smut, ya hear? - one direction

don't party too hard - larry [fluff/smut] - part uno

"Louis, come one let's go now. You're really drunk and we have to get up early tomorrow for that GQ photo shoot. Now do you really want to be drunk for that? Think hard about it Boo Bear." Harry tries to coax his boyfriend from the latest party they were invited to.

Sober, Louis is the best boyfriend that anyone can ask for. He's such a gentleman and allows Harry to always have his way, for he is the younger one after all. With that being said, Harry is also very loving to his older boyfriend. He doesn't drink at parties because he has to drive a drunk Louis home. He doesn't mind usually because he isn't an avid drinker, but there are times where he wishes that Louis would offer to be the responsible one for once.

"No Harry, can I just have one more drink? By the way, I think that girl over there is staring at you. Why don't you go chat her up so I can dance a little bit more?" Louis drunkenly offers to his boyfriend.

At that moment, Harry realized that he's had enough with his boyfriend's alcohol addiction. He came to the conclusion that Louis doesn't really care about him because he's offering him to another person, a girl as a matter of fact. Up till today Harry promised to stay faithful to his other half, but that's all going to change.

"Okay Lou, you stay and dance, I'm going to go talk to that pretty brunette. Just remember that if I go with that girl, this relationship is over. I'm sick of you drinking at every single party and only thinking about yourself. I love you Louis but I'm done." Harry confesses to his drunk boyfriend.

By the look on Louis' face, he probably wasn't even paying attention throughout his little speech. That was Harry's way of begging Louis to take him into his arms and promise him that he's never going to let him go, but that obviously didn't happen.

Harry takes a deep breath, grabs a beer from a table, and starts to head over to the brunette. He admits that she's absolutely breathtaking but she's not Louis. She has the same eyes as his boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, as he should say now.

"Hi, I'm Harry. What's your name gorgeous?" Harry shamelessly flirt, trying to remember all of his old tricks before Louis came around.

"I'm Cyder. I know who you are from the magazines, which means I also know you have a boyfriend. Why flirt with me while you're dating him?" She curiously asks him, no harm in the question.

"Because he's being such a dickhead right now. I allow him to come to these parties because it's where he has fun, but he always makes me the responsible one. Given I don't usually drink but it would be nice for him to offer that once and a while you know?" He question her.

Harry found that Cyder is actually really easy to talk to about the dull relationship between the two boys. She has a gay brother who is kind of going through the same thing so giving Harry advice was no problem. The two talked for what seemed like hours, but was really only fifteen minutes.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" That familiar Doncaster boy asks Harry from behind the little bar counter.

"I'm doing exactly what you told me to do. I'm talking to Cyder, this lovely girl who actually respects me. Here's some money for a cab and I'll be back at the house later. I'll be out by tomorrow morning so you can keep the house." Harry instructs the older boy.

It really should be the other way around, but it isn't. Unwillingly Louis takes the money and drags his feet to the exit of the venue that this party was held at.

*****

A now sober Louis is quickly pacing back and forth in his kitchen, anxiously waiting the return of Harry. He can't understand how stupid he's been for treating Harry like complete crap. If Harry's not back soon, Louis is going to walk his way down to the center of the earth.