I Want to Believe In Me (AU Larry Stylinson and Ziall Horlik)

Chapter 16 x

[Harry’s POV]

After I got out of the shower, I went downstairs to notice Louis was waiting for me on the couch. He had a beanie on and some dark skinnies with a red top.

“Well you’re fast,” I said simply.

“No Curly, you’re just slow,” he retorted back. I kept my mouth shut because I had no patience for Louis’ stupidity. I just wanted him to get his booze then pass out when he was too drunk to function.

“Whatever, are we going to the store or not?” I asked as I went to the garage. Luckily Niall, Zayn, and Paul took the SUV which left Louis and me with the convertible. It was black and sleek; a real beauty.

“Jeez Harry,” Louis said as we piled into the car, “why are you in such a rush?”

“I dunno. I just don’t want to be out too long.”

“Whatever,” Louis said with a shrug.

I strapped in my seatbelt and waited for Louis to do the same.

“Well?” I gestured at his body.

“Well what?” Louis asked innocently.

“Put on your seatbelt.”

“Why should I do that mom?”

I swear, Louis had an attitude problem and I really want to slap him again. I took a deep breath and controlled myself. I knew I had to be patient with Louis because he was, well, to put it simply, an ass hole.

“Louis, put on the damn seatbelt. It’s for your own safety. Please,” I seethed the last word from between my teeth. Louis just sat there looking smug as usual.

“Well since you said please,” as he strapped in. I pulled out of the garage and started driving towards the nearest gas station in town to get Louis some booze. As we were driving I flipped on the radio and it just so happened to be some Ariana Grande. I really loved her song.

“What the hell is this?” Louis spat as the song began to play.

“It’s called ‘The Way’ by Ariana Grande,” I said smoothly as I drove down the road.

“Yuck. Change it.” Louis went to reach for the dial but I grabbed his hand and put it firmly back in his lap.

“For starters, you can ask politely. Use those things, what are they called, oh manners,” I said as I laid on some thick sarcasm. Louis rolled his eyes so I continued. “Secondly, I like this song. When it’s over, you can pick the next song. Okay?”

Louis looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, but then I heard the radio change. I looked at him, because I just couldn’t believe him sometimes. He still had a smile plastered on his face.

“Or not.”

I fumed. I drove the rest of the way to the gas station listening to some rubbish on the radio. Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad, but I just didn’t want to listen to it.

I pulled into the parking lot and hopped out. The place wasn’t abandoned; it only had about ten people or so. I waited for Louis to get out as well and proceeded to trail in behind him as we made our way to the liquor cooler.

“So Harry, what do you want?” Louis asked as he peered at the different alcohols.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled.

“Right, right you’ve never had a drink.” Louis then began to snicker. I flashed him a glare, but that didn’t stop him.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I protested.