It was Friday and anxiety had been eating Harry alive for the whole day. He was in his room, desperately trying to give some sense to his hair, when he got a text from Zayn saying that they would be there in ten to leave their stuff and then go. Harry's hands were shaking a little at the thought, but he tried to push away all the bad thoughts. He had already imagined everything that could go wrong that night and already found a possible solution for every single problem his mind made up. He wore a purple hoodie and jeans and then, still overly anxious, started to talk to himself in the bathroom mirror. The door was half-closed, and Harry hadn't noticed someone has entered the room.
-You can do it. It's just a beer with a few people that you already know, nothing will go wrong -. He was really trying to believe his own words, but he was having such a hard time doing so. He opened his mouth to keep talking, but he heard a muffled sound. Harry froze, panic on his face and he forced himself to open the door, revealing Louis sitting at Zayn's desk, trying to hold a laugh. Harry's face was flaming, and he felt tears starting to form in his eyes. His mouth was still slightly opened, and he couldn't take his eyes off Louis. The boy on his part was still half laughing, not really caring about the fact that Harry was so embarrassed that he could start crying at any given moment.
-Nice speech- he said, clearly making fun of the curly. Harry was so desperately searching for something to say, anything, but he couldn't really think. In that moment the door opened, and Zayn and Liam came in. Liam's hair was a little messed up.
They looked at the scene: Louis sitting proudly with a smirk on his face and Harry still close to the bathroom door, glossy eyes and shaking lips.
-Louis you idiot! - Zayn exclaimed. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew Louis damn well.
-What? I didn't do anything, I even politely waited for Harry to finish his motivational speech in front of the mirror! - he said in a laugh. Zayn gave him a stern stare and he tried to stop, a few chuckles still leaving his mouth. Harry wanted to cry, he wanted to let the river of tears out and just crawl in his bed. But something about the way his name rolled out Louis' mouth made the mockery almost alluring. Harry shook his head, wondering what was wrong with him.
-Zayn it's fine- he said, finally being able to stop looking at Louis and focusing his stare on his roommate. -He's just joking around- he assured him with a smile. All his strength was being used to not cry on the spot, but Zayn didn't need to know this.
-Yeah mate, see? - Louis said, looking at Zayn with an accomplished smile. Zayn felt like Harry was lying but at the same time he knew that this was Louis' way of getting to know people, so he shook his shoulders, looking over at Harry one last time to make sure he was fine. Harry was still forcing the smile, trying to make it less obvious as he could.
-Okay lads, should we go? - Liam asked. He still hadn't talked since he entered the room and Harry thought it was weird that it was Zayn standing up for him and not Liam. All of the boys nodded, and they started going.
But as they were leaving the room, Louis passed Harry and, careful to not let the other hear him, whispered 'I take that as a permission to keep joking around with you then, pretty boy'. Harry blushed terribly and didn't answer, and soon Louis was far, walking fast toward the exit of the building.
The night was going fine, till Harry got to his third beer. Harry hadn't ever drunk, the maximum he did was half a glass of wine at the family Christmas dinner. He didn't like the taste of alcohol, but when all the lads ordered a third beer, he felt like he had to do it as well, even though the first two were completely enough.
Louis hadn't really talked to him since they got there, if not to ask him if he had a lighter. Harry explained that he didn't smoke, and Louis rolled his eyes and mouthed 'obviously'. He then proceeded to take his own lighter, a puzzled expression on Harry's face.
But overall, Harry felt good. Zayn and Liam told him stories about those two years that they've already spent there and even though Harry didn't talk much, he laughed a lot.
By the second sip from the third beer Harry started to feel his cheeks blushing hot and the hoodie became almost unbearable. With a careful motion he took it off, first revealing a bit of his belly and the proceeding to completely mess up his hair. Liam noticed and laughed, but not at Harry. He laughed with Harry and soon Zayn did too, messing a bit more with the curly's hair. Louis had a sort of still expression on, but Harry didn't seem to notice, beers starting to hit him. His head felt light, and anxiety had now left him completely.
-I'll go to the toilet- Harry excused himself, still half laughing. He walked toward the barman asking for the toilet and then following his direction. As he went in, he started to look at himself in the mirror, trying to fix his hair a little. His eyes were glossy again, but this time it was because of how much Zayn and Liam were making him laugh. He mentally thanked himself for accepting Liam's invitation the day before.
-No speeches this time curly? -. Louis' voice made Harry jump. He didn't notice he had gotten in and now he wondered if he had a thing for peeking. Or maybe Harry should just have to learn to close doors behind him.
-Oh c'mon, it's no fun for me if you don't even try to reply- Louis teased, a smirk on his face.
-I mean ... I ... you ca-caught me off guard- Harry whispered, once again speechless in front of Louis, eyes wide open.
-Yeah yeah 'course. Well at least I can still enjoy your pretty little face all flustered and red for me- he said, getting close to Harry. Dangerously close. Harry's heart was going to explode, he thought.
-It's-it's cause of beer... - he tried to defend himself and his blushing cheeks. He couldn't understand what was going on, Louis being so close to him that he was scared he could actually hear his thoughts. His breath got shorter as he looked at the blue-eyed boy in front of him, so mean yet so charming. Harry thought that the way Louis made fun of him was almost enjoyable. And at the same time Louis was thinking about how much he was enjoying Hary squirming under his stare and his words.
-You need help fixing your hair Harry? - Louis asked, clearly mocking him and now definitely too close to Harry for him to keep looking into his eyes. Harry felt butterflies again hearing his name.
Louis didn't even let the boy answer his question: suddenly one of his hands was in his curls, tugging his hair harshly. Confusion was all over Harry's face, but as Louis did that again with a smirk on his lips, a small shy moan escaped Harry's lips.
As the little boy's face was coloured in a deep shade of red, Louis almost smiled.
-Oh Harry, what a mess you are after a few beers- he whispered in the boy's ear, shivering covering Harry completely as he closed his eyes.
And then Louis hand was gone, his scent was gone and by the time Harry found the courage to open his eyes, Louis was gone as well, the curly boy left alone in all his shameful mess.
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BLUSHING//L.S.
Fanfiction-Look at the mess you are Harry, with those pink stained cheeks and glassy eyes, begging for more...- This is a ff I'm originally writing on ao3, but I decided to bring it here as well. Hope you enjoy it! TW: smut, violence, homophobic language.
