out
Imagines just sailing away (away, away)
And not telling his mates (not telling his mates)
He wouldn't know what to say (wouldn't know what to say, to say)
Mitch presses record on his phone and played along. Harry came up with more words and Louis just watched the progress in total fascination. Harry stumbled and let out a swear word and blood started to gush from his mouth. He ignored it and tried to sing again but Louis was up on his feet and came running up to him.
"What happened?"
"I bit my tongue. No worries." Harry answered.
"Let me see." Louis demanded and put his hands on the sides of Harry's face to keep him still.
Harry put his tongue out and Louis came closer to take a look.
"Alright, you didn't just bite your tongue, you bit off the tip of your tongue."
"What?" Harry screeched, looking mortified.
"Easy, love. I better take you to a hospital just in case. Come on." Louis said and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to help him walk.
"But I'm high!" Harry protested.
"I'm sure they've seen it all. Don't worry about it. Guys, I'm taking Harry to the hospital." He shouted over his shoulder.
"Of course, yeah, we'll find our way out ourselves, or do you want us to come along?" Sarah asked in concern.
"I think one tripping band member is enough. Call a cab. Don't drive." Louis said.
"Stay!" Harry slurred.
"Another time, mate." Mitch smiled.
Louis found a kitchen towel and made Harry press it against his mouth to collect the blood. He walked him to the garage and helped him inside and made sure to fasten his seatbelt before he jogged around the car and sat in the driver's seat.
"I'm fine, Lou." Harry mumbled.
"I need a doctor to tell me that." Louis said and took off. He drove them to the nearest hospital.
He explained the situation and Harry's celebrity status and they were shown to a room directly to avoid being recognized by fans. He was handed an ice pack and swapped the towel. He flinched when he put it against his tongue.
A doctor came to see them an hour later. He examines the tongue.
"It will hopefully heal by itself but you'll be missing a piece. I'm gonna prescribe you some antibiotics and some painkillers. Eat food that is easy to swallow, avoid hot food. Suck on ice. It will take at least two weeks to heel and I will make an appointment for a check-up."
"That's it? No stitches?" Louis asked.
"It will hopefully heal but he has to look out for infections." The doctor said and wrote out a description.
"Thanks, doctor." Harry said.
"Keep away from drugs young man." The doctor said before he walked out of the room and Harry blushed.
Louis helped him to the car. The effect of the mushrooms was wearing off, and Harry's tongue wasn't bleeding as much as it did at first. He got seated in the car with a sigh.
"I'm so clumsy. Thanks for taking me to the hospital Lou. I don't know what I would do without you. I was planning on kissing you tonight but it has to wait."
"Is that so?" Louis smirked.
"Yeah, I had finally built up the courage. The mushrooms helped." Harry said with an embarrassed giggle.
"Sound like you've been planning it for a while." Louis teased.
"Yeah, well I always chicken out. Ehm, would you have rejected me if I had tried to kiss you?" Harry asked quietly.
Louis gave him a long look.
"No."
Harry's face lit up in a breathtaking smile.
"Really?"
"Really, but I'm not gonna kiss you now with that bloody tongue." Louis chuckled.
Harry just beamed and Louis backed out from the parking lot. Halfway back to the house Harry suddenly shouted.
"Pull over! I have to puke!"
Louis hit the breaks and Harry stumbled out of the car as soon as it stopped and threw up at the side of the road. Louis was debating with himself whether he should get out or just stay in the car but before he could make up his mind Harry was back in his seat looking pale.
"Sorry about that. I swallowed a lot of blood and the mushrooms probably didn't help either."
"Do you feel better now?" Louis asked softly.
"Yeah." Harry sighed.
They got back home just to find the house empty. Harry's band had gone home. Louis went to the kitchen and got some ice in a glass. He followed Harry to his bedroom and handed him the glass.
"I guess I gonna go to the pool house. Are you gonna be okay by yourself?"
"Could...could you stay? The bed is big. I promise that I'll keep my hands to myself. I don't wanna be alone." Harry pleaded.
"Of course." Louis immediately agreed.
Harry gave him a new toothbrush and they got ready for bed. Louis kept his t-shirt on but removed his pants and socks before he climbed into bed, next to Harry.
"Good night." Harry said before he turned off the light and turned his back to Louis.
Louis turned as well and scooched closer and wrapped an arm around Harry, spooning him from behind.
"Good night."
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Driving Mr. Styles
Fanfiction@eerbooks asked me to write a story where one of them is a driver for the other. Louis moved to London and got a job as Harry Styles (famous artist) personal driver. He thought that he would be a rude celebrity but to his surprise, Harry was really...
