Mystery Buyer (L.S)

Nine

Harry smirked slightly at Louis' reply. How could this interesting human not be anyone's favourite? Harry was mesmerised by him. He thought about his fluffy hair and how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He wanted to make him smile always and wanted to run his hands through his hair.

*Well you are for sure my favourite. Vodka is always helpful when it comes to having a good time. Have a good night and stay safe! X*

Harry wondered what Louis was like when drunk. Was he happy and bubbly, or was he full of emotions? Did he show off, or hide himself away? He hoped that one day he found out.

He kept his phone nearby, waiting and hoping for a reply from Louis, while he watched some trash TV.

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Harry had fallen asleep on his sofa while lazing around and was woken up by his phone chiming three or four times. He pushed himself up to sit up and rubbed the blurriness from his eyes while he check his phone.

*You are my favourite too*
*Definitely*
*Vodka is good!*
*X X*

The texts from Louis made Harry chuckle slightly. Drunk Louis was definitely braver than sober Louis. There were alot of typing mistakes but he managed to make out what they said.

*You seem to be having a good time. Don't have too much of a good time though, vodka is an all of nothing kind of drink! 😅 X X* he replied, making sure to add the two kisses that Louis had initiated.
As soon as he pressed send his phone started to ring. He hesitated for just a moment before answering, seeing Louis' name on the screen.

'Hey, you okay?' he answered, a little shocked Louis was calling. It was almost 2am at this point.
Louis' speech was slurred and Harry couldn't really hear what he was saying. He caught the words 'so drunk' and 'you're my favourite' during the mumbling but that was about all.
'Louis, are you alright?' he laughed a little while he spoke but he was slightly worried, even though he knew he was fine.
The call cut off without a reply from Louis. Harry found himself calling back but there was no answer. He left it for 15 minutes before calling back again.
'Ooooh Mr Harry Styles, helloo!' Fran answered the phone and was also obviously drunk but no slurred speech this time.
'Hey, is that Fran? Louis called but hung up.. I guess I just wanted to check he was alright?'
'Ummmm, Louis thought he was going to throw up but didn't and now he's.. I'm not sure where he is now. But hey, why don't you come and hang with us?! You can help me find him. I'll text you the address!'
The call ended again not giving Harry time to reply and around 30 seconds later Harry was sent the address. Should he go? What if Louis wasn't even there anymore? But what if he was and he wasn't well?

Harry decided to go, after all he could always just come home. He wasn't planning on drinking anything. He slid on his shoes and grabbed his coat and car keys. He entered the address into his sat nav, it was only a 10 minute drive from his house, then set off.

As he pulled up at the address, he didn't even have to check the numbers on the apartments. He knew straight away which one that was holding the party. All the lights were on and music was playing. The music wasn't really loud at this point but could still be heard from the driveway. He noticed a few people turn to look his way as he pulled up and stopped his car engine since it was past 2am now and they definitely weren't expecting anyone else. He was just getting out of his car as he noticed Fran come out of the main door with another girl. He recognised her straight away with her purple hair but she wasn't paying attention and hadn't noticed him yet. He started heading over to her, not knowing anybody else after all. As he got closer she noticed him then and gave him a small hug to greet him.
'You came!' she screamed.
'You didn't really give me much choice.' Harry replied with a small laugh. 'Did you find him?'
Ah, straight to the important questions, Harold. Yeah he's inside, I'll take you to him!'
Fran seemed like a happy person in her everyday but drunk she was louder and even more bubbly and it made Harry feel at ease.
Harry followed her inside, turning a few heads as he walked through the rooms. Most people seemed to be in the few bedrooms at this point. Some passed out asleep and some sticking their tongues down each others throats, making out and all the rest. Harry hadn't been to this kind of party for awhile. He had house parties with friends pretty often but never really drank too much. His job kind of depended on him looking good early in the morning, being a model. He rarely got days off from shoots, but he didn't mind as he loved his job.
They reached a room that looked like a study room but seemed to be being used for music and dancing.
'Here he is...' Fran giggled as she and Harry stood in the doorway. Louis downing a drink and dancing with a few other people which made Harry smile.