Skirts and flirts (COMPLETED)

XII

Louis woke up the next day to the sound of someone vomiting in his bathroom. He sat up, his back against the headpost and groaned, when he felt like someone had shot him in the fucking head. To say last night is a blank is pretty understandable. He remembers dressing up, meeting up with Oli and his first vodka but everything else is just a blur. He also remembers Harry's voice, wishing him happy birthday.

Did he call him last night? God, that must have been embarrassing.

''Louis, I'm dying!'' Oli yelled from the bathroom.

''Me too! And it's all your fault.'' Louis groaned, pressing his pillow against his face.

''You wanted to get drunk and forget about that boy of yours.''

''He's not mine. And where is my phone?'' Louis asked.

''Oh no. Your phone!'' Oli exclaimed, coming out of the bathroom with a scared expression on his face.

''What? Did you pee on it again?''

''No. I might have thrown it in a dumpster.'' he admitted.

''Oli!" Louis groaned.

''I'm sorry. Drunk me is an attention whore and you spend all of your time with Harry, even when you are out with me. I got pissed, mate.'' Oli said.

''You owe me a new phone.'' Louis said, pointing his index finger at him. Oli smiled and grabbed his face, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

''It's your birthday anyways, BooBear.'' Oli calls out, too loud for Louis' liking and headache and banged the door on his way out.

Oli could just throw up and never have a hungover. Jerk. Bastard. Louis hated him for that.

*

''And Lou, I had such a great time! My family was so accepting and they didn't even bother asking. I'm just so happy! I just wish I was here for your birthday. Must have had a big party.'' Harry beamed next to Louis, who had a fond smile on his face. They were getting their usual tea on New Year's Eve and Louis was wondering how the small café was open at that day.

''I'm so happy for you, Harold. Really.'' Louis said, taking Harry's hand in his, giving it an encouraging squeeze. The other boy's cheeks turned a crimson red, but still gifted the other man a soft smile.

Gifted because Louis saw Harry's smiles, as a gift.

Oli was of the opinion, that Louis was way too head over heels for Harry and he should get over him. Find some rebound or something like that, because right now, Harry was taken. He should also stop spending so much time with him.

Stan, on the other hand, had a more evil plan. He said, that if he wanted Harry so much, maybe he should break them up. Louis liked this thought very, very much but he wouldn't do it. If Harry was happy, then he was happy.

At this point, he was convinced that he was in love with Harry.

''Tell me about your birthday!''

''They were good. It was just me and Oli, though.''

It was mostly Oli gifting Louis a crappy phone, that he was pretty sure it was his old one, but he was grateful, that he did not have to spend another birthday alone. They sat on his bed and Louis was pretty hungover and would rather sleep, but they ate chocolate and watched Grease and a Star Wars movie, talking about Harry. It could have been much worse.

''Next year, I'll come too. I really wanted to be there.'' Harry said and Louis smiled. How can you NOT love Harry?

''Anyways, what do you wanna do, until New Year's?'' Harry asked and Louis raised an eyebrow.

''What about Niall?''

''Niall is spending the day with some cousins of him and then, at midnight, we're going downtown to get wasted.'' Harry explained.

''I can not imagine you being drunk.'' Louis joked.

''I tend to get a bit clingy, so I avoid it.''

''Aw, I bet you look cute drunk.''

''Come with us, then. Niall won't mind. Please.'' Harry begged.

''I don't know, Haz. I have a pretty important date with my bed.'' Louis clarified and the younger boy chuckled.

''Pretty please.''

''Fine.'' Louis gave in. How could he not when Harry was asking him so sweetly?

*

It was around 11PM and Harry and Louis were walking down the street. Harry had changed to a black crop top, dark red, sparkly skirt and a pair of simple black boots. Louis wasn't sure but he saw some light, glittery, white eyeshadow on Harry's eyelid, making his emerald green eyes pop.

''I'm so excited.'' Harry beamed, walking faster. It has been a while, since he had gone out with friends at night, plus, in an hour a new year would arrive and he could officially kiss this one goodbye.

''I can see that.'' Louis chuckled.

It was eating him alive. It was eating him alive, that he hadn't heard from Jonah. Harry was a whole day here and the Jonah subject was floating in the air but the words never rolling off Harry's tongue. Oh God, what would Louis do to hear those words, however devastated they would be, if Harry said, that he was fine and they were still together or whatever the fuck Jonah had told him and Harry were. It was killing him not knowing, even though knowing would absolutely shatter him.

Fuck it, Louis was in love.

''How is Jonah?'' Louis asked. He hated asking, but man's gotta do whatever the heck it takes to find out, if his window was open. He didn't need a lot, maybe a crack. A crack.

''He's fine. He said he wanted to ask me something when he came back from his hometown in a couple of days. Oh, Lou, I'm pretty sure he's gonna ask me to be his boyfriend. I'm so happy!'' Harry exclaimed, happily.

Louis had never heard a window closing that fast in his whole life.