Insanity // Larry Stylinson Serial Killer AU

Lemon Eyes

A/N lmao kay so i've never been in a club (obviously) so i have no idea how dis works. ignore if every bit is like 100% inaccurate

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okay song in the mm is amazing and perfect and meg myers makes me wanna die she's so perfect i'm gone i want her to fuck me oops whet

okay so sorry i havent updated in more than a week, writer's block decided to climb out of the depths of hell and wrap it's crusty fingers round my neck

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"I don't understand why we're doing this." Liam says as they all walk into the club, looking around at everything.

"Li, it's your birthday." Niall laughs, "We've got to get you to live up a bit."

"Well, I just don't understand why we're all doing this together," Liam voices, going back to his comment before Louis latched on, "that's six people." Liam finishes, stopping to quickly and silently count.

"Six isn't much of a crowd." Louis rolls his eyes, yet smiling at his friend.

"Some people here just - well - they don't get along." Liam uneasily shrugs, trying not to look at anyone in particular.

"What, is that your subtle way of saying I'm a bi.tch to Kaitie?" Louis snaps, glaring at Liam, "I've heard that enough, and I really don't want that from you too." Zayn lightly takes Liam's hand, a small note of support.

"No, there are other people." Liam lightly treads, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

Louis rolls his eyes, shifting his weight onto one of his hips, "I call bs." he mutters, shaking his head.

"Okay, let's not deal with this stuff today." Niall says, interrupting everyone. "Let's just get drunk, laugh, and try to avoid Louis and Harry while they pracitcally f.uck."

"I agree on the drunk part, and the fu.ck part." Louis smirks, smiling as he lightly pinches Harry's bum - causing his boyfriend to blush beet red when he sees that everyone saw that.

The group wordlessly starts walking through the club, heading to an empty booth big enough for them. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and a faint trace of pot travels around them. Harry instantly regrets wearing his tightest skinny jeans - everyone else in more comfortable clothing. It's going to be undeniably hot in these.

"You gonna drink, baby?" Louis directs to Harry, lacing their fingers but not touching palms - in attempt to keep from sweaty hands.

"Yeah, enough so I'm still able to walk straight though." Harry replies, keeping in the back of his mind to watch Louis. Louis is a lightweight, it seems as if the smallest amount of drinks, sometimes even sips, can make him unbelievably drunk.

"You get horny when you're drunk." Louis comments, snickering as Harry's face is lightly dusted in red.

"I can imagine you're looking forward to that." Harry mutters, looking to see if anyone heard his boyfriend's comment.

"Very much." Louis smirks, it's usually him who's the embarrassingly horny one in public - Harry has the most self control between the two. But when Harry's drunk he's worse than Louis, it's satisfying.

"Who's not drinking?" Niall asks, turning to everyone, "Someone needs to drive us home." He shrugs, looking at the scowl on Louis' face at the thought of not drinking.

"I'm drinking, and so is Harry, don't even try to keep one of us sober." Louis protests right away.

"I wouldn't mind being the sober o-" Harry starts, cut off when Louis covers his mouth. Louis needs to see the foolishly horny Harry in public, because, yes, he's horny when he's sober, but that's only behind closed doors or by close friends. Alcohol makes self control impossible for Harry - and Louis needs this right now.