Liams POV:
We were at a club tonight, celebrating the finish of writing a new song. It had been weeks since Harry had confronted me about the one night stand we had. It was beginning to feel like it had never happened, like it had all been some dream, or a distant memory of his childhood.
We were all at a table, checking out the dancing girls. Well, the other boys were. I was mainly checking out Harry. My feelings for the younger lad had not faded in the least, even though I had gotten drunk and got laid more times then I could count since I had sex with Harry. I was in the middle of admiring the way Harrys dimples flashed whenever Louis told them all a random joke that he had told us all a million times before whenever he gets drunk.
"Why didn't the turkey cross the road?" Louis slurred, laughing already before he even got the punch line out.
"Why?" Niall and Zayn said simultaneously
"Because he wasn't a chicken!" Louis yelled
"Mate, that was awful" Niall said through laughter.
Niall was probably the most sober out of all of us, even though he had drank just as much as the rest us. Niall was in the middle of asking me if being with Danielle had changed my preference on girls with curly hair. My eyes flashed to Harry for a split second before I answered that no, it had not changed my preference at all. I quickly got up, pushed through the group of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and made my way to the bar.
"Whatcha drinkin' mate?" the bartender asked
"Whatever will get me so drunk that I won't remember what happens tonight" I said with a wink
"I think I have just what you're looking for" he said with a laugh as he walked off to make the drink.
I quickly looked around the club and spotted the curly hair I had been looking for. He smiled at me and started walking towards me. I turned around just in time to see the bartender hand me my drink. I quickly gulped down the bitter substance and it instantly made my throat light on fire. I turned and saw that Harry was almost to the bar, I instantly turned back around and grabbed the t-shirt of the bartender and crashed my lips to his. Not surprisingly, I didnt like his lips, they were rough, chapped, and somehow greasy all at the same time. I turned and saw that Harry wasnt there anymore, I felt bad so I decided to leave the club. I paid for my drink and made my way towads the door without even looking at the bartender again. On my way to the door I passed by Niall.
"Where did Harry go?" I asked
"He left, said he wasnt feeling well" Niall yelled. His accent had gotten stronger since he was drunk and it took me a few seconds to process everything that he had said.
"Ugh, fuck!" I yelled, I knew I had been the cause of Harry leaving. Though I didnt know why 'cause he was the one who was supposed to be straight. Nialls eyes widened a bit at the use of the cuss word, but I didnt care. I quickly grabbed Nialls drink, which thankfully he had just gotten so it was full, and chugged it down. The drink seemed stronger then the one I had gotten at the bar. I threw the empty glass back at Niall and stumbled towards the door. The second I was out of the club and the cold air hit me I instantly sobered up a bit. I was about to get a cab when i decided to walk home, theres no way I wouldve even been able to tell the cabby my address without slurring and being incredibly annoying. I was halfway home when I turned a corner and saw none other then Harry stumbling before me. I was curious as why he was going this way when his flat was in the other direction. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He was giggling and fell into me,
"Heyyyyyy Li! I wers just thinkin' aboutcha" he slurred.
"Okay Harry, lets just get you back to my flat okay?" i said
"What? You gonna 'make a mess upon my innocence' again Lili?" he said.
I just laughed bitterly at the song quote but ignored his question otherwise. Seeing Harry had sobered me up quite a bit and i now trusted myself to be able to get a cab. I just hoped that no one had gotten a picture of any of this, the magazines would have a field day if they got pictures of this so they could pay some random lady to say that Harry had peed on her lawn while under the influence. I got in the cab and told the man where to go.
Harry had always been a handsy drunk but right now he was getting more and more touchy as the cab ride went on. It first started with him poking at my cheeks and "fixing" my hair, but it soon led to him leaving his fingers a little too long on my waist, or drawing circles on my skin where my shirt had ridden up and my jeans were laying low. On any other occasion i would have been glad and loved him touching me, but i knew he was too drunk out of his mind for me to take advantage of the situation. We got out of the cab and I quickly paid, I made my way to my door and got out my key, as I was slipping the key into the slot i felt Harrys broad chest on my back. I felt the warmth radiating off him and it made me weak in my knees, he put his large hands on my waist and rested his forehead against the back of my neck. Feeling his warmth was almost intoxicating and I couldn't handle being around him anymore. I almost fell into my flat and in one swift motion unlatched his hands from my waist and ran into the kitchen. I heard him shut the door behind us and walk into the kitchen behind me. I grabbed him a glass of water and handed him it.
"So, do you want to go to bed or do you want to watch TV?" I asked awkwardly
"Go to bed" he said while wiggling his eyebrow
"Okay, well, you know where the guest room is.. so, I'm just gonna go to my room" I dont know why I was being so awkward, I'm usually not this awkward around any of the boys. I left Harry there and walked up to my room, i pulled off my shirt and jeans and threw them into a corner, I would have to wash those tomorrow. I heard a knock on my door so I went and opened it, I was immediatly pushed back into the wall with soft lips on mine.
