Different

Nine

The boys had a long, but eventful car ride to the party. They ended up making a pit stop at Nialls to eat, Harry also wanted to brush his teeth since he didn't have the chance, and took a extra hour to get there. When they got there around 10:45 the party was just starting to get amped up. The music was getting louder by the minute and there were plenty of people already there.

"Louis who all did you invite?" Zayn asks.

"I said it was open invite and bring all your friends, I swear nothing else."

"Did you say you were going to host some sort of strip contest again?" He frowns.

"Um maybe," Louis says getting out of the Range Rover. The boys rolled their eyes and Harry was just left puzzled. He hoped Louis wouldn't strip for anyone. Well maybe his dirty little secret was he hoped it would be him he would strip for. Harry decided he shouldn't think like that and scolded himself for doing so. "Babe... why are you look embarrassed?"

"Oh, um, psh, nothing!" Harry blushed.

"Oh really? It doesn't have to do with the fact that I was talking about stripping?" Louis bites his lips and winks at the boy.

"Uh-not at all!"

"Mhmm sure," The older boy smiles and continues to walk. Harry lets out a deep breath and follows behind him. He has liked this boy for almost three years and he was finally dating him. It was different than he expected, but he didn't mind at all honestly. Louis was a just a little more... sexual than Harry knew. And Harry wasn't really a sexual guy.

"Harry! That's your name right?" A blue haired teenager slurs at him. Harry's friends, including his boyfriend, entered the house without him. The older boy stopped and looked at him confused. The boy felt uncomfortable that he knew Louis watched him talk to a girl who was topless, but he tried to ignore it.

"That's me."

"Oh my god everyone was right! Youre so hot!" She yells over the music.

"Thanks. You too I guess," Harry was trying to be friendly but could tell Louis was getting annoyed. The other boys had vanished from his sight. "I'm sorry but I have to go."

"If you want to have fun later just hit me up! I have a few ideas," The drunk girl flirts. Harry cringes and scurries off to his date.

"Who the fuck was she?" Louis scoffs taking a large sip of who knows what.

Harry takes the solo cup from the other boys hand, "I have no idea. Just some poor drunk girl who knew my name. You don't need to get upset about it."

"Well when a chick with her boobs hanging out gets all up in your face it bugs me. I know we're dating but your bi, so you might still be interested," The boy watched Harry finish off the solo cup. "Damn Styles, maybe your the one who needs to calm down."

"What do you mean?" He raises a brow. Harry was disappointed that Louis thought he would go for someone like that.

"I didn't know you could drink like that, you finished my cup."

The boy looks down at the empty cup, "Oh. Well when I was younger I used to break into my moms stash of liquor. She barely drinks so she never noticed."

"Do you drink often?" The older boy questions.

"Not anymore. I went through a hard time during freshmen year and I drank a lot, but I promise I don't now."

"If you drank so much how are you fit as fuck?" More and more questions, Harry thought. He didn't mind only because it was Louis, he had trouble talking about his past though.

"Liam, Niall, and I go to the gym a lot," He simply stated. His partner nodded before grabbing them more drinks.

"Just take it easy okay? I don't want you drunk and throwing up. Don't want you to have bad breath for when we're kissing later." Harry blushed but nods.

After chatting for a while the party got more and more crowded. The boy was greeted by more and more people so Louis got angry and told him he was going to find Zayn, leaving the boy with the two sluttly dressed girls who were hitting on him. The young boy drank some more and listened to them ramble about stupid things he could honestly care less about. They convinced Harry to dance with them and he actually enjoyed himself. So, after dancing for quite a bit he ran into Jess.

"Harry! I'm so glad you could make it!" She giggled. Jess seemed like that 'I'd do anything I'm so drunk!' kind of person. Harry didn't know what kind of drunk he was, because he's only been drunk by himself. The boy only knew that he was considered 'cute and giggly' when he was tipsy because of Niall. He was completely aware that he reached his sober limit though. So much for not getting drunk.

"Hey Jess, how are you?" Harry slurred. Oh his thoughts were racing. He hadn't been like this in forever, and being in this environment made him want to do things with people. Not good things either. He knew he should find Louis.

"I'm good. We were about to play a game, are you up for it!" She shouts over the music. The now drunk boy examined her short shorts and tiny top. He liked what he saw.

"Yeah, let's go." The boy pushed through the crowd with her until the reached a room the looked as if it was a cool man cave. They sat on one of the many couches in the room. Harry thought it was odd that there were four sofas in one room.

"Okay so everyone needs to write their name on the clipboard over there, are we all capable of writing? I don't think I am!" A muscular boy laughs. Harry remembered that he was on Louis soccer team. Louis.. Where was he?

"Harry, I'll write your name in the list too!" Jess proclaimed.

"Mkay."

"Does everyone know the rules? There pretty simple." The boy speaks up again.

"Wait what are we even having a conest over?" Harry chuckles while taking a sip of beer.

"An annual strip contest Louis Tomlinson host every year. Are you too chicken to stay or all in dude," He challenges. This boy knew Harry as a shy, self-conserved boy. Everything he was last year.

Harry smirked, "Who's first?"