Polite//l.s

Twenty Five

Louis

"Hey, mate," Zayn tapped my shoulder, his words slightly slurred.

"What Zayn?" I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated, "I'm busy," I had been looking for Harry all night.

I left him for 5 god damn minutes and he disappears. I don't trust him alone at this party. Someone might make him do cocaine or something, Jesus Christ.

"Harry's downstairs," he pointed to a wooden door that blends in with the wall, "It's really funny, you should see it," Zayn burst into a fit of giggles and scuffled off.

I darted for the basement, I hadn't drank at all; knowing that Harry wouldn't like any of the hard-liquor they usually have at these parties.

Entering the room, I could tell the walls were sound-proof down here. You could barely hear the blaring music from upstairs.

Instead of the pounding bass of the party remix, a piano rang loudly through the basement, people shouting lyrics to a song.

I pushed my way through the group surrounding the piano, finding Harry.

He sat at the piano, wildly hitting the notes of a song. Harry was shouting the lyrics wit the rest of the group. The song sounded really good, but why?

My eyes widened as I realized Harry was fucking drunk. He was drunk off his ass.

"I found a cello!" Someone shouted from the entrance.

The piano cut off and everyone cheered as Harry moved to a chair in the middle of the room, laughing with the other intoxicated people.

"I don't know any cello songs with words!" He yelled, laughing again. Everyone cheered him on anyways as he positioned the instrument in between his legs and began playing a fast-paced song.

People began shouting and river dancing and recording. I knew it was time to intervene. I should have stopped him when I saw him.

I made my way to the front of the mob right in front of the lad.

"Louis!" He shouted when he saw me, abandoning the instrument into the arms of one of the bystanders. "I haven't seen you all night!" He threw himself into my chest, wrapping his arms around me.

"I've been looking for your ass all night," I tried to lead him to the door, but he pulled away.

"I don't have an ass! I don't raise farm animals!" He giggled cutely before cracking his knuckles to turn around, another drink being placed in his hands.

"Harry, you need to lie down or something," I tried to lead him away from the group again, but he protested, saying he was having fun.

"Alright," I mumbled taking his drink from him and setting it down on the coffee table.

"Hey!" He tried to reach for it, but I cut him off by throwing his skinny body over my shoulder.

Harry squealed and began laughing, his hands gripping the material of my shirt. "Louis! Don't drop me!"

I huffed at his adorableness, taking him upstairs to tell Gemma and Zayn that we're leaving.

I only found Gemma, she was in the kitchen playing beer pong. "Hey, Harry has had waayyyyy too much to drink, I'm calling a cab and going home,"

"Here, take my car," she handed me the keys, "I'm too drunk to drive anyways," she laughed before adding, "Have him stay with you tonight,"

"Bye Gemmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaa!" Harry called out loudly as I took him outside. She laughed and yelled back in the same way. Drunk siblings.