~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry strides to the bar on a mission. With everything finally falling into place, he is ready to relax and ring in the new year. Ignoring the line, he walks directly to the front and waits off to the side out of the way. Louis instantly smiles and calls him over with a flick of his hand. “What can I get for you, Hazza?”
“I want two of the drinks I had with Niall that first night I came here,” Harry says, chin lifted in determination. “The red ones with the cherries.”
Louis lifts his eyebrows as he sets up three glasses and pours various liquors into them. “Two’s a bit much, yeah? It’s already late.”
“One’s for Gemma,” Harry quickly assures him.
“Is she driving?”
“Nope,” Harry says, handing Louis Gemma’s keys, as well as his own, having already known what Louis would say. With a blush, he admits, “I was hoping we could crash at yours tonight. I’m already too gone to drive, and Niall’s already on his way to drunk, too.”
Louis smiles softly at him. “You’re always welcome to stay, as are Niall and Gemma. You never have to ask.” He slides the drinks he had been making across the bar to Harry. “Enjoy.”
“We only wanted two. One for me, one for Gemma,” Harry says confused at the three jars in front of him.
“One’s for Niall,” Louis smirks.
Harry shakes his head and tells him, “He doesn’t drink girly drinks.”
“Good thing this drink isn’t girly then, yeah? It’s called a Louis Special after me, and I am most definitely male,” Louis cockily replies with a grin.
Harry’s face flushes as he remembers just how male Louis is, but his embarrassment doesn’t stop the moan that escapes. “Mmm, you may need to refresh my memory.”
“Oh, I plan to, over and over and over again,” Louis teases softly. “Take the drinks, love. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thank you.” Harry leans over the bar and presses his lips to Louis’. He gasps when Louis’ tongue sneaks out for a quick taste. “God, Lou. You’re killing me,” he whispers as they separate.
Louis’ hand reaches out, fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and pulls him back for another kiss. “Go have fun before I change my mind and end up snogging you right here for the rest of the night.”
Harry takes the drinks and sits them on the table Gemma had somehow procured from a couple leaving earlier. “Louis said you have to drink one, too, Niall.”
“Mate, I saw how bad this drink fucked you up last time,” Niall hedges before a brilliant smile takes over his face as he rubs his hands together. “I am so in.”
The drink does its work, and an hour later, the three are feeling just less than sober. Harry remembers from last time how slow the build is and knows the full effect is yet to come. He smiles mischievously at Gemma and Niall as he gets to his feet. “I’m going for round 2. You two up for it?”
“Fuck, yeah. Bring it!” Niall yells in excitement.
“Sure, why not? I don’t have to work later,” Gemma agrees easily.
