Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 4; Drunk.

Harry's very competitive, it appears, and has been screeching like a maniac at Niall. He's also very very very drunk, tottering around in his heels, almost falling into Louis on more than one occasion.

One guy, a relatively tall one in a very strange cardigan, with tall brown hair, keeps watching them. Harry moves away, going to take his turn, and the guy siddles over.

"I'm Nick. Why are you covered in Harry's lipstick?" He asks, eyes narrowing, extending a hand.

Louis shakes it, gritting his teeth. "Jonathan. And Harry's a very enthusiastic kisser, hence." He says, gesturing to his face.

"How do you know him?" The guy asks, and it's starting to feel like a jealous interrogation.

"We met at a party last night." Louis says, meeting Nick's glare unblinkingly. 

"So you don't know him?" Nick asks.

"I do, Nick." Louis says. "Now stop being a jealous prick and go get me a drink, will ya? I'm parched."

Nick scowls, skulking away. Louis can't help the smirk which makes it's way onto his face. 

Harry returns a few minutes later, squealing gleefully and throwing his arms around Louis, excitedly yelling what he believes to be his name and then kissing him roughly in the mouth, causing Louis to stumble backwards into the table, barely able to hold Harry's body weight.

"Jesus-" he says, as Harry starts groping him. "Harry- chill."

"Were you not told he's a handsy drunk?" Niall asks, laughing. 

Louis shakes his head, and Nialls cackles become louder, as Harry latches himself to Louis' neck, dancing to an imaginary song. 

After a few moments, Louis shoves him off, and he stumbles backwards, eyes unfocused.

"Alright, H. Let's get you home." Niall says, stepping forward to take Harry, and Louis panics.

"No-" 

"What do you mean no? He's drunk as fuck." Niall says. "No offence, mate, but I know him better than you. Him like this isn't either use nor ornament."

"Give Jon my number." Harry mumbles, clinging to Niall.

Niall does, and Harry hugs Louis before allowing himself to be led away from the house.

***

"You lost him again?"

"He got too drunk and his friend wouldn't let me near him, I got his number, so I can try again." Louis says, shrugging, and Liam rolls his eyes from beside him.

"You do know that if you lose this chance then we'll send someone else after him?" Michael says, rubbing his temples. "And you'll most likely be demoted."

"I know..." Louis sighs.

"Now, you're going with Liam to deal with a target."

***

They're sitting in Liam's car, smoking a cigarette after disposing of another target.

"You like that Harry guy, don't you?" Liam says after a while, taking a drag and passing the cig back to him. 

"What? No. He's a target. I don't give a shit about him." Louis scoffs, and Liam rolls his eyes.

"Mate." Liam says.

"Honestly!" Louis exclaims. "I don't care. Wouldn't matter if I did, anyway. He's gonna be dead soon. At my hands, no less. What's the point?"

"Louis. You're a lonely paranoid dickhead in your late 20's. Do you seriously have to throw away every chance at love you get?" Liam asks.

"It's not gonna be love, Liam! I'm fucking in charge of his damn assassination!" Louis yells frustratedly. "And I'm fine without someone. I have you and Zayn-"

"And you're lonely and refuse to admit that you're not ok."

 "You're an asshole." Louis grumbles. "Can you take me home now?" He asks, already typing a text out to Zayn.

Liam sighs, stubbing out the cigarette and starting the car. 

 "I'm fine, honestly." Liam scoffs when he says it, and Louis rolls his eyes. "You're not that perfect either, Liam. Stop acting so high and mighty."

 "The only person I loved died a very long time ago, Louis." Liam says, jaw set. "You know this."

 "Tell that to Zayn. I've seen the way you look at each other." Louis says, poking Liam.

 Liam pauses for a minute. "Shut up, Louis. You don't know everything."

 Liam is silent the rest of the journey. 

***

After Zayn leaves, Louis is alone. 

After about ten minutes of indescion, he texts Harry.

Louis: you free tomorrow?

Harry: Who is this?

Louis: jonathan bell

Harry: Oh. Yes.

Louis: so are you free?

Harry: That I am, Jon.

Harry: Why?

Harry: What have you got in mind?

Louis: its a surprise

Murder. That's the surprise.

***

 "Jonathan!" Harry shouts, walking over to him. Louis told him to dress fancy, may as well let him have fun.

He's in yet another red dress, a sexy one. Shows quite a bit of leg and chest, his back too. He's wearing stockings, and his usual high heels and lipstick.

 "Harry." He greets, letting Harry kiss him fleetingly.

 "A club?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

 "An exclusive club." Louis corrects, taking Harry's arm and leading him towards the building. "Very hard to get into."

Harry hums, impressed. "Aren't you just wonderful?" He says.

Once they get in, Harry takes him to the dancefloor, grinding against his ass. 

"This all natural?" He asks, squeezing it softly.

"Yeah." Louis replies, letting Harry do as he please.

***

An hour and thirty minutes, four vodkas, two sex on the beach and a grasshopper later (and several rounds of shots thrown into the mix), Harry decides he is in fact, bored with clubbing.

He drags Louis out the door, pausing briefly to make out with him against the wall of the club, before stepping forward with the intent of hailing a taxi.

"I've been crashing at Niall's. Don't have my own place..." Harry mumbles. "Could get a hotel, know a cheap one that always has spare rooms?"

Louis nods, plan already forming in his head. He spots Liam down the street in his car, and he gestures to him that he'll be going to another location.

Liam furrows his eyebrows, rolling his eyes. 

A taxi pulls up, and Harry pulls him into it, just as he spots Liam starting his car.

He's going to tail them to ensure that Louis got the job done.

Harry, after telling the driver where to go, immediately starts making out with him.

Louis places a hand on Harry's thigh, and Harry gently pushes it off. "Wait until we get to the hotel, yeah?"