inferno // l.s.

sixty five

life has been absolutely insane lately. but here's a party chapter! there's a slight parallel from another fic right at the beginning & if anyone gets it, i will love you forever
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"alright, bitches! i got jack, jim, jäger, johnny, and josé. the loves of my life and most favorite men." niall set a large bag down on the counter next to where louis was sitting and pulled out five alcohol bottles. "aside from louis, of course."

louis curled down to kiss niall's cheek. "you know it."

"hey. mine," harry pouted as he walked toward the pair, squeezing himself between louis' knees. he leaned against louis' chest, wrapping his arms around the tiny man's middle. he's been very clingy today, but that was because louis spent most of the day getting everything prepared for the party and hadn't been home long before people started to show. he had been to the grocery to get cupcakes, put in an order for food catering that still needed to be picked up (which was michael's task on his way out), and get alcohol. even though everyone is already bringing some, he still had to get cases of beers and a bottle of vodka for harry.

"i had him first." niall argued.

"nuh uh. i did."

"wanna bet?"

"he kinda did come to me first..." louis said quietly as his fingers found their way to the back of his fiancé's head. he played with the small hairs at the nape of harry's neck since the rest of his hair was tied in a bun.

niall's jaw dropped in offense. "i want a divorce."

"i'll get a pen-" harry went to remove himself from louis, but the smaller man didn't budge. he tightened his limbs around his body and held him close.

"don't leave. you're warm," louis mumbled into his shoulder.

"are you cold? i can adjust the air if you need me to."

louis shook his head, now burying his face in the crook of his neck. "stay."

niall sniffled from beside them, voice quivering in a mock sob. "after all we've been through..."

"i'm sorry, niall," louis said. "'s not you. it's me."

"and me," harry said proudly. "i stole your man. bite me." his eyes widened when he felt a set of teeth nip at his neck. "not you, bun."

"just wanna bite."

"you just wanna bite me?"

"it's a sign of affection," niall then says. "sometimes i get bitten by zayn. he says i'm edible."

"hell yeah you are," comes a voice from behind. zayn walks past and slaps niall's ass before grabbing the bottle of jägermeister. "lou, redbulls are in the fridge?"

"mhm. bottom right drawer."

"sick. we're doing bombs."

"i don't care about that divorce anymore. jäger bombs!" niall whooped. "happy late birthday to me!"

"happy birthday!" louis and harry yelled at the same time, louis' chin now on harry's shoulder so he could look over at his friends. zayn grabbed the four pack of redbulls from the fridge, grabbed niall's hand, then tugged him to the other side of the kitchen to craft jäger bombs.

"are you drinking?" harry asked louis, "'cause i am."

"when is your next drop?"

"she doesn't care about alcohol. i'm in my own home. as long as no fentanyl shows up, i am a-okay." harry assured. "i asked her beforehand. text her if you want."