presidential affairs → l.s

6

"You know a lot of people." I told Niall, shocked as four more people walked through the door.

The party started an hour ago and there's over a hundred people here. (And I may be slightly drunk. A little bit... I think)

"President! My mother LOVES you. Can I get a picture?" A college-looking guy asked, stumbling over to me. I raised my eyebrows, and leaned off of the counter I was leaning on.

"Uh, course. Tell her I said hi." I said, posing for the selfie. He threw his arm around me and snapped one before yelling in my ear: "Can you kiss me on the cheek?!" Shrugging, I nodded, slightly dazed and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He turned last second and snapped the picture - the exact second our lips met.

I gasped and went to pull away, only for him to pull be back by my neck. Being too drunk too care, I just started kissing back. (What is wrong with me? I don't know)

He ran his fingers through my hair and licked my bottom lip. I was going to open my mouth more until he was pulled off of me.

"Hey!" I whined, turning to the cockblock. Louis.

"What are you doing?!" Louis ask, snatching the guys phone out of his hand and tapping at it before throwing it back at him and shoving him away. He caught it and started giggling, obviously drunk as well, before walking off.

"Hey I was having fun." I complained. Louis stood in front of me. "You're the president Harry. No one knows you're gay, or bisexual, or whatever the fuck you are. He took a picture for fucks sake! What would've happened if I haven't came? That picture would be all over the bloody internet by tomorrow! Everyone would know!" He yelled at me, taking the cup of bud light out of my hand and angerly slamming it on the table.

I frowned and looked away from him, at the floor.

"Harry look at me." Louis, demanded and I gulped, slightly scared how scary he sounded.

"Lets go somewhere more quiet." He huffed, realizing I wasn't going to say anything. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down a hallway and to a locked door. He took a card out of his pocket and placed it between the door, unlocking it.

"Hey it's not nice to break into peoples houses!" I said, freaking out.

"Its Niall's room Harry, he doesn't care for shit." He responded, pulling me in and closing the door.

"You're too drunk. People are going to throw crap at you for this. You're the president you're not supposed to do things like this." I rolled my eyes, sitting on the edge of Niall's bed.

"Shhh you're not my dad. Why do you care so much anyway? We've only know each other for like, three days." I asked, letting out a quiet burp right after.

"Because I do. Now shut up and drink this. Now." He said, throwing a bottled water at me. I frowned but obeyed, chugging about 3/4 of the bottle before throwing it on the floor.

"Now lay down." Louis said, stepping closer to me. I leaned back until my back was flat against the bed, my knees hanging off of the bed, and kept eye contact with him.

I can feel myself sobering off slightly, so I leaned up so my shoulders were holding me up and stared at him.

Honestly though, I've never seen eyes that beautiful in real life.

"Fuck Harry." Louis muttered, and i was going to ask what he meant until he took two (short) strides toward me and slammed his lips against mine.

I gasped as he gripped both sides of my face, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he did so.