Charcoal Grey [H.S.]

☆CHAPTER TWENTY TWO - DRUNK☆

LENNON

"Yeah, so he and Harry fucked a couple of times."

I looked at Callahan with slightly red and hooded eyes, a rough cough scratching the back of my throat as I opted for another sip of my vodka. To be honest, it was his fault and Harry's too. Harry said he had some 'important' errands to run, and that he would be back and then a few hours later, Cal came. More like barged in and acted like he pays rent for here.

"Wait, so," my voice went a bit high-pitched, "Harry, like, has experimented with men too?"

Cal raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "That surprises you?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. He leaned back on the counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a sip. My face scrunched up as he paused for suspension, "Yeah, he has," he said casually, like it was common knowledge. A short laugh escaped his lips. "You didn't know?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'm surprised but I like that he's comfortable with his sexuality and who he is."

Cal nodded along, his gaze fixed on me. "Yeah, well, Harry never really gave a fuck about labels or expectations, you know? He's his own person. He likes what he likes and doesn't let anyone tell him otherwise." He took another sip of his drink, and continued, "He isn't ashamed of himself, or his desires. And he definitely doesn't care what others think either."

"Yeah," I then drowned the rest of my drink, feeling the sharp burn cascade down my throat and I grimaced in response. But I wanted more. Hell, I was such a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

Cal howled with laughter, shaking his head, "Easy there, love. Shit, Harry's gonna kill me but oh well, fuck him, he can't dictate your movements."

I grinned in response, giving him my tumbler glass and silently asking for another shot to which he gladly reciprocated. He reached out to the bottle, his movements somewhat sluggish but he poured the colourless liquid into the glass and handed it to me, "This is fun."

Cal hummed in acknowledgement, enjoying this as much as I am, watching me get drunker and drunker. "Yeah, it's fun, isn't it?" he agreed, his tone slightly sly. "You're a lot more talkative when you're tipsy. It's cute."

He motioned his glass in my direction, "Cheers, bro."

I clinked my glass against his, imitating his tone, "Cheers to you too, bro."

"What the actual fuck is going on here?"

Both Cal and I froze when we heard that voice and our heads averted in the direction of the door, seeing a pissed Harry standing there with his arms crossed while glaring at both of us, mainly Cal but I think he's not going to be too happy with me too. I then put on a sheepish smile and set my glass down, standing up and trying my best not to fall over while I attempt to cool down my boyfriend's wrath, "Hi!"

I heard Cal snickering in the background and I wanted to smack him.

Traitor.

Meanwhile, Harry's intense glare was fixed on me, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "Hi, grey," Harry replied in a cold tone. "Having a good time, are you?"

I almost would have tripped if it wasn't for Harry since he reached his hand out to haul my entire body to him, his arm coming to wrap around my lower waist. Bloody hell, I'm screwed. He's so livid. No, no, I'll think of something later.

He looked over at Cal who is also my disloyal partner-in-crime who merely just chuckled and raised his glass in greeting, looking utterly unphased by Harry's presence. He took another sip of his drink, completely relaxed, "Hi, Harry. I would come over and give you a cuddle but I don't think Lennon would appreciate it."