Go with it - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter five

A/N: First of all I'd like to apologise for the UNHOLY AMOUNT OF TIME I LEFT THIS and second of all I'd like to personally file a complaint to the Wattpad team: this new writing layout is horrible - although it does have spellcheck which has made my life a whole lot less painful.

So I have so many ideas for this fanfic and I'm happy to say things are finally about to get interesting (and the storyline is actually going to begin lol)

But yeah, enough of me. Here's chapter five!

Enjoy!

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Harry's POV:

Twelve stupid texts, three Louis tantrums and 2 hours later it was safe to say I hated Niall. But nonetheless, I was up and ready to go have a night out at the Moments nightclub (otherwise known as the place me and Louis get dragged to almost twice a week).

"Hazzzz," Louis whined, starting on his third tantrum of the night, "I don't wanna goooo." He literally started fisting at my sleeves. This boy reminds me of a child sometimes - most of the time.

I sighed,  removing his hands from the sleeves of my blue silk shirt I had on to refrain from creating any creases. "I know, Lou. I don't want to go either. But let's just do it for Niall, yeah? Always puts a smile on his face," I attempted to convince him.

He pouted his famous Louis pout and let his head fall low, nodding and making me smile with triumph.

"You ready to go and get this over with, then?" I asked after finishing up the last button on my shirt.

"Fine," Louis said in a small yet slightly annoyed voice. I patted him on the back and ushered him out the door, not before picking up my keys and wallet off the little table by the door and we were off.

"If you're making me come to this stupid nightclub then you're driving tonight. Gonna need a whole lot of alcohol to save me on this one," He argued and sat in the passenger seat, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

I shook my head and didn't say anything more as I got in the drivers seat and started the car.

A few minutes later and we arrived to a place that looked unfortunately familiar; the sound of music pumping so loud you could probably hear it from the moon. I turned to Louis and gave him a reassuring smile, "Remember. For Niall."

He tentatively smiled back and nodded, seemingly warming up since his little strop at home and we stepped out of the car and headed up the steps to the nightclub. There was empty beer bottles and - oh wait, nope that one's got some sort of yellow liquid which I'm pretty sure isn't alcohol. The place looked a mess from the outside and, truth be told, it was a mess on the inside. A mess of the stingy smell of sweat and alcohol; hot and sweaty horny bodies grinding against another that's matching; the strong smell of drugs coming from every corner of the room, and a mess of god awful music screeching out of the speakers that by the end of the night you had a headache not from the alcohol, but from the painful music.

When we entered, we were met with just that.

"Christ," Louis scrunched up his nose in disgust. "The smell's getting worse and worse, I swear."

I nodded, not really wanting to open my mouth to speak or else I'd inhale the disgusting stench.

We walked in a straight line, not really knowing where to go as every time Niall's always off in paradise with some chick that we never really get to see him. Funny that.

Just then, a strong hand gripped my shoulder and had me turning around in shock and ready to punch - you never knew what to expect in these kind of places, everyone high off their asses that a paedophile could be making you his next victim; you couldn't trust anyone.