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It had been three days since Harry was over. Despite Harry's abrupt departure while Louis was in the shower, --though he would not openly admit it, to others or himself-- he missed the curly haired freak.

"I think you guys are my new OTP." Jay says from the couch, holding up the magazine from the award show. Harry had his arm around Louis' waist, both smiling brightly at the camera. "But i gotta say, the height difference though."

"Oh piss off." Louis dismisses his friend. The fans found it adorable how different their heights were. Louis was average height in the band and now he was 'smol' as the fans described it.

"Like honestly though, mate, how tall are you?"

"Im five f.ucking nine now let me watch tv." Louis says growing heavily annoyed and self conscious.

"Fine, fine." Jay says going back to the magazine.

"How tall do I look?" Louis says after a few minutes of silence.

"What,in general? Or next to Harry?"

"The latter"

"Four foot two." Jay laughs and Louis throws a cushion at him. He sinks farther into the couch, and Jay notices a few seconds later and sits up.

"You have nothing to worry about mate. He's a freakishly overgrown kid, you're taller than most women anyways." Jay tries to reassure Louis. But fails, miserably. Louis brushes it off and goes back to the tele.

Louis sits silently, thinking to himself.

Why are you getting so upset over this?

He's taller than you, so what?

Stop worrying over nothing

"Wanna go clubbing?" Jay asks after about an hour of sitting in silence.

"Why not?" Louis smiles.

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Louis and Jay walk into the club and, like always, all eyes are on them. Well, more specifically, Louis. All the girls are swooning, and so are the guys.

"Let's grab a drink." Louis says.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Jay says making Louis laugh.

Over an hour after being at the bar, Louis has a line up of drinks waiting for him, all bought by other people hoping to make a move.

Louis finally has loosened up and decides to head to the dance floor. He ends up meeting two women that are decent dancers and seem nice. The best part is, they are too drunk to know who he is, they just dance with him and they have fun.

Seven rounds of shots later, Louis is absolutely smashed dancing sloppily, Jay is nowhere to be seen, probably off with some boy in the toilet. The girls are feeling him up and grinding against him, and through his state of drunkness he feels dirty. He can feel every fingerprint, every touch, everything. He had to excuse himself so he could get some air.

He steps out of one of the side doors to avoid the paparazzi seeing him. In the light of one of the street lamps of the alleyway he crouches and tries to catch his breath.

Why are you so uncomfortable?

He stands up and paces back and forth pulling his hair.

You aren't supposed to be like this, you're not actually gay.

"Hey there pretty boy." A boy with blonde hair slurs.

"H-hello." Louis gulps. The boy walks closer and is a foot away from Louis.

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