Rivals with Benefits

Chapter 8 - happy drunk, flirty drunk, horny drunk

Louis' POV
I'm drunk. After my little talk with Zayn I went back inside and proposed we all take shots. I know it's a bad way to cope but I was already half way there anyways.

I start to hum along to a familiar song as we all exit the pub. We all decided to walk to Stan's house because it's nearby and we're too drunk to drive. I continue to hum the song until I finally remember the lyrics.

"Go on now, go. Walk out the door. Just turn around now, cause you're not welcome anymore," I sing quietly to myself.

"Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?" I hear someone else sing and I recognize it as Harry's angelic voice.

I know I shouldn't but I can't help but smile at him when he looks back and meets my eyes, "You think I'd crumble?"

"You'd think I'd lay down and die?" he sings returning the smile.

I then run up to the front and swing my arm around his shoulders while he places his hand on my waist, "Oh no, not I! I will survive! Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive!" we both shout at the top of our lungs while the other boys laugh and try to join in, "I've got all my life to live! And I've got all my love to give! And I'll survive! I will survive!" we sing and break into a fit of laughter.

I throw my head back and laugh while Harry keeps me stable. We end up losing the lyrics but my mates continue to hum the tune really loud. I dance and sway Harry and I along to the song.

"You're a happy drunk," Harry chuckles.

I smile and look up to him, "Yeah?" he grins popping out his dimples and nods, "Better than sober Louis," I sigh, "Sober Louis is no fun," I pout.

Harry looks at me curiously, "I like sober Louis," he states in my defense.

My eyes widen at that, "Why? He was such an arsehole to you!" I exclaim incredulously.

I feel myself slipping from Harry's grip but he pulls me in and holds me close, "Don't say that," he says sternly but he sounds almost uncertain.

Why is he defending me from myself? Oh god I'm too drunk to think about what any of this means. But apparently not too drunk to feel Harry's touch burning my skin.

"Sober Louis is so uptight and worries over nothing," I roll my eyes.

"Why's that?" Harry presses on probably trying to understand why my attitude towards him changed so much.

"It's just," I start to say because I can't control my mouth and mind while I'm drunk, "Wait! Oh no!" I shout out of nowhere.

"What's wrong?" Harry furrows his eyebrows with concern written all over his face.

"I'm sober Louis!" I yell as if I didn't know that.

Harry chuckles and lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes that's it, "You almost gave me a heart attack Lou," he smiles.

I laugh, "Sorry about that," I smile back, "And I'm sorry for being a dick."

"No, it's okay. I think I know why you were being a, um, dick," he winks at me which makes me giggle.

I hide my face in his chest and let him guide us while we're walking. This feels so right. I can't even be bothered with the stares I'm most definitely getting from my mates. Drunk Louis doesn't give a fuck, but I know in the morning sober Louis' gonna wanna do damage control.

I huff out a breathe because of how complicated things are, before I look up at Harry. He gives me a soft smile which makes my heart melt and then turns back to look where we're going so we don't run into anything. It's like with him all my worries wash away. But then, that becomes the problem.