When The Truth Hurts

Drunk Sex

(Harry's POV)

Once I reached the club, the cold air outside, changed to the muggy thick sweat in the building.

I had to get my mind off of everything that was going on.

Louis and Eleanor "datin, left me on my own in the media. In the back of my mind I knew Louis loved me.. But I can't handle the stress to come with paps.

I walked through the crowded room, ignoring the drunken women clawing at me. Once I reached the bar, I asked for four shots.

"You here alone?" I heard a feminine voice coo from behind me. I had downed my first three shots already and the affects were working just like they needed to.

I swiveled on my bar stool to face her, she was your typical bar whore. "Mm.. Depends on who's asking.." I replied with a smirk.

I finished my fourth shot, hoping to forget my morals and have a go with this blonde.

Her hand found its way up my thigh as our lips drunkenly connected. Somehow the thought of Louis, entered my thoughts causing me to push her away.

I rubbed my eyes, and let out a loud grunt. "What's your deal?" She rudely questioned. I can't do this.

My love is truly for Louis. I'm overreacting, there's no way he has feelings for Elizabeth.

I mean, Eleanor.

"Come on.. Just have some fun.." She teased swirling her finger though my curls. She practically forced the extra shots upon me, and before I knew it I was following her to the bathroom.

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Once inside the stall, I managed to pin her against one of the walls.

Sliding her tight dress up, I forcefully pushed down my pants letting my member be free from the restriction my underwear caused.

As her hands were tangled into my curls, I quickly entered her wetness.

"Ugh,God!" My thrusts quickened, as I held her body against the cold bathroom wall. Our moans were mixed, and almost overpowering the music blaring from inside the club.

My breathing hitched, and all I could picture was Louis being in the place of this trashy blonde. I was climaxing, more so because my thoughts were centered around Louis.

"Oh god, Lou!" I moaned as I released my warmth inside of her. Opening my eyes, I looked at her in confusion. She wasn't Louis. I pulled away from her and she filled me with questions I couldn't grasp. I quickly pulled up my pants and exited the bathroom.

As I staggered through the loud crowd, I felt buzzing in my back pocket. I patted my pocket, realizing it was my phone.

I was too drunk to operate my phone, so I ignored it and waved for a taxi.

I just wanted to get home. I couldn't stand being in my own skin. Had I really just stooped that low?

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"Come on.." I muttered as I fumbled with the keys. I was too drunk to insert the key. To my surprise, the door opened up. I was quite proud to find that I unlocked the door without a key..

That is until I saw Louis behind the opening door.

I refused to make eye contact, I just couldn't.

"Harry.. Where have you been?" his voice cracked, which signaled his worry.

"I didn't realize that was part of your business" I slurred whilst staggering through the door and into the living room.

Louis followed closely behind me, concern plastering his defined face. Slumping on the couch, I began taking off my clothes. I'm not sure how.. But I was eventually down to my socks and slightly stained boxers.

"Harry" Louis began, concentrating on his fingers. His blurry figure kneeled across from me.

"Can you tell me what you did?"

"Well.. It's actually a funny story" i slurred, trying to see him through my half closed eyes

" I got it in with a girl.." by now I was drunkenly laughing. "but I pictured it being you!"

After my laughing fit, I looked to Louis who had tears forming in his eyes.

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(Louis' POV"

"Well, It's actually a funny story!" Harry slurred, now drooling. The others had decided not to wait up for him. As for me, there'd be no way I'd go to be without him being safely home.

"I got it in with a girl, but pictured it was you!" Harry said through laughter. I pursed my lips, as I looked at him in disbelief.

Had he really done that? Or was he just drunk? My eye has began to water, but I chose to shake it off.

"Come on,Harry. Get up.. You need to go to sleep" I said, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to his bed room.

"I want to sleep with you Lou.." He mumbled. He had done enough "sleeping" around. I wanted anything but to be in the same bed as him right now.

The thought made me sick. "No." I sternly said and pulled him away from the door to my room.

I successfully lead him to HIS room, and tucked him under the covers.

"I love you Lou" Harry slurred, while wrapping his arms around my neck.

He was filthy and drunk, and it broke my heart to push him away.

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I rubbed my face and tried to ignore the events that just occurred.

I slid under my sheets, and reached for my phone.

(1 New Message From: Eleanor Calder)

Eleanor Calder: Hey, I had fun tonight. Can't wait for what tomorrow brings us!

I ignored her text and set my phone aside. I was bothered by the fact that I actually might fancy El. She was beautiful, but the fact was she was a cover up hurt me. She was being PAID to "love" me.

It hurt, but this is my job.

Tomorrow we'd officially come out as Elounor.

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