The Competition

6

After packing their instruments in the van and Louis promised to call later they said goodbye to White Eskimos and drove off.

Louis and Liam helped unload the instruments before Steve gave them a lift home. They ordered Chinese takeout and watched an episode of Charmed on VHS while they ate.

Louis was restless. Liam glanced at him when they had finished their meal.
"Just call him."

Louis rolled his eyes at him but he brought the phone with the extensive chord with him to the bedroom. Liam had to jump over the line as he headed to the kitchen to wash up after their meal.

Louis had already memorized Harry's home number and dialed it on the phone shaped like a hamburger. It was a stupid buy. He couldn't even talk in it properly. He held his breath as it started to ring.
"Hello?" Someone answered.

"Harry? Hi, it's Louis." Louis said into the hamburger.

"It's Zayn. Wait a second." Zayn replied.

Louis heard him shout.
"Harry! It's your lover boy!"

Louis blushed. He wasn't exactly happy about the term loverboy itself, but at least it was something positive, right?
"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Louis." He tried again.

"Hi!" Harry said.

"So, what club do you guys wanna go to?" Louis asked, wrapping the telephone chord around his finger.

"We're thinking Turnmills." Harry replied.

Of course. The most popular club in London.
"Alright, I guess we have to be there early then if we want a chance to get in. Nine?" Louis suggested.

He heard Harry mumble something away from the phone.
"Sure. Meet you there?"

"Yes." Louis confirmed.

"Cool. See you in a bit then." Harry said.

"Cool. Bye." Louis replied awkwardly.

He hung up the phone and called Steve to inform him and asked him to do a phone chain. Then he got up and ran to the living room.
"Nine!" He shouted to Liam and ran past him to the bathroom.

He used all his good products as he got ready for a night out. Liam wasn't pleased when he finally emerged from the bathroom.
"Now I have like fifteen minutes to get ready." Liam huffed and slammed the door shut.

Louis couldn't care less. This was an important night for him where he hopefully would hook up with the lead singer of a grunge band.

He chose a pair of blue baggy jeans and chained his wallet and attached it to one of the loops before he pressed the wallet in his back pocket. He pulled a white jumper over his head and pulled the arms up and tucked it into his pants in the front and finished his look with some white sneakers. He grabbed his jeans jacket and walked out to the living room to wait for Liam. They had to hurry to the subway to catch the train.

They were the last to arrive and got in line, passing others that glared angrily at them. When Louis spotted Harry he turned into a puddle. Harry was dressed in black, except for the green tank top and matching scarf in his hair. Black Dr. Martin's, black skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket. It should be illegal to look that good. Before he could stop himself he blurted out.
"Hi, gorgeous."

Harry looked surprised for a second but then he smiled and greeted him back.
"Hi, sexy."

"Get a room." Steve muttered.

Louis just shoved Steve's shoulder playfully. Harry smiled. They had to wait in line for half an hour. The place was crowded and the DJ played Smack My Bitch Up! by Prodigy as they made their way over to the bar. Louis ordered a beer like the rest of them, except Harry who wanted an Appletini.

They looked over at the tables but they were all occupied so they hung by a wall. The music was too loud to be able to hold a conversation. When they finished their beverages they headed to the dance floor and started to move their bodies to Sexy Boy by Air. Louis smirked. Suitable song.

They danced in a ring. Michael and Isaac were all about break dance and jumped around kicking their feet in what looked like something difficult. Louis couldn't dance at all so he mostly jumped up and down and made finger guns. Harry looked like he was working an invisible pole.

Three songs later Louis had to pee. He headed to the restroom and didn't have to stand in line that long to relieve himself. He washed his hands and stepped outside just to find Harry waiting for him. The music wasn't as loud here in the back so he could actually hear what Harry said, not that he said much.
"Hi."

"Hi." Louis replied and dragged a hand through his hair.

Harry gave him that look and Louis was game. He pressed Harry against the wall and kissed him. Now, if he had totally misread Harry's intentions this would have been awkward but Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' neck and kissed him back.

They were alone at the moment and Louis took full advantage of that. He grounded his crotch against Harry's and extracted a moan from the beautiful man in his arms. The door to the restrooms opened and they broke free. Niall stared at them.
"Don't mind me." He smirked and walked past them.

Louis made eye contact with Harry and smiled. Harry leaned in.
"I think you should take me home to your place. Yeah?"

Fuck yes.
"Alright." Louis said and took Harry's hand.

He scanned the club as they came out of the restroom. He spotted their friends by a table. He walked up to them.
"Harry and I...ehm... We're leaving. Have fun tonight."

Michael and Steve's wolf-whistled and Louis flipped them off before he walked away with Harry by his arm. There was never a smooth way to inform your friends that you hooked up with someone without it becoming slightly awkward.

They managed to get a cab and crawled into the backseat. Louis glanced at Harry.
"You're not drunk, right?"

"Nope. You?" Harry asked.

"No." Louis replied.

Harry put his hand on Louis' thigh and started to stroke it.
"Good."

Twenty minutes later they stumbled into Louis' and Liam's apartment leaving a trail of clothes behind them as they made their way to Louis' bedroom.