Louis Lies [Larry Stylinson AU]

Chapter Eight

I would like to formally apologize for all the times I've promised to update and never did. Being an honors student comes with a lot of homework and studying so I'm trying hard. Bare with me if you can. Thank you all. This is WAY to short and I hate it but I had to update. I'm going to update again soon because the next chapter is going to be really good.

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Harry had convinced Niall that what he had said earlier about Louis lying for him was a result of his state of hysteria. He hadn't meant it and was just in dire need of a night out. Niall had arranged for a special "guy's night" that would consist of a club and lots of drinking.

Harry was having a great time at the club, completely wasted and feeling free. He and Niall had been there for about an hour now, downing shots like their lives depended on it.

And Harry was just feeling so free. His stress was gone, he had a hot stud on his lap, and he just couldn't stop giggling like a freaking little girl. Niall wasn't much better. Except he had a girl on his lap and probably wasn't going to Hell.

A boom of laughter bounded its way out of the curly-haired lad's mouth, struck by something that Gavin--was that the bloke's name?--said. He heard a sharp intake of breath sound from down the bar, and he glances up to see none other than his problems staring back.

Louis. His Louis. Looking ravishing in those tight black jeans, his hair tousled and astray. And he was hanging, freaking throwing himself, all over some handsome stranger.

And God, Harry really shouldn't have drank so much, because he's at his worst when he's drunk. The Cheshire lad glared as Louis dragged the very uncomfortable looking man onto the dance floor.

"Be right back," Harry growled before shoving Gavin off of his lap.

"Hey!" Niall called. "Where are you going?" The Irish man followed his best mate's gaze to find it focused on the two dirtily dancing bodies.

"Harry, no!" Niall cried, flailing his arms out to grab him. "Please don't do this here!"

The green-eyed lad spun on his heel, turning to face the blonde. "Look! Look at him!" He growled. "He looks so trashy basically dry-humping that guy!"

Niall sighed, "He can be with whoever he wants, Haz. He isn't your's anymore."

"Goddammit!" Harry snapped, continuing his fast-paced journey towards the gyrating couple on the floor.

Once he reaches the feather-haired man, he pushes the stranger from his spot against Louis.

"Excuse you!" Louis huffed, his sassy nature taking over with anger mangling his features. "We're trying to dance here!"

And if Harry was already mad, he was fuming now. "You call that dancing? He might as well be fucking you on the dance floor! God, you're such a slut!"

Matt apparently found his voice and his balls when he decided to stand up for Louis. "Listen, man, you don't talk to him like that! I don't know who you think you are, but-"

"Who I think I am? Who I think I am?" The curly-haired lad scoffed. "I think I'm his fucking boyfriend who's witnessing him hump another guy!"

"Ex-boyfriend," Louis corrects him cooly.

And Gooood, if that didn't piss Harry off. Because it was true. "We never officially decided it was over. You know that, so don't make shit up!"

Harry's shoulders were heaving as his breath racked his body in sharp, unrhythmetic intervals. He was beyond frusterated at that stupid, annoyed look on Louis' face.

Louis stood with his arms folded across his chest, on hip out, scowling at Harry. "Feel free to leave now. Matt and I need to go do it in the bathroom anyway."

And with that, Louis dragged Matt off the dance floor, leaving a speechless Harry with his mouth gaping like a fish.