That's Just Publicity

Threesome

A/N: Hey! I know this isn't getting as much attention as my Catradora fanfic, but I'm more into writing this one right now so enjoy the updates! I'm going to shoot for a couple more chapters uploaded close together for this fic. Hope y'all are enjoying it! I know Larry is kind of irrelevant right now, but I hope we still get some love for this :)

Louis' POV:

We ran into the party hanging off each other with big smiles on our faces, ready to forget all about One Direction. Liam and Niall beelined for the bar as Zayn started chatting up some girls I vaguely recognized from random magazines. Harry loitered around me as I wandered deeper in. I'd already taken a couple of shots on the way over, but I'd hardly gotten started. 

The party was at this huge home in Vegas in a nice desert neighborhood filled with other luxury homes. The neighborhood stuck out amidst the rest of the scenery. All the modern buildings, lit-up windows, and perfectly green lawns contrasted starkly with the brown and dusty vibe the rest of the area was giving. "Yo, isn't this around where Celine Dion lives?" Harry asked, I glanced over my shoulder and out the windows to the homes across the street. "You know, I think you're right," I added, smirking. Who the hell cared, at our own home in London we lived directly across from a few different A-list celebrities. I glanced forward again, where I saw Adam Sandler chatting with Rupaul, huh, what an odd pairing. When I looked back towards Harry, he was gone.

The thing about Harry is, as sweet and innocent as he can get, he can also get just as wild and devilish. I've seen him drink half a bottle of Pink Whitney, make out with three girls at once, and give a random man a lap dance in the same ten minutes. However, I guess we can all get a bit crazy. No one at these parties really gives a shit if you're underage, either. As long as you're a gazillionaire that they sort of recognize, they'll pour anything down your throat.

I scanned the crowd for Harry and found him across the room, his curls and dashing smile stood out in the crowd. He was talking to a short little fat man who looked like I should know his name, but I couldn't place him. Harry had already gotten himself a drink and was attracting more and more people to his conversation with the man. Just as I was about to go over and join them, Niall and Liam found me and shoved a bottle of vodka into my hands, then dragged me into a dark room filled with glittering people. The music was loud, and as I tipped my head back to drink from the bottle, the bass got louder and the people got shinier, and before I knew it, I was in the middle of the crowd with a random girl grinding on my hips. 

I was drunk before I could blink. I didn't even realize how much I'd been drinking before it all hit me like a wave. My vision went kind of blurry as I buried myself in the people around me. I was so hot and so sweaty and my limbs felt kind of numb, but I danced still, letting the alcohol take control. 

Then in a blink, I was in the backyard with my feet in the pool, a random girl kissing my neck. She moaned obnoxiously even though she wasn't even on the receiving end of things, and as drunk as I was, I had the sense to get turned off by it. I shoved her off a little, then tore my shirt off and slipped down into the pool. I sunk to the bottom, swimming across the floor coolly. The pool was neat for sure. There were these blue lights at the bottom that made everything look lit up and magical, and there was a topless mermaid made out of tile on the pool floor, which I could barely make out through the foggy water. Harry was laid out on the pool's edge when I emerged, his arm hanging in. I swam over and pulled myself out, crawling over him. He groaned and lifted his head. "You're insane Louis Tomlinson!" He shouted.

"You're still wearing your shoes," He said, sitting up and reaching to pull them off. He got one of my shoes off and tossed it in a bush. "How weird," I mumbled, laying down flat next to him. We both turned over to face each other at the same time, which put Harry in a giggle fit. His long curls draped over and mixed into my hair, making me feel for a moment that we were morphing into each other. 

"What on earth have you been up to, Harry Styles?" I mumbled no doubt he could feel my breath on his face. He grinned cheekily. "I'm 85% sure I've just had a threesome, and I did some Karaoke before throwing up in that bush," he whispered loudly. In any other situation, I would have been grossed out by the fact that he was talking so close to my face after hurling, or at the fact that he'd just thrown my show in the very bush he barfed in, but I was so drunk and so blissful that it only seemed funny to me. "You bloody animal!" I shouted, giggling. "What is with you and threeway stuff when you're drunk?" I asked, shoving his shoulder. He grinned again, and for some reason, there were diamonds on his teeth. 

"Harry what in the world," I mumbled. I reached forward and placed a finger on his teeth as he smiled. "Who the hell knows?" He said, then pulled himself up and trotted off back inside. I lay there for a while, soaking wet and drunk before Liam found me and yanked me up off the ground. "Idiot," He mumbled under his breath as he dragged me somewhere. Things were completely black now, except for a moment when we climbed into the limo and all I could feel and smell was Harry. I think I was up against him as we walked outside and down to the street where our driver was. I also knew I was leaning against him the whole way home, only I wasn't really aware of where my body was and what I was doing exactly. It was some weird fog where everything was Harry and the vodka made it all seem like a pool of just him.

My consciousness flashed back when we got to the hotel, and I vividly remember getting on Harry's back as we both stumbled drunkenly from the parking lot up to the top floor where our rooms were. The boys each slipped off to separate rooms, tasking us with getting ourselves to our rooms. From then on, it was foggy again, but I knew I was against another person, and I knew I still felt like I was swimming in a big Harry pool. God. I've never in my entire life gotten this drunk. 

Harry's POV: 

When I woke up, I glanced around me, completely unaware of how I'd gotten where I was. I scrambled, putting the pieces together as flashes of last night came to me. I cringed at some of the thoughts I remembered, though the whole night seemed foggy and unclear. Most of what I remembered was just the knowledge that it happened paired with blacked-out vision. 

I glanced down next to me, recognizing the figure immediately. His hair was all tussled from the night before, and his face was buried into the pillow, but I knew that skin, those tattoos, that color of hair. A shiver went down my spine suddenly. I realized I was only in my boxers, which were barely hanging off my hips. Louis, as far as I could tell was in the same state, although the blanket was still wrapped around him. 

Normally, this wouldn't have alarmed me. If I'd looked over and saw Niall practically naked in my bed after a crazy night, I'd know for sure it was innocent, but with Louis, my mind couldn't help but spiral. Especially with our history, knowing we've touched each other before, I had to wonder. I glanced around the room for signs, condoms, rags, or anything, but it looked alright, aside from the suggestive trail of clothes from the door to the bed, which made me a little nauseous to think of. 

Fuck. I couldn't remember anything past that damn threesome, even that was sort of a blur. 

I realized that we were in Louis' room, so I could sneak out without making a big thing of it, or I could throw on my clothes and act as though the night was completely ordinary. It's not like Louis and I have never shared a bed, although on this tour so far we've kept our distance. On the first tour, I think we might've shared a bed or room 90% of the time, but we've grown up a lot since then, and it's frankly gotten a bit awkward to be so intimate with each other. 

I looked back at Louis and sighed. When did it get so weird to be near you? It's like we're everything but nothing at the same time. He knows me so deeply and is so emotionally connected to me, but every day we get more distant physically. I will always feel a pull toward him, regardless of what he feels for me, but we talk and touch less now than ever. That mixed with this whole Larry thing has me scared that we'll be driven apart to the point where I'm no more special to him than Liam or Niall. 

I decided to sneak out of the room before Louis saw me, so I carefully crawled out of bed and grabbed my clothes, then tiptoed out of the room and right across the hallway to my own room.

A/N: Ok! That was so fun to write and it's gotten me way more excited to write the next chapter. I hope y'all are loving the story so far, feel free to leave suggestions in the comments. All my love, XOXO!