Girls? [xxxxxxx]

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Louis: is anyone free tonight? :)

Liam: depends
Louis: I need a place to stay for the night. and a partner in crime
Liam: no
Niall: I offer Harry and his bed for the night 😘

He stares at his phone and then looks up at Niall, eyes narrowed and brows burrowed. He clears his throat to get the blond's attention, but all he gets is a dismissal hum. "Niall," he says, "I'm not yours to offer away."

"Fucks sake, you would've offered yourself away if I hadn't of," Niall responds, rolling his eyes.

The phone beeps, so Harry takes a look at it. He balances the smoothie between his thighs, the strawberry scent getting inhaled every time. The flavour gives him utter bliss.

Louis: ok cool thx! H, I need ur car and that huge bottle of hairspray u have
Liam: you know I'm going to have to step in if you're doing something illegal
Louis: and lube so I can slide into Liam's ass and retrieve the stick up his ass. Thank you so much!!! I'll b there in 10.

Harry groans and smuggles his own face into a cushion. He's tired, as he had a late night last night. Some friends Niall and he knew from uni came over to reconnect and to talk, but what was supposed to last for a few hours last for 7. He got the vodka out, Niall retrieved the aux cord and everyone reconnected with a little chatter and a lot more kissing. He wipes his mouth, still tasting the watermelon from Cara's glittery lip gloss.

It was only an innocent little pash, fingers tangled in hair and thighs pressed against the others, but that was it. Cara giggled and made Harry twirl her around and then they were dancing, her feet getting trampled on by Harry's. There was way more laughing than kissing.

And, anyway, he passed out a little after 2am, just before Cara and the others made a very loud exit to a nearby club. Niall joined them too, leaving Harry in the flat alone, and made a fool of himself by asking for make up tips from an apparent prostitute. Harry watched all their Snapchat stories (and particularly enjoyed the one video from ritaora of Niall getting ice cubes thrown down his shirt).

He sluggishly gets up, leaving his tall glass on the coffee table. He gets to his room and looks straight in the mirror. The underneath of his eyes are dark, probably from smudges of mascara. Alexa had forced the beauty product on him, sitting on the sink to tower over him as she forced his head back. He sniffles and picks up a dark, forest green shirt hanging over his bed. He loosens it around his top half and then pulls up his jeans.

The doorbell rings, so he ventures down the hallway with his fingers working the buttons, the inside of of mouth tasting like honey. He bites the inside of his cheek and relishes on the flavour. He opens the door, still surprised to see Louis there.

"Hey, mate," he greets and then disappears behind the door, looking for the keys on the hooks.

Louis radiates the sun with the warmth coming off him. "I saw that you had a party last night."

"I passed out halfway through," he responds blandly, retrieving the keys.

"Shame. If I was there you would have had someone to cuddle."

Harry stills, then enters the bathroom with a smile. "You're a cuddler?" He walks back to Louis with hairspray.

"I guess you'll find out tonight," Louis giggles, shouts down the hallway, "hey, Niall!" And then pulls Harry out the door, slams it closed and kisses Harry on the chin, lips a little wet and scented with caramel. "It feels like I haven't seen you in forever."