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Louis is tipsy.

He's not drunk, but definitely tipsy. He has had a few margaritas by now. He has danced his heart out, for once Louis has been having actual fun with his mates, fun that he will be able to remember the next day.

But it doesn't matter whether he's completely drunk or if he's tipsy, what matters is that he has alcohol in his system and if he does something stupid he can completely blame it on the one too many drinks he has had tonight.

That's what brings Louis to his current situation.

He is in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by sweaty bodies of people, dancing and swaying to the beat of the music.

As Louis is minding his own business, the lad can feel that somebody's eyes are on him, making him glance behind him.

Louis can catch a glimpse of Harry Styles on the second floor in the vip area.

The curly haired man is staring at him, his elbow resting on the railings of the 'balcony like' place, a drink in his hand.

Now, even though Louis may not be drunk, he has drank enough to get the idea of giving Harry Styles a show.

And that's exactly what he does as he makes sure to sway his hips a little slower, more teasingly, staring Harry right in the eyes.

Silently telling him to keep his eyes on Louis, telling him that Louis wants them on him.

Louis can see a smirk on Harry's face as he raises his glass a little in cheers, and Louis keeps on dancing and swaying.

Giving his fake lover a show.

• • • • •

Not long after, Louis is tired, so he decides to go and finally sit down, so he heads up the stairs, going to find his friends.

He is quick to spot them. When the blue-eyed lad is about to sit down, he notices that his seat is occupied by Charlie.

The latter is having a smirk as he sees Louis, who is quick to find a solution for his little problem in front of him.

Louis approaches Harry, Charlies grin widening as Louis walks towards them - only for that grin to be wiped away the moment Louis plops down on Harry's lap.

Louis sits a little sideways so he can see the curly haired man, "I wanna drink more." He all but whines.

"No more for tonight."

"Please?" Harry just smiles at him and shakes his head, curling his arms around Louis waist.

"Who are you to deny him anything?" It's Charlie speaking to which Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Harry!" Louis happily answers the man's question, making Harry snort.

Okay, so maybe he's a little bit drunk, so what?

"Lou, you like to drink once in a while." Harry nearly choked on the water he just took a sip of.

That's when Harry decides to play his own cards, knowing that Louis drunken mind doesn't need anything more than this to make him literally throw a tantrum so gets what he wants- Harry can't have that.

He made a promise, and he had a deal.

And with that being said, he starts whispering to Louis's ear, so Charlie won't hear what he says.

"I promised that I would tell you something after tonight, yeah?" Louis just nods a shiver running down his spine at Harry's breath, fanning over his neck. "But I can't tell you if you're drunk,"

"'M not."

"If you drink more, you will be," Louis frowns, "Let's not drink more tonight. Yeah, can you promise me you won't?"

Louis doesn't reply he just leans a little more into Harry.

"I know that you keep your promises, hm? Can you do this for me, please?"

Louis nods, not very long after, he speaks up, his voice hushed, "Promise." That makes Harry smile and tighten his hold around Louis a little.

"Thank you."

Louis just relaxes on Harry's lap, letting out a breath, "'M tired..." The blue-eyed lad admits.

"Take him home..." Lea, that had sat down just a few minutes ago, in the middle of Louis and Harry's hushed conversation, speaks up.

Harry looks at her for a second, "Thought I was your only sobber drive?"

"Taxi." Harry chuckles before nodding.

"Lou, you wanna go?" Louis just nods, his eyes closed as he cuddles into Harry's side.

Harry chuckles at the popstar. He really doesn't seem like the person the papers describe, and Harry more than understands that.

"Let's go then."

• • • •

After a short drive, Harry finally pulls over and parks his car.

"Where'd you take me?"

"Home."

Louis just turns his head a little to look at Harry, admiring the way that Harry could call a simple house that he barely stays at home.

Because he never had been able to find a place that he could call his home, not any place other than his mom's house in donny.

Harry opens the door and gets put so Louis does the same.

Soon enough, they are entering the house and then sitting ontbr big couch, staring out at the window.

"I have always wanted a home after leaving my family's house." Louis admits silently.

The blue-eyed lad can feel Harry's green eyes on him now but just keeps going.

"But I can't find it."

"You can't just find peace when you don't know what it is anymore." Harry's words were so silent, but they managed to crowl their way into Louis memories where they would rest for a long time, Louis knows that.

And Louis believes Harry's words just because the curly haired one seemed to be knowing more than well the meaning of these words.

"Maybe..."

"I want a home too, but sometimes I just forget what it feels like..." Louis just nods. He has been so many years on the road that sometimes he indeed does forget what it felt like having someone or someplace to call home.

"What is your story?" Louis asks, finally looking at the green of Harry's eyes.

"I'll tell you if you tell me yours..."

That was all that Harry needed to say to have Louis all ears.