Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 26

*After this there is only one more to come. Am a bit sad that this story will be over soon. So please comment lots to lighten my mood.*

It only takes Harry one and a half hours at the pub to be completely drunk.
He isn't able to see straight anymore after the third round of secret shots.
And after one more pint he loses all self control.

"Lou, can we talk?"

He babbles to Louis, who is currently outside smoking his seventh cigarette of their visit - using those breaks as a break from the temptation to interact with Harry.

"What do you want?"
Louis tries his best to keep his voice stern and cold.

"To talk... I ..."
Harry starts but the following words demonstrate to leave his mouth.

"You ... what?"
Louis nearly spits.

"I miss you."

"You can't be serious. You run away from me and now you have the complacency to say that? Just leave me alone, please. Just storm off again, like you always do."
Louis's voice is full of hurt.
He is not one step closer to getting over Harry and gearing those words is clearly not helping.

"Lou..."

"Shut it. This is my night, and you will not ruin it by making it about you. If you can't pretend to be happy for me and how the play went just go home."
is the last Louis says before being the one storming off, returning back inside to their booth, leaving Harry old in the cold.

On his way back it's time for Harry's fifth round of love.
That's the name of the shot he gives himself to tonight. A mix between Wodka, whiskey topped of with just a hint of lemon.

His eye lay on a guy, standing at the bar waiting for his drinks and he makes his way trough the crowd of strangers.

"Hey handsome."

He babbles as the stranger with the dark hair and nearly black eyes turn around.

"You look like someone I know."
Harry mumbles.

"Harry, mate. It's me, Zayn."
Zayn is laughing but he's also extremely worried about how drunk Harry is if he can't recognise him.

"Zaynieee!"
He hugs Zayn thight.

"Okay, H. I think you had enough. Let's get your jacket and than I'll bring your ass home."

"But I haven't fixed it."

"Fixed what?"
Zayn can see tears in Harry's eyes.

"Us..."

Zayn knows he doesn't mean the two of them but rather him and Louis.

"I can't leave. I have to fix it."
Harry starts crying quietly.

Knowing that a drunk Harry is even more stubborn than a sober one Zayn makes a decision.

"Okay. We'll fix it. Come on."

He takes his hand and leads Harry back to their table.

"I think we should take the little one home."

"I'm not the little one. Lou is a small bean."
Harry starts to protest before coughing of laughter about his own joke.

"Harold- shut up!"
Louis is so done with him but can't help himself and be worried about the curly lad.

"I think you're right. Let's get Harry home. Louis, would you?"

"Why is it my job? We're not even friends. He told me he is off no concern for me anymore so..."

Saying that hurt himself so much but it hurt Harry even more.
Maybe he is too late ? Maybe they're to broken to be fixed.

"Because you're the sober one and the one that drove here. Please. Take him back. You don't have to talk to him or anything. Just keep him safe and sound till his room."

Louis rolls his eyes but Niall has a point.

"Alright. But I demand that the next time we go out I don't pay a single penny for a drink. You're all paying for my booze. And I'm not playing driver for at least 2 months."

They all agree without pleasure, knowing that Louis is able to drink so much that they all are going to be broke.

"Come on than, Harry. Let's get you home."

Louis says as he grabs his own and Harry's jacket before putting a hand on Harry's waist to stabilise him.

Louis bites on his lips, the last time his hand laid there they kissed. And now? There is nothing that is more abstruse than that.

Harry as well remembers what happend next the last time they shared this intimate touch and he wants to cry, knowing that it will not end like it this time around.

"You're my home."
Harry says but Louis can't hear him, he is saved by the loud music.

Louis has a hard time getting Harry into and out of his car.

Wrapped in silence, he takes Harry to his room.
As he was about to leave Harry but Harry is to drunk to find the hole with his key to open the door.

"Good lord Jesus."

Louis complains before he opens Harry's door and follows him inside, wanting to make sure that Harry is fine before he goes to bed himself.

Harry struggles to take off his shirt and as much as Louis tries to hate Harry he can't help himself.
He helps Harry out of his shirt and also out of his pants as he sits down on the bed.

Never ever has he thought that the first time he would undress Harry it would be that unsexy. But that didn't stop him from looking at Harry's body and admiring his beauty in his thoughts.

"Lou..."

Harry says as he's nearly asleep.
Louis turns back to face him, door knob already in his hand.

"Stay, please. I can't be alone. Let me have this one night."

For Louis it sounded as if Harry is crying, he can't leave a crying Harry so he takes off his shoes and slips into Harry's bed.

Louis stays awake the whole night, not comfortable enough to close his eyes and also afraid that Harry might need his help.

At one point past 4 am Harry cuddles himself closer to Louis and babbles against his chest

"I missed you. I'm sorry."

Blinking fast Louis tries his best to keep the tears inside his body.