Tolerate It || l.s ✓

Chapter 41

gonna give you a double update pls comment as a thank you xxx

also the lad in cafe nero like 2 hrs away called me darling and I think I fell in love I wish it was local

"Ugh!" Harry groaned loudly from the bathroom, making a thudding sound as he slid down to the floor.

"What's wrong?" Louis called from the bed.

"I can't get my hair right. Usually it just does what I want but it's not fucking working and I need it to."

"Stay there." Louis stood up, walking into the bathroom where Harry was sat, looking up at him through wide eyes. "Okay, not right there. Sit on the side of the bath."

Harry hauled himself up, situating himself of the edge of bath and Louis stood between his legs. He carefully ran his fingers through Harry's hair and Harry mewled a little, pressing his head into Louis's touch. Louis ruffled his hair lightly, stopping when he was pleased with the results.

"There you go babes." Louis smiled, "sorted."

"Thank you." Harry grinned. "You're the best."

"I know, I know. Now scat, go wait out there or something. I've got to get ready."

"But I'm not dressed yet." Harry protested.

"Nor am I. You're more ready than me, get dressed out there."

"Ugh, fine." Harry huffed, sticking his tongue out at Louis.

"Shoo, out." Louis waved his hand at him.

Harry did as Louis said, digging out his clothes and pulling them on. He wore flared trousers (which were rather too tight at the arse), a white tank top, and a floral button down shirt over the top. He had all his bracelets and rings on, with pearls decorating his neck. He used his phone as a mirror, smiling softly- secretly pleased with how he looked.

When Louis finally emerged from the bathroom, Harry's jaw dropped. His eyes trailed over Louis's body, taking in the skinny black jeans and the t-shirt that showed his collarbones.

"Better shut that pretty mouth of yours or you'll catch flies." Louis smirked and Harry immediately shut his mouth, biting his lip instead.

"You look...you look gorgeous." Harry said.

"God, you're really flattering me at the moment, aren't you?" Louis laughed, "thank you babe. You look beautiful too."

Harry blushed.

"Ready to go?"

Harry nodded, "yes definitely. Let's go."

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Harry trailed his hands down his body as he let the alcohol pulse through him. The music took over him, controlling his every movement.

He felt a presence behind him, and so he leaned back, dancing with them. The man spoke in his ear, but Harry took no notice, just revelling in being close to someone.

Eventually the man left, and Harry decided to cross the dancefloor to the bar. He ordered another drink, sitting at the bar as he slipped at it. He had lost Louis a while ago, and looking for him had started to become too much effort for Harry. He was sure that fate would bring them back together anyway.

He turned back to the sea of people, scanning across it with squinted eyes, his lips wrapped around his straw.

An embarrassing, excited squeal spilled from Harry's mouth as he spotted Louis, though his look or excitement turned a frown as he watched him properly.

Louis was dancing with another man, and though Harry knew that he was just doing the same, he couldn't help the spout of jealousy within him.

His eyebrows pinched together, and his eyes narrowed. He chewed the straw aggressively, his eyes trained on Louis through the crowd.

At some point during his glare, Louis's eyes had snapped to his, and Harry blushed furiously, though he didn't break eye contact.

Louis smirked, though he kept dancing with the man, and Harry's glare returned involuntarily.

Harry finished up his drink, slamming it down against the bar. When he realised what he had done he picked up again, placing it down gently and apologising to first the glass, and then the bar, and then the bartender.

When Harry returned his gaze to Louis, Louis was whispering something in the man's ear and Harry's heart clenched. Jesus, there was no way in hell that he was this jealous of Louis dancing with someone else.

Before Harry even knew what he was doing, he was striding across the dance floor towards Louis.

Louis stepped around the man, losing him in the crowd immediately. Harry stopped directly in front of him, his eyes locked with Louis's.

"Alright, babe?" Louis grinned, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Who was that?" Harry nodded behind Louis.

Louis shrugged, "not sure. He was hot though, don't you think?"

"No." Harry said.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a little jealous." Louis said, and he wasn't quite sure if it were the alcohol talking, or the buildup of his feelings for Harry.

"'m not jealous, I'm not, I'm not jealous. I just-" Harry cut himself off. "You can't keep calling me all those pet names like you do and not expect me to-" Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "And touching me, I'm pretty sure my love language is touch and all this cuddling and hand holding and everything, it makes me all fuzzy, I don't get it-" Okay, this was definitely the alcohol talking, and Harry wasn't sure what Louis could hear over the music, but Louis had far too good hearing to be normal, and so he was sure that he was clinging on to every word.

"You sound pretty jealous to me." Louis tried to keep his cool, though inwardly he was exploding. "You sure you don't mind those other men rubbing themselves against me? Touching me?"

"Fuck, alright, I'm fuckin' jealous." Harry groaned, his eyes flitting to the floor momentarily. "I don't like it. It's not fucking fair, that should've been me, not him."

"You've still got your chance." Louis shrugged, "the night is young, Bambi. It's just you and me now, yeah?" Louis stepped forwards, placing his hands on Harry's hips.

Harry's heart rabbited, and he looked into Louis's eyes through his eyelashes, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Is this why you suggested this place? So you could dance with me like that?"

Harry bit his lip, suddenly going shy. He nodded slowly.

"Go on then, baby. Dance for me." Louis lifted one hand from Harry's hip, pushing a strand of Harry's hair out of his face.

Harry turned around, closing the distance between them as he pressed his back to Louis's chest. He began to move to the beat, breathless at the thought of being this close to Louis in a way that definitely felt to be more than friends.

He rolled his head back onto Louis's shoulder, butterflies flooding his tummy as he felt Louis's hot breath against his neck. The flood turned into a storm as Louis's hands trailed down his chest, up and down. Eventually they came to a rest on Harry's hips, and Louis tugged him closer.

Within an instance, Harry span around, he panted a little, his face less than a centimeter from Louis's. Louis's eyes flickered from Harry's lips to his eyes, and that was all Harry needed to lean forwards, pressing his lips against Louis's.