365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 12|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

February 1, 8:57 pm

I've gotten to this party thinking that it was gonna suck, but now I feel amazing! I have so much energy and everything is so hilarious at the moment. I lift my third- no fourth- no fif- I don't know- drink in the air and let out a shout like everyone else, giggling afterwards as some of it spills onto the floor. I turn my head and see my good friend Danny laughing beside me.

He's so hot. Why is he here? I missed him so much. My heart swells as he smiles at me.

I take a seat beside him, leaning close to him, giving him a smile.

"Hey Danny! You-you look great, tonight. How'd you do your hair like that?" I compliment him, gently touching his hair. It's so soft, like a cloud... It smells good, too. He looks up at me and chuckles, gripping my wrist. My skin heats up at the contact and he looks me in the eyes.

His eyes are that pretty golden brown and they're...sparkling. I let out another giggle. That's a funny word. Why is everything so funny now?

"Sparkly..." I chuckle. Daniel furrows his eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"Your eyes, silly. So sparkly." I chuckle. He knows what I'm talking about.

I smile and lift the cup to my lips again, drinking the cold liquid. Damn, this is so good.

A loud burp rises in me as I throw the cup down and chuckle at the sound it makes.

"Oops."

"Aye, I think Louis' man here had too much to drink." I here Steven say. I don't know where he is though.

Louis... Louis! He brought me here. He's the reason why I'm having so much fun tonight. I turn to my left and find Louis sitting beside me. My smile widens and I move closer to him.

"Louis! Baby!" I wrap my arms around him. He smells like herbs...but it smells good. He pulls the joint from his lips and passes it on.

He smokes? I don't care. I chuckle as I plant myself in his lap and his hands grip my waist. I look at him and his eyes are puffy and red, but the blue in them is gorgeous. I giggle softly as he gets those crinkles by his eyes and his tongue sticks out and wets his lips.

"You're my babe." I smile, kissing his lips. We stumble back and Louis hits the floor, but I don't care.

The kiss is so bitter, but so sweet. I love this kid. I love him. I deepen the kiss and grip his shirt. I feel his heart against my hand and I hear mine pulsating in my ear, drowning out the cheers of all his friends behind me.

Louis's a really good kisser, but I've always wanted more than just a kiss..

I circle my hips on top of his and Louis groans into my mouth. The sound makes me harden immediately. My hands hungrily tug at his shirt. It may be too fast to be doing this with him, but I don't care. My hormones are raging and I want him, I need him. I ground my hips against him harder and we both whimper in response. I hear the sound of ripping and the next thing I know I'm being pull off of Louis by my waist.

"Harry, you don't wanna do this." Daniel whispers in my ear. His arms around me feel so warm and soft, I grip onto him.

"Harry, you're really drunk." I think he says. My mind is clouded with all the music and yelling and drinking and just everything. I don't care.

I turn in his arms and he stares down at me. His lips form a frown and I trace my thumb over it. Plump. I smile and feel my lips connect with his. Another loud cheer goes from Louis' friends.