Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 4

Louis' POV

He put his phone in his pocket and turned round to see me, instantly flashing that smile of his.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." I replied.

"Louis, isn't it?" Oh my god he said my name again. "Why aren't you over by the alcohol?"

"I dunno... never tried it to be honest." I sighed.

"You should try it - who knows, you may be surprised."

"Sorry, but, I didn't catch your name?" I frowned questionably.

"Oh, yeah sorry." He giggled. "It's Harry. Harry Styels."

Wow. That is one amazing name. "Why don't we go and have a drink? See what you like."

"I'm not sure..."

"C'mon. Do it with me. I'll be right here." At this, I smiled and walked to the other side of the hall with him.

Harry's POV

I pocketed my phone and turned to face this imposer. To my surprise, I didn't recognise him - at first. Then he said 'Hi', and I could tell by the voice it was that guy called Louis Tomlinsom. He was the one those twats beat up the other night.

We walked over to the other side of the hall, where it was packed. I squeezed through and grabbed a couple of beers, handing one to Louis.

"Do you like this?" I asked as he took a sip. He screwed up his face.

"That's grotesque..." He put the beer down and reluctantly swallowed what he sipped.

"Hahah... try this." I handed him drink after drink, and after what seemed like ages, there was only one left to taste - and I knew it wouldn't be successful. I tried anyway, pouring out a couple of vodka shots.

"There's not much in there, is there?" Louis winked.

"That's how it's meant to be. You have to swallow it or you'll hate it." I gave him a tip.

"Okay... here goes." He braced himself.

"3...2...1... GO!" We both downed our shots. He screwed up his face immediately and waved a hand in front of his mouth, and then, shockingly, he started to relax.

"You know..." Louis said, making tapping noises with his tongue (OH MY GOD HIS TONGUE), "It's not that bad."

I smiled, showing my teeth again. For some reason, only he had that desired affect on me, and I succumbed to it. I looked up into his twinkling eyes, then to his amazing hair... down to his chest-

WOAH WOAH WOAH, what am I doing?! Am I checking this guy out?

My phone was vibrating. I hoped it would only vibrate once to let me know it was a text, but it kept on vibrating. "Can you pour them? I've got to answer this." Louis nodded. I went outside the fire exit to answer my phone. It was eerily quiet out here.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Harry, I hate you. Not only did you cheat on me, you didn't tell me, and it was my fucking best friend. It's over, and we're never getting back together - no way, not this time-"

I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up. I was slightly relieved, because she was just a bit of skirt, really, but we were best friends before that so this girl meant something to me. I felt tears sting my eyes. Then someone stepped outside the fire exit and put a hand on my shoulder. Then I heard a door slam.

"Oh shit, now we have to go all the way round..." It was Louis. I laughed at this fail. He turned me round and then looked down into my eyes., which were glistening with tears. Something about Louis then made them fall. "We could stay out here for a bit." He suggested, but when he saw that I was crying he pulled me into a tight hug.

After a couple of minutes I realised this was no ordinary hug. My arms were round his waist and his hands were massaging my back. I slightly pulled away and looked up at him, so very close. We were breathing on each other, and for some reason that turned me on. He turned me on.

I edged slowly forward, my lips just a few centimetres from his, both pushed up against the wall, and he licked his lips and we both cocked our heads to the right so our noses wouldn't collide and-

Louis' point of view

Liam burst through the fire exit and saw Harry and me pushed up against the wall.

"Oi, get the fuck off of him, now!" He pulled us apart, our lips torn away from each other and he gave Harry and almighty shove, and he fell on the grass.

"Liam, you twat!" I shouted at him, letting my emotions run wild. At this moment a crowd had gathered and someone had stopped the music. Harry stood up, looked down at himself (dripping wet with grass stains) and looked at everyone staring at him. I could see his eyes glistening again and then he walked off down the side of the building.

I shook my head disbelievingly at Liam and jogged over to Harry to catch up with his fast pace.