PULSE [H.S]

064

"Life's a party, and I'm the pinata." — Ryan Reynolds

It's Cloves birthday.

We threw her a surprise house party at Zayn's place, but it wasn't much of a surprise after Niall sent a message about what alcohol he should bring in the group chat that included Clove.

She was still happy, and a lot of people came. Niall also brought a shit ton of alcohol, so there's no shortage of that tonight. I gave Clove a free tattoo coupon, which was kind of lame, but she loved it.

I find Louis in the kitchen accidentally after I left the living room, just wanting a break from all the noise for a moment. Louis made me one of his special drinks, and it was as good as I remember it.

I say, "You should be a bartender."

"I'd consider it," Louis smiles.

I say, "Can I make you a mystery drink of my own?"

"Sure," he says, and I get really excited, taking a look at all of the different options. He says, "Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?"

"You won't. It's going to be amazing." I wink at him, and he just looks more hesitant. I pick up the thing that I've seen him use to measure our shots and hold it up, narrowing my eyes at it and asking him, "Why does it have two sides?"

He shakes his head at me, running his hands over his face in complete regret. He says, "I'm in trouble."

He honestly is. I don't really know what I'm doing, and all of the different bottles look the same to me. I mix a few things that sound like they'll go together well, and I add some club soda at the end.

I hand it to him, saying, "This is the Fizzy Kizzy."

"Clever." he laughs, taking a sip of it. He says, "Not bad."

"Really?"

"No, it's fucking awful," he says, grimacing as the taste hits his tastebuds. He says, "What did you put in here?"

"I don't know, whatever looked pretty," I admit.

Harry walks in the kitchen, dressed in his typical black palette and skinny jeans. His black jeans today have a rip in them at the knee, which makes my own knees weak.

Louis pats Harry on his shoulder as he leaves the kitchen, saying, "Harry, your girlfriend is trying to poison me."

Harry gives me a look as Louis leaves.

I say, "That was weird."

Harry agrees, saying, "I think that's the first time I've heard someone else call you my girlfriend."

He wraps his arms around me, one of his hands sliding down to grab my ass. I smile at him, saying, "I like the sound of it."

Harry murmurs, "Me too, baby."

I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into him as he leans against the counter. He kisses me, his mouth tasting like mint mixed with alcohol.

"Wow." Niall's voice turns our heads as he walks into the kitchen in search of another drink. He looks at us, eyebrows raised as he says, "Not used to that yet. Hey, if you guys ever bang at Inkling again, can you make sure I'm on surveillance when you do it?"

I turn around, facing Niall as he mixes up something. I lean my back into Harry as his arms drape around my chest, pulling me close to him.

"Fuck off, Niall," Harry says, and I laugh.

I ask Niall, "Is Pen coming?"

"She said she'd be here soon," Niall says, "And then she challenged me to a beer drinking contest, which I am so going to win."

I laugh, "I wouldn't be so sure about that. She can out-drink most people I know." Pen usually finishes three drinks by the time I finish one, and even after that, I'm drunker than she is.

"The more I learn about this girl the more I want to have her babies," Niall says as he leaves the room. He's gone before I can comment on the implication that he would be the one having the babies.

This time Harry makes me a drink, and it's really attractive watching him do it. His arm muscles flexing as he grabs bottles and pours liquor makes me want to bite him.

Maybe I'm a little drunk.

I say, "Remember the last party we came to here when you got the bitch cup at stack cup?"

He looks up at me, saying, "No, I don't recall."

He hands me a cup, taking one for himself too. We cheers, and I take a sip of whatever he made. It tastes like watermelon, and it's sugary. It's really fucking good.

I say, "It feels like that was a lifetime ago."

"I know. We've been through a lot since then," he says, kissing the top of my head. He says, "You've gotten so strong since then."

I like how touchy Harry is now, like a barrier was broken down and he can finally put his hands all over me without a care in the world.

I say, "Well, someone drags me to the gym almost every morning."

"You've definitely gained some muscle," he laughs. "But I meant mentally. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Harry," I say as my cheeks heat up. I say, "And I've watched you transform into a giant teddy bear."

He laughs, "Only cause you've got me wrapped around your finger."

"Do I now?" I smile, leaning into his body.

He hums, "Mhmm, sure do, baby."

Harry picks me up, spinning me around smoothly and setting me down on the counter as he wraps my legs around him. His lips collide with mine, and I suddenly feel like we're just two college kids at a frat house.

My eyes wander to his chest, my fingers fiddling with a button on his shirt. I say, "I like when you wear these shirts."

"Button ups?"

"Yeah. I like when you forget to button up half of them," I say, poking at his exposed chest. My finger traces the scar over his butterfly tattoo. I say, "I can still fix this up."

"I like it like this. It's a reminder of what you did to save me that day," he says, pecking my lips.

I grin at him, teasing, "A reminder of the moment you realized you loved me?"

He smiles back, saying, "Yes, baby."

We join the rest of the party again, the loud music and chatter filling my ears. I don't know who any of these people are, and I wonder if Clove even knows them.

I make Harry play stack cup with me again, but this time he's a lot better at it, and he somehow convinced everyone playing to gang up on me, deliberately making me get the bitch cup even though I'm already quite drunk.

Pen did indeed end up kicking Niall's ass when it came to out drinking him, and it was a funny moment to witness. He started fake crying, saying that he let down Ireland.

"Kiz?" Harry whispers in my ear, so I look at him. He whispers again, "Can we leave?"

I say, "Yeah, whenever you want to. Are you tired?"

"Mmm," he hums, smirking at me, "I'm horny, baby."

I laugh at him, finding drunk Harry to be really adorable. I joke with him, "You always are, pretty boy. We can go home if you can't keep it in your pants any longer."

"I was actually thinking we go to the roof," he smirks.

My eyes widen. I say, "You can get to the roof here?"

"Mhmm," he hums, pulling me into him.

I smile back up at him, the alcohol in my system making me feel adventurous. He presses a light kiss on my lips, making my heart thump faster.

"Let me fuck you under the stars, baby."