FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

nineteen

gonna start adding opossum memes to the start of every chapter from now on :)

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Tequila shot after tequila shot after tequila shot.

That's what post-first-concerts celebrations are like for Harry and Florence who were sitting in a booth in a club, Niall chugging beer after beer after beer.

"My tear ducts are swollen. I'm not gonna be able to cry for a good week after tonight." Florence said, leaning back into the leather booth and Niall's arm around her shoulder.

"I was the one fucking singing, I also cried a lot too but guess who was being filmed." Harry threw his hands up.

"Both of us because apparently, I'm a celebrity now."

"I was also being filmed too." Niall piped up.

"I wasn't so you three can all suck my dick." Rose stuck her red-polished fingers up at all of them, the martini glass sitting untouched on the table in front of her from when she bought it an hour ago.

"Niall, can you get me another drink, please?" Harry batted his eyelashes. "Something big and strong, please."

Niall groaned. "Fine. How many?" He stood up and walked away once Harry held up three fingers, wiggling them with a grin.

Harry closed his eyes blissfully at the all too familiar feeling of alcohol running through his veins, the bass of the loud music making his whole body thump.

Niall returned shortly later with a tray of drinks, Harry quickly skulling down one of the ones he got which was indeed a strong drink. He set the glass down on the table and widened his eyes.

"Fuck." He cleared his throat, already feeling the effects of the alcoholic drink go to his head. "Yummy." He said hoarsely.

He sipped on the next drink and spread out on the bench when Rose dismissed herself, deciding to sing along quietly to the club music as well as talk with Florence and Niall who were going through both their camera rolls from that evening at the concert.

When he finished all three drinks a good fifteen minutes later, his speech was slurred and his movements were sloppy, laughing at nearly everything someone said or did as he cuddled up to the stick wall.

He closed his eyes for a few minutes but they were soon jolted open once Florence gasped extremely fucking loudly.

"Who touched you?" He said loudly, looking between the two of them who were looking over at the bar.

"Harry, don't fucking look at the bar," Niall said in a strict tone, staring him dead in the eyes.

"Why?" He sat up slightly, trying to see what they were so shocked about.

"Harry, I said don't fucking look." Niall reached over the table and pushed him back into the booth.

"But I want to know." He stood up and immediately regretted it once he looked at the bar.

Niall sighed defeatedly once he saw Harry's face fall drastically quick.

"I'm so sorry," Florence said quietly, her head in her hands.

Harry continued to look at Louis who was sitting next to a young boy with curly brown hair and full lips, their bodies mere inches apart, except for Louis' tattooed hand which ran up and down the boy's thigh.

Harry longed to feel that again.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Harry." Florence's voice broke as she covered her eyes with her hands.