Migraine | Larry Stylinson AU

SIX. EXIST

That night is one to remember. Harry and Louis dance like drunken idiots and the others take shot after shot under the kitchen lights.

Harry wakes up the next morning with a slight pounding in his head and he’s cuddled with Louis and an empty bottle of whiskey. The last thing he remembers is falling onto his couch, his lips on Louis’ neck and outrageous cheering coming from the other lads. He can’t remember if they were cheering for him or if they were cheering for the fact that Niall had just chugged the last bit of their vodka in one go.

“Mor—“ Harry presses his finger against Louis’ lips, preventing his words from falling out.

He unwraps himself from Louis, watching the boy frown and the bottle fall to the ground.

“Our breath. No. Just no.” Harry walks to his bathroom to take care of himself.

After he’s finished brushing his teeth and freshening up, he grabs his bottle of Advil and a bottle of water. He hands it to Louis and hurries him to take some pills. He doesn’t want to be taking care of hungover people all day. Speaking of, where are the other lads?

“Where are the others?”

Louis shrugs, downing three pills and a gulp of water. “I vaguely remember those three wandering to your guest room.”

Harry nods, leaving the groggy lad in the messy living room. He does find the three boys in their room. Just… Not in a way he would want to see three lads he isn’t too close to.

He quickly retreats back to Louis, having been scarred by his findings.

“What happened? You look mortified.” Louis grabs Harry’s hand and kisses the top of it.

“Niall’s naked on the floor with ‘fuck me’ written on his back,” Harry shakes his head, preparing himself for what comes next in his recalling. “And Liam is literally still inside of Zayn. His penis is inside of Zayn.”

“Those animals didn’t even bother to cover themselves?” Louis laughs. “What complete and utter twats, they are.”

“In their defense, they were completely hammered.”

Louis shrugs. “What I’m seriously wondering is, why is Niall in there with them?”

Harry blanches, not wanting to know the answer.

Maybe he’s a watcher? Maybe it was an awful threesome? Harry shakes his subconscious off. From what he’s seen, Zayn doesn’t like to share when it comes to Liam and Liam is completely obedient to Zayn’s will. Niall probably just passed out. Yeah, that’s it.

“Why did you insist upon drinking the hard liquor, gorgeous?”

Harry covers his face with his massive hands, popping down onto the couch with his boy. “It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”

“Well, next time, do not let the Irish bloke hear you upon making such a statement. He was cheering you on to get more plastered.” Louis grumbles.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Look who’s more sober than you.”

He points to himself and Louis pushes at his chest, laughing. “Shut your mouth, Hazza.”

“Never.” Harry grins, leaning back.

“What time is it?” Louis asks after a long pause.

“Almost twelve. Why? You need to go somewhere?”

Louis chuckles sarcastically. “When am I ever anywhere else but here with you?”

“Good point.” Harry leans into Louis’ side, but flinches upon smelling the lad. “You smell.”