Larry Oneshots

Temporary Fix

A/N: So it's been like a year or two since I've updated or wrote but I'm finally writing again! I'm sorry it's been forever but I hope some of you are still reading...if not, oh well! All the love xx

Word Count- 2422

The club was loud and crowded and so very warm. Harry pushed his way through the throngs of people, carefully trying to avoid getting anything spilled or dripped onto his pristine satin shirt. He could feel the bass from whatever song was playing up into his chest, as he continued to shove his way towards the back. Finally, he managed to get through the thick crowd and his eyes are now scanning for the blonde hair of his friend, Niall. He spots it at a distant table and he strides over quickly.

"Hey, mate" Harry yells over the music

Niall waves excitedly before thrusting a drink towards Harry.

"Harry! How are ya? It's been ageees." Niall drags out the word, clearly tipsy already.

Harry just smiles and takes a seat. He's not a big fan of the club scene but Niall had been inviting him out for months. Instead of talking, Harry slowly sips on whatever the fuck Niall handed him and observes the scene in front of him. There are people EVERYWHERE. Bodies upon bodies fill the small space, grinding against each other. Harry should be out there, hell he could get anyone out there to dance with him, but instead he just watches.

"Harry, you should be out there dancing. Its been MONTHS, you gotta get over that fucker." Niall breaks the silence between the pair.

Harry flinches, trying not to think about "that fucker." Even though he knows Niall isn't of sane mind, and probably doesn't realize he's saying anything wrong, it still stings Harry.

Jake was supposed to be the love of his life.

His person.

His everything.

And now, Jake was a mere memory. A ghost who silently roams the halls of Harry's past, hiding behind doors Harry doesn't particularly want to open.

Jake was someone who ripped his heart out, tore it to shreds, and then stomped them into the ground.

Instead of responding to Niall, Harry just sighs and continues to stare absentmindedly. He goes to take another sip of his drink, realizing that it's already gone.

"Care to get me another drink, Niall." Harry questions.

"On it mate!"

Niall produces two more drinks, seemingly out of midair, though realistically, it was from the table next to them.

"I came prepared. Less walking, more drinking. And then....dancing!" Niall cheers, excitedly.

Harry rolls his eyes, "Lemme drink like four more of these things and then we'll see."

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Time goes on, and the two boys chat back and forth, slowly finishing more and more of the drinks on the table. Harry has finally started speaking more and more, until he almost forgot about Jake.

Almost.

Niall and Harry are mid-conversation about Niall's short lived footie career, when Harry stops mid-sentence. His eyes have found a beautiful boy on the outskirts of the floor, close to where Harry and Niall were sitting, standing with some other man. The gorgeous male is short, with feathery brown hair, and tight, tight, jeans on. Harry is pretty sure he's drooling over the sight of the boy. Niall starts to question what Harry was saying, but as he follows the eyes of his best mate across the room, he understands what, or rather who, caught Harry's attention. He smiles at his best mate.