Putting on a Show (L.S)

Chapter 7

"Louis, you're drunk, put the glass down," Harry warns, reaching over to snatch the shot glass from my hand before sliding it away.

"Nah, I- I'm good," I hiccup, feeling like I'm about to fall out of the barstool I'm on.

"The only good thing here is that it's time to leave, I'm not even sure why I've allowed you to drink this much," he mumbles, standing from his seat, placing one of his hands on the small of my back.

I want to shove him off of me, but the drunken state I'm in makes me quite limp.

"Come on, Lou, stand up."

He wraps his arm around my waist to support me, helping me stand up somewhat straight.

Niall and Liam left about an hour ago, Niall complaining that he wanted food, and Liam offered to go with him.
I refused, saying I wanted some more to drink, and so Harry was the first to volunteer to stay.

"You know Styles, you're funny," I laugh, looking in his direction as we exit the bar.

"Why's that?" He muses, his arm still around my waist.

"I don't know, you're just- funny."

He nods, a small smile on his lips.

"And- kinda cute," I mumble, stumbling on the concrete, almost taking us both down onto the ground.

"You're a lot nicer than sober Lou," Harry says, but he looks serious, not smiling or anything.

"Sunnnn, smile," I laugh, bringing my hand up to poke his cheek.

He doesn't though, and so I pout at him, tripping over my own feet a few times as we walk.

"Okay, Lou, come on. I know you're drunk but you've got to walk properly," he says, sounding annoyed.

"What's- erm, wrong?" I ask, staring up at him. He just keeps his gaze forward though, "It's late and you're drunk. I'll tell it to sober Louis."

I nod, letting my head rest on his upper arm, as I can't quite reach his shoulder all the way.
Ive always hated myself when I get drunk- I always tend to get cuddly and touchy, talking complete nonsense within the compliments I tend to give in this state.

"Are w- home? Where are we?" I laugh, hiccuping.

"Almost there, just a few more minutes."

I nod, a bit too tired to say anything else.

The rest of the walk before we enter my house is quite the blur- simply stated that Harry assisted me and I kept laughing to myself, making jokes and complimenting Harry, which he kept ignoring.

But now back inside, I assume Niall and Liam must be asleep, as it's two in the morning, at least that's what Harry's pointed out.

"Come on Lou, let's get you to bed."

He continues to help me until I've made it to my bedroom, lying me down on my bed, to which I immediately feel grateful for.

"I'm leaving my number, even though it should be in the folder, wherever you've left it. If you need something, call me, alright?"

I wave him off, mumbling a goodbye and he walks out of my room, hesitating before closing the door quietly.

It doesn't take long either for my eyes to close shut and for me to fall asleep.

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"Louis, can ya get your phone, mate? God, it's been ringing for like the last 20 minutes!"

Niall's yelling is slightly muffled, his knocking on my door being noted a few times before I hear departing footsteps.

I groan, sitting up in bed, grabbing my phone from where it had hidden itself in the mess of sheets.

The number isn't saved, but I answer it anyways. "Yeah?"

"Louis, where are you at?"

"Uhm, in bed with a massive hangover," I muse, placing a hand across my forehead, "Who's this?"

"Okay, again with the jokes. It's Harry, and mind you, you're late. Did you even read the schedule? Or the text Simon sent you? We have a date planned at 2 and that's in 15 minutes. I need you here now."

"Okay, uhm, crap, just let me shower, and I'll be there. Where at?"

"Simon let me pick, so I chose another bar."

"Really? Why- never mind that, which one?"

"You know Luke's?"

"Yeah, go there quite often."

"Great, be there sooner than later, please."

He hangs up, and I let out a long sigh, standing from my bed.

I walk over to my dresser and grab out an outfit quite suitable for the "date" at the bar- black skinnies and a black and white button up, along with a pair of black and white alien socks, before running from my bedroom into the bathroom and closing the door quickly.

I set my clothes on the counter by the sink and turn the water on in the shower, not exactly caring if it's hot or cold.

I strip from my clothes already on me, then step into the shower, cursing myself for the way the cold water hits my skin.

I scrub shampoo into my hair, washing my body as well before rinsing off entirely.

I turn off the water, drawing the curtain aside to reach for the towel hanging nearby.

I use it to run through my hair, a effective method to dry it off before stepping out of the bathtub, in which I use the towel to dry off a bit.
I pull on my outfit as well, tucking the shirt into my pants and adjusting the collar so that it isn't lying awkwardly around my neck.

I grab the toothpaste and find the toothbrush, brushing my teeth at a higher pace than usual. When I finish I spit into the sink, rinsing my toothbrush and placing everything back where it goes, sort of.

I run my fingers through my hair before I hang the towel back up, leaving the bathroom and finding my shoes, which I slide on as well.

"Where you off to?" Liam asks, startled by my rush from each room, as I grabbed my phone and wallet from my nightstand before running into the living room. Liam's on the couch, on his phone, as always.

I hear Niall in the kitchen, making his third breakfast, I assume. He tends to eat several times in the span of an hour, which I'm never one to judge it. I only ever talk about the weird foods he eats, never how much of it he scarfs down.

"I've got to go lads, be back later, whenever Satan lets me back home!" I call out, hearing their laughter echo through the air as I snatch my keys from the hook and leave the house, closing the door behind me.

"I've got to get drunk and just act like Harry isn't there, or that I don't know him all that well. That should help," I whisper, trying to slow my breathing to return my heart rate to normal.

This, from what I can tell, is going to be a long day.
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I had SEVERE writers block again and so I'm really really sorry if this chapter sucks :(

Next chapter though, Jealouis makes an appearance >:)

Anyways, PLEASE stay safe and take care of yourselves <3