loucifer ✔

thirty four

Louis finally came home around one in the morning, silently trying to make his way in the large house, giggling at himself.

"Louis!" Zayn whispered, Louis closed the door and looked around, Zayn pulled the lamp string as it lit up.

"What?" Louis whispered back.

"Do not go upstairs." Said Zayn.

"Why?"

"Harry's like livid, there's a chance you might get hit, so to save your beautiful face, stay down here." Zayn explained

"Why is he so upset?" Louis pouted.

"You went out with Niall."

"We didn't do anything though." Louis said, taking off his shoes and dropping them. Zayn clicked his tongue and looked around.

"Well, he saw pictures of you and Niall all cuddled up. You can try to talk with him now if you want, but he's been drinking so who knows." Zayn suggested, Louis nodded at him and walked upstairs quietly, just in case his boyfriend was asleep. Louis got a feeling deep in his stomach that made him nervous.

He opened the room door to see Harry with a glass wine bottle in his hand, Louis automatically knew what kind it was, Harry always seemed to rely on red wine while he was upset, the room was dimmed down to a dark fan light and Louis could barely see the look on Harry's face, or maybe it was the fact that his head was down and the curls draped over his forehead and shoulders.

"Haz?" Louis whispered, stepping in one foot at a time. Harry looked through his curls to see Louis nervously step in, he brushed his hair back slowly and bit on his pale chapped lip.

"Had fun?" he asked, twirling the bottle that was placed between his thumb and index finger. Louis sighed and took off his jacket, throwing it on the coat rack by the door, it always bothered Louis why Harry had a coat rack in his room but now was not the time to be worried about a goddamn coat rack.

"It was rather interesting.." Louis answered, ruffling his hair.

"hm.." Harry hummed, screwing the top back on to the bottle, "Did he touch you?" Harry asked with raised eyebrows.

"No." Louis simply replied, taking off his socks and walking over to his drawer, he could hear a creak in the bed and a hollow clank on the dresser, after that there were no more sounds, Harry probably was about to walk out.

Instead Harry grabbed Louis' arm roughly as he gasped at the sudden touch, turning him around to face him. Harry stared at Louis a little and pushed him against the wall.

"I'm going to ask you again. Did he fucking touch you?" Harry asked through clenched teeth, traveling his hand up to Louis' neck, pressing into one spot with his thumb hardly, making Louis cough a little.

"No, Harry!" Louis choked, tears prickling his now grey eyes.

Harry growled, "I bet he was running his filthy hand up your fucking thigh, squeezing on it..right where I do, making your cock twitch..and you moaned at him in the fucking restaurant." Harry snickered, shaking his head with a small bitter smile.

Louis looked at the wine bottle that was almost empty then back at Harry who's eyes were glossy and red, his lips were pale and his hair seemed untamable.

"You're drunk." Louis whispered as he shook his head.

"What else was I supposed to do while you were out with your ex? I wasn't gonna go fuck Zayn." He scoffed, leaning into Louis, "That was a one time thing and he is one hundred percent straight." Harry chuckled.

"Harry let me go, you're hurting my neck." Louis said shakily, moving an inch up off the wall placing his hand on Harry's wrist. Harry pushed him back and pressed his crotch to Louis'