fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Twenty-Two

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Mood: Adore You by Miley Cryus

The ball dropped, signaling a new year. Taylor grabbed him and kissed him eagerly. Harry's mind was blank. He couldn't believe what he just saw. The gears in his brain started turning and he kissed back Taylor, mainly because he was supposed to be happy. 

He wasn't happy. If anything, he hated that Liam bloke more. Taylor pulled away, a smile pulling on her lips. 

"Just have fun." She whispers, before leaning in to kiss him again. 

****

Harry stumbled into his hotel room, his mind foggy. He could hear his family laughing behind him, making their way to their own rooms. Harry closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall. It was past four in the morning and he needed sleep because he had a plane to catch in a few hours. He threw himself backwards onto the mattress and pulled out his phone. 

He dialed Zayn's number and he answered after the third ring. 

"What?" He sounded grumpy. Harry remembered he was somewhere where it was probably only past one. Timezone's were killer. 

"Hey, Zi, it's me." Harry slurs, alcohol burning through his system. 

"Oh, hey babes what's up?" 

"If your boyfriend dances with his ex boyfriend does that count as cheating?" Harry asks, twirling a piece of hair. He needed to cut it.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Zayn grumbles. Harry can hear shuffling as if he was sitting up in bed.

"I'm saying that I saw a picture of Louis dancing with his ex boyfriend and I don't know what to make of it." Harry replies.

"Are you drunk?" Zayn asks instead.

 "Yes. That's beside the point, Z." Harry says yawning.

"I don't know! But remember I told you not to come crying to me when he breaks your heart. Now leave me alone I need my beauty sleep. Goodnight babes." With that he hangs up. Harry pouts and tosses his phone next to him and sighs. He couldn't think properly. Maybe a good nights sleep will help.

****

 Louis woke with a killer headache. He groaned, sitting up in his bed. The sudden motion left him dizzy. 

 "Fuck." He groans, throwing his legs over the edge of his bed. The clock on his nightstand read 10:37 am. He huffed and stood up, stretching. He was still fully clothed, his Vans still on. His stomach lurched and he barely made it to the bathroom before the contents of last night came up. 

He wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet, standing and discarding his clothes. He took a quick shower, hoping that the hot water will relax him. He couldn't remember a single thing that happened last night. It was a blur of flashing lights and sweaty bodies. 

He turned off the shower and stepped out, leaving the towel wrapped around his waist. He slipped into a pair of sweats and left the bedroom. The flat was quiet, maybe Eleanor had already gone to work. He tapped on her bedroom door, earning no response. He opened the door to find Eleanor passed out on her bed, fully clothed just as Louis was. She was tucked lightly under the arms of Alice. 

Louis hummed in apprehension before walking over to them. He smiled and grabbed a pillow, smacking her head roughly. 

"Get up, twat." He says raising his voice. Eleanor groaned, throwing her fist, landing it right on Louis' groin. 

"Shit." Louis squeaked, running out of the bedroom before she could cause anymore harm to his unborn babies. 

He made some tea, grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to Harry. 

Louis: Last night would've been better if you were here. 

He expects a response, but doesn't get one. He presumes he hasn't woken up yet. It was probably the time zones. What time would it be in New York right now?

He shrugged it off and grabbed a mug, pouring his tea. Eleanor came out of her room a few minutes later, mumbling to herself. 

"Take a shower. You smell like vomit." Louis says as he passes her on his way to his bedroom. She gives him the bird before grabbing two cups of tea. 

Louis sits on his bed, scrolling through his phone as he waits for a reply from Harry. 

It doesn't come in until two hours later. 

Harry: I bet you had a /horrible/ time didn't you?

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. What the fuck was he on about? 

Louis: I mean, I guess it was okay. I really don't remember what happened. 

Harry: Oh stop trying to act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

Louis: What? Are you okay?

Harry: *image sent*

Louis gasped. The picture was of Louis and Liam last night. They were dancing. And in no way was it appropriate. He definitely doesn't remember this happening. He notices it was posted on Liam's instagram. 

Louis: I don't remember that happening. Harry I swear I don't remember. I was drunk.

Harry: So was I but you don't see me going around dancing with random people. Especially not like that!

Louis: I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to do that.

Harry: Do you still like him? Because if you do I don't want to be wasting my time if you don't even care about me. 

Louis: Of course I don't like him like that anymore! We broke up over four months ago! I love you now. He's just a friend. And last night was never supposed to happen!

Harry: I don't know if you do Louis. This is the same shit that happened to me last time and I sure as hell don't want to repeat that. 

Louis felt tears prick at his eyes, as he read the text over again. He sniffled and was about to type back when Harry answered again. 

Harry: I need to go. Give me some time to think. Bye. 

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