Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 36 - Louis

"I need another drink," I say, leaving Niall and Liam at the table.

"Be back quick," Niall says but I don't even look back at him. I make my way to the bar and order myself a shot of tequila. The bartender gives me a concerned look- it's my sixth one already. I down the drink and call for another, placing a handful of notes on the counter top. I down that one too. The bartender hands me another.

"I didn't order another one," I frown.

"You have an admirer," the bartender says, pointing to a dark haired bloke at the end of the bar.

He gives me a small smile and waves.

I roll my eyes at him and he just laughs. "Whatever. I have a boyfriend anyways," I mutter, "thanks for the free drink."

"Then what are you doing here, all alone?" the man says, smirking. "Where's your little boyfriend?"

I roll my eyes at him once more and give him the finger. I down the drink on the way back to the table.

Niall flicks a peanut at me as soon as I sit down in the booth. "Christ, mate. How many shots have you had? I'm surprise you made it back in one piece."

I smile, my eyes teary. "Ugff," I manage to choke out. I catch Liam raising his eyebrows and Niall winces.

"That's it, mate. I gotta take you back."

"Mhm," I place my hand on Niall's chest. "Harry can take me back," I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I'm clearly intoxicated. My bones feel like jelly, and my head feels fuzzy. I didn't know that the tequila was that strong.

"Harry's... uh, he isn't here at the moment," Niall says awkwardly, pushing me off. "You stink. Did you throw up or something?"

"Can't remember," I mutter, pulling my eyes away from his. I look at his crotch and smirk. "Is it hot in here or what?"

"Wh-what?" Niall stutters, giving Liam a panicked look. Liam nods and pulls out his phone. I look back at Niall and smile sweetly, hiccuping at the same time.

"Yeah," I sigh, "It is hot in here hmm?" I roll my head back, and the room starts filling up with swirls and patterns. The floor shifts under my feet and I fall, on top of Niall.

"Woah, mate. You alright? Should have watch the drinks."

"Why watch drinks, uff," I place my hand on his chest, dragging it down slowly to his stomach. "When I can watch you."

"Uh Louis-"

"It's too hot in here," I pull my shirt over my head with one swift move and bat my eyelashes at Niall, grinning cheekily. "That's better.

"H-hey mate, l-let's get you back home."

"But I'm having so much fun," I say, still on top of him. I don't think anyone else can see us from here, apart from Liam, that is. The booth is hidden by a wall and a potted plant.

I sling my shirt around his neck and pull him towards me, our face inches apart.

"C'mon Lou, stop acting like this," Niall says nervously, and tries to push me off again.

I don't budge. "I like how you call me Lou. Harry used to call me that," I smile lopsidedly. "Used to. Now, he's with that blonde bitch..." I ramble.

"Lou, uh, I mean, Louis. You and I both know that she's a cover up," Niall says.

I roll my eyes. "Cover up my big fat arse. I saw pictures of them holding hands over the table," I growl, pressing myself down on Niall. I close my eyes. "Harry gets what he deserves."

"What... what are you doing, Louis?" Niall asks with widen eyes. He's paralysed, just how I want him to be. I start to move my hips, letting the colours take over me. "Liam! Help!"

I feel myself being lifted into the air by two large, strong hands. I turn around to find Liam's angry yet concerned face looking at me.

I smirk. "Do you want a go at me too, mate?"

Liam shakes his head. "C'mon Louis. We should go," he starts dragging me towards the exit. Niall follows behind, avoiding eye contact with me.

The lights become brighter and they start to blink, like a million stars at once.

"Shit!" Liam curses under his breath. "The paps."

"Paps? Pops? I wanna feel your big fat cock," I grin, burying my head in Liam's neck as he carries me towards the car. I feel the bile rise in my stomach and up my throat as I throw up down Liam's back.

"Oh god, mate, fuck this." Liam cusses.

Niall stuffs his hands in his pockets and quickens his pace. Liam throws me into the backseat and Niall gets into the passenger. The flashing lights disappears and once again, I see pink and purple swirls and dots.

"We're going to be in deep trouble if management found out we snuck out to club and got you drunk," Liam says as Niall starts the engine.

"Ughf," I groan, flipping over. "Tummy doesn't feel good," I say, coughing.

"What the hell did you drink?" Liam asks, raising his voice. They sound a little too loud, pounding against my skull.

"I drunk... Harry." I smile at that thought. "That's why my stomach hurts. He's too hot."

Niall mumbles a string of cusses as he speeds up. "What the fuck is wrong with half of my otp."

"Otp..." I laugh. "I need to pee."

"God, you're worst than Harry," Niall grumbles.

"I peed on Harry's shoes," I laugh again, almost hitting my head on the door as Niall swerves a corner.

The next thing I know, I'm being carried again, into the hotel. Liam brings me up a flight of stairs, muttering something about my weight. I want to throw up on him again, that little shit.

"Bring me Harry," I mumble, playing with Liam's quiff. "Please Lima Bean," I pinch his nose. "Harry smells better than you, stinky poo," I cover his face with my hand. He groans and pushes my hand away. "Fine, fine. I'll take you to his room." I smile at Niall who's walking behind us, his eyes still trained at the ground.

"Card's in me pocket," I say and Liam pulls the key card out, swiping it on the sensor. The door opens with a small click. "Put me down."

"God, you're bossy when you're drunk, and gross," Liam scowls, but sets me down anyways. I stumble through the room but stop when I see him. The love of my life, Harry Edward Styles, with his arm around that bitch.

I throw up again.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Drunk Louis is cute. Tell me what you think in the comments! Next chapter's gonna be a big one! xoxo

-R