BILLS, BOOZE & BETRAYAL | LARRY AU

CHAPTER 02

BILLS, BOOZE & BETRAYAL | CHAPTER 02

"Ayyyy, that's my favourite song! Louis, we HAVE to dance to this." Niall screams over another one of the overly generic tuned song and I roll my eyes before screaming back to him.

"You've said the same thing for the last 20 songs, Niall. If you want to dance, just go!"

"But you're sitting here mourning your trip with Harry," I shoot him a glare. "You-know-who since the past 2 hours! I cannot dance and have fun without you." He says with a pout and I groan.

"Sentimental little shit." I say and down the contents of my glass before getting out of our booth.

"Yaayyy!" He says, standing up right after and squishes me in a hug, making me smile a little because it's the one thing I've needed all day today.

"Get away from me, you little leprechaun. One song, Nialler. That's it. I'm not embarrassing myself any more than that." I say, internally blaming all the alcohol in my system for agreeing to this. It's definitely getting to my head now.

"Yaayyyy!" He says again and pulls me on the dance floor. To say that I'm terrified at the moment would be a major understatement. If there is one thing money has made me get used to, it's my personal space. Nobody in the past six fucking years has ever tried to stand anywhere near me with less than 2 feet of distance between us - the only exception being Harry greasy-head Styles - and standing on this dance floor is making me more than uncomfortable in my own skin.

Nevertheless, the aforementioned alcohol starts to get the best of me and I slowly let myself go. I forget that my rich step-father is an asshole, I forget that I'm being forced to go on a business trip with a guy I don't like because of a job that I don't like and I definitely forget that I'm a face the paparazzi love to catch in anything remotely scandalous or out-of-norm as I feel myself grinding against a tall, lean figure.

I forget that I shouldn't be grinding my precious ass on just about anybody and that I should at least ask them their name before I plan on doing something with them. I forget that I am already in a friends with benefits situation with Zayn and that we agreed not to sleep with anyone else when we started for our own health safety.

I forget that I don't even know what this person looks like when I turn around with my eyes hooded in an alcohol-induced daze and kiss their lusciously delicious lips.

But, all of those things do come rushing back into my mind when I feel this unknown entity with the best lips I've ever had on mine prodding their tongue into my mouth.

I pull back with an embarrassingly disgusting slurp and open my eyes to be met with a pair of eyes that I only know too well after more than half a decade of seeing them.

"What the fuck?"

"I should be saying that, Louis, not you."

"What are you even doing here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't realise you owned this place."

The alcohol was now rapidly getting out of my head, and replacing it was pure, complete annoyance.

"What the fuck, why did you kiss me?" I shout at Harry over the music and he frowns.

"Excuse me, you were the one who started grinding your ass on my crotch and then kissed me out of nowhere. Without my consent, too."

"Oh, and you were only reminded of that fact after you shoved your tongue down my throat? Ugh, fucking hell, Styles." I shout at his face and start to walk away from the dance floor and to the washroom - I really need to wash all the Harry Styles off of me - but I can practically hear him walking behind me, much to my disappointment.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He growls - literally growls - as he smashes the door closed, locks it and pins me against it.

"What the fuck is yours, get away from me!"

"No, really. What the fuck is it about me that makes you so mad at me all the time?"

"Oh, you really wanna know?"

"YES!"

"I HATE YOU, OKAY? I HATE HOW YOU'RE JUST SO FUCKING PERFECT ALL THE DAMN TIME. SO NICE, SO POLITE, SO CUTE, SO HANDSOME, SO SEXY, SO SMART, SO AMAZING. SUCH A POSTER FUCKING CHILD. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I REALLY THINK YOU ARE? YOU'RE A BIG-ASS, GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING FRAUD. FAKE, ALL OF IT."

"Is that what you really think of me?" He breathes out in a whisper and my heart beats out of my chest. The alcohol is well beyond settled and all I now feel is guilt. Guilt for the look on his face right now. Stoic, emotionless. Hurt.

"Yes!" I still say, not knowing what else I can muster in the moment.

"Well then, Louis, let me tell you what your problem is." He says as he gives me a little shove into the door, making me wince slightly in pain but I somehow keep it in. I'm too proud to show anything on my face right now. His face now impossibly close to mine, my eyes capable of counting every single freckle in his eyes, and very much capable of seeing the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "You think you're the only victim in the world. You think that you have the worst fucking life out of everyone in the world and you think that nobody can be good. Everyone is selfish, everyone is self-centred and there is no kindness in this world. But guess what, Louis? That's just you. You and your lonely little heart. You'd be able to see that there are other people in this world who could be going through problems just like you are and you'd be able to see that all you're doing is being an ass and a jerk to everyone who chooses to care about you. All. The. Time. And then you wonder why you're so lonely. You wonder why you can't find love and you settle for meaningless relationships like the one you have with your driver. But no, all you can do is judge people for trying to make a difference in their lives, for trying to improve. And you know what? That's just plain fucking sad."

I notice the tears falling down his cheeks but before I can say anything or do anything about it, he tugs at the collar of my shirt one more time and pushes me away from the door before leaving. The door slams and I jump a little at the sound, thankful that there is no one in the room to witness it.

My hands grip at the marble of the sink tightly and I grind my teeth in anger as I try to put the words he just said to me out of my mind. The guy's crazy, he's always been crazy. There is no fucking point thinking over what he said.

Get the fuck over it, Louis. Do whatever you can to get over it, it doesn't matter.

So, that's exactly what I do. After splashing my face with ice cold water to calm my anger and thoughts, I head to the bar, order the strongest and tallest drink that I can and down it in less than a minute. Looking around, I see a whole crowd of men sitting in one of the men, all of them in nice suits, all of them seeming to be drunk out of their minds.

I watch as one of them gets up and heads out the bar, and I don't waste another moment. I stand up from my stool, and sit down on the one next to him. He turns to me in a drunken daze and smiles at me in what I assume is an attempt at a flirtatious smirk. I smile at the attempt and run my fingers down his arm. It flexes a little at my touch and I smirk proudly. He'll do just fine.

"What's your name, sexy?" He whispers and I look into his eyes before leaning in.

"Does it matter?" I smile innocently as my hand 'innocently' brushes against his crotch.

Oh, he'll definitely do.

"No, sir." He grins and I match his grin before leaning in all the way and kissing him.

I don't like it, initially. He's too drunk and too sloppy for my taste but as soon as his hand brushes against my ass, I deduce that it doesn't matter.

Whatever it takes.

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A/N. MHMM, THINGS ARE HEATING UP. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT HARRY AND LOUIS SAID TO EACH OTHER? *high-pitched squeal* DRAAMMAAAAAAA.

PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE, I'D REALLY APPRECIATE IT!! <33

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~ Love, T.