fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Thirty-Six

Mood: Prom Night by Jeffree Star

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When the concert finished, Harry was still a hyperactive mess and he said he wanted to go clubbing. Louis and Eleanor didn't disagree and within an hour they were making their way through a sea of bodies and towards the bar.

Everyone seemed to know Harry and the bartenders almost fought over who got to talk to him. Harry paid no mind to the attention; he was watching the way Louis was dancing with Eleanor.

He knew there was nothing going on between them, but it hurt that he couldn't dance with him like they were. He shook his head, downing his vodka tonic, the alcohol burning his throat. He blinked quickly, turning to the bartender and ordering another.

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Louis was piss drunk less than three hours later. It was past midnight and his feet couldn't find their footing. Eleanor had left about half an hour ago, something about wanting to Skype with Alice and she called a cab and was gone.

Louis was pushing his way through the bodies of people, trying to find Harry in this mess. The music was defining, a Rihanna remix blasting through the speakers.

Louis finally found Harry, sitting alone on one of the barstools, drinking a plain beer. Louis made his way towards him, smiling at him before taking a seat. He ordered a cranberry vodka tonic before turning his full attention back to Harry.

"Hey." The boy barely smiled at him. Louis frowned.

"What's wrong, love?" Louis slurs, wanting to lean over and kiss him, but in the back of his mind he knew he couldn't.

"Nothing. I'm just sad." Harry says and Louis furrows his eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Because I can't love you in public. All because of my assholes of a management." Harry slurs.

"Well, forget about them. Come and dance with me." Louis suggests, standing up from the stool, downing his drink quickly and grips Harry's arm.

"We can't--"

"Everyone here is drunk as fuck. Come on."

Louis pulls him off the stool and drags him to the dance floor. Harry doesn't resist, instead gripping Louis' hips and grinding against him.

Harry drunkenly smirked at him and dug his fingers into his hips. He couldn't help himself when his hands found their way to his arse, squeezing it roughly. Louis whines, low in his throat.

Harry comprehend much of what's happening other than the fact that Louis is swaying his hips in a way that should be considered sinful. He can't stop himself from leaning down and kissing him roughly.

Louis squeaks but kisses back, with such vigor and ardor its hard to keep up. Louis' hands wrap around Harry's neck and pull him impossibly closer.

The two boys don't notice how the people around him have stopped dancing and are staring at them with shocked expressions.

Then Harry remembers. He pulls away as if he's been electrocuted and sees everyone staring at them. Some have their phones out, snapping pictures and maybe even taking videos.

His eyes go comically wide and Louis gasps as reality dawns on him. He pushes past Harry without saying a word and runs outside, the cold January air hitting his face.

He leans against the wall of the club, breathing heavily. He noticed the small gathering of paparazzi outside the club, waiting for Harry to come out. Which happened a few seconds later, the taller lad making his way out of the club, his guards flanking him.

Harry spots Louis leaning against the wall and makes his way towards him.

"Come on." Harry mutters, not daring to look at him in his eyes. He's disappointed in himself. Disappointed that he can't keep himself together and that his career is most likely ruined.

Louis follows him glumly and they clamber into the back of a SUV and sit next to each other in silence. The driver starts to make his way back to the hotel.

Harry chews on his thumbnail, trying to figure out what to say, hey sorry but I might lose my job because I kissed you, that just didn't sound right.

"I'm sorry." Louis finally says and Harry looks at him with wide eyes.

"No, no, baby. It wasn't your fault. I'll fix this. Don't worry." Harry reassures him but Louis doesn't looked pleased.

"I just ruined your life," Louis slurs and closes his eyes, "because I'm a desperate idiot."

"Lou, baby. Princess, you didn't ruin my life. Okay? Don't think like that. Look at me." Louis opens his eyes, watery blue irises stare back at his green ones. Harry's breath hitches for a moment because wow even when he's crying, he's absolutely breathtaking.

"Princess, if anything, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't care what other people think. I wish I could come out to the world and tell everyone you're mine but I can't and if the world finds out I won't mind." Harry says, leaning over to kiss him quickly.

Louis sighs into the kiss, whispering I love you and other sweet nothings. Harry smiled and pulled away, leaning their foreheads together. Their breaths mingle, alcohol and mint filling their noses.

"So don't ever say you ruined my life, love, because you did quite the opposite." Harry whispers, attaching their lips again. They're nearing the hotel.

Harry smiles and kisses him again, this time rougher and with more passion. He could hear the driver in the front complaining but neither of them care.

Harry pushes Louis down, straddling him and Louis giggles, tugging on his curls softly.

He could basically hear the driver saying that he doesn't get paid enough for this. Harry laughs and continues to kiss Louis, peppering kisses on his face and erupting giggles from him.

When they pulled up to the hotel, Harry knew then. If the world were to know that he was in love with Louis, he would proudly wear his heart on his sleeve with not a single regret in mind.