Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

6

Five days. Harry haven't heard anything from Louis for five days and he didn't know if he should be worried or pissed. What he knew was that he was hurt. That Louis had been so cold and didn't care about anything when he had kicked him out of the house- again- made Harry open his eyes. He had told himself to maybe give him another chance if he reached out to him but by now he was sure that he wouldn't get a text or call from the blue eyed man, so he didn't have another option to forget about him.

He was sulking and Liam and Niall sensed it, but he refused to tell them what was going on with him. He couldn't just say 'hey, Louis teached me some BDSM stuff and I developed feelings for him and want him to sleep with me, but it seems that he doesn't want to because he doesn't give a fuck about me'. No, he couldn't say that.

Today was friday and Niall and Liam had decided to drag Harry to a party in one of the frat houses.

"I really don't want to go." Harry whined as Liam and Niall dragged him along the sidewalk.

"Too late, mate. We're almost there." Niall cackled.

"We can still turn around." Harry said hopefully and turned his head to the direction they were coming from.

"Nope." Liam grinned.

"Don't you guys want to spend time with Angela and Zayn? I need to study anyway." Harry argued, but he knew he had no chance winning this.

"Don't be a baby, Harold. Loosen up a bit." Niall scoffed. Soon they arrived at the house where music was blasting through the open front door. Empty cups, food and decoration were laying on the front yard and the whole place already smelled of weed and beer. Harry hated those parties.

They went inside and were met with drunk and sweaty Uni students. Harry recognized some people as him and his two best friends made their way through the crowd into the kitchen where they got themselves something to drink. A few other people were there too chatting and laughing.

"What do you want to drink?" Liam asked as he went over to the drinks grabbing a red cup as he filled it with beer.

"Just beer." Niall said.

"I need something stronger to survive this." Harry huffed and Liam just laughed as he poured Niall his beer and Harry some Bourbon with coke.

"Here you go, guys. Cheers." They clicked their red cups and downed the first round quickly.

The liquid burned in Harry's throat and he was close to throwing up, but after a few more gulps he got used to the feeling and it got better. He also got tipsy pretty fast, probably because he didn't eat much today. Him and the boys drank some more cups and the party was on full swing.

Around eleven Liam left to talk to some of his mates from his course and Niall was god knew where, so that left Harry on his own. He looked around contemplating what to do when a guy came up to him.

"Hey, gorgeous." He smiled droopily at Harry.

"Hey you." Harry grinned back. By now he was at the stage of being drunk and his inhibitions were on it's lowest so he didn't have a problem talking to strangers, especially hot ones like the guy in front of him. He had light green eyes and his hair was almost black. Harry didn't know if they were dyed or not, but he didn't really care.

"What is such a pretty boy like you doing here all by himself?" He asked seductively and Harry suppressed a shiver.

"Probably waiting for you." Harry winked. What the hell? What was going on with him? Why was he so flirty? He didn't understand himself, but it didn't feel necessarily bad, so he just shrugged it off.