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

Chapter 18 x

Chapter 18

[Louis’ POV]

Alright, well um, Harry is a funny drunk.

After I gave Harry his first drink, I watched him guzzle it down with a painful face. I wanted to tell him that he needed to slow down, but before I could even get to it, he grabbed the bottle of vodka and headed to the couch. I shrugged it off and turned back to making a drink for myself and cleaning up the kitchen. I personally didn’t like being bothered when I was drinking, Zayn is my witness. However, if Zayn was here, he’d probably be too frantic to deal with the drunken Harry.

Well, now I’m here with a very very drunk Harry and I am sipping on water because I didn’t even get to drink my one drink. When I sat down on the couch, I vividly remember putting my drink on the end table before Harry asked me to get the remote. I got up to go get it and when I came back, he was guzzling down my drink. That tosser.

But you know what? He’s going to regret everything in the morning. His hangover is going to be out of this world.

“Looouuuiiisss!”

I winced a little as Harry yelled my name from the couch. Mind you, I’m sitting right next to him. I turned to face the intoxicated boy to see him smiling like crazy. I repressed a sigh before talking to him.

“Yes Harry?”

“Nooo, don-don’t call me Harry,” he said while shaking his curls furiously. He is probably going to make himself vomit at this point.

“Excuse me?”

“Call me Curly!” He said with an adorable little grin. He was slight pink in the cheeks, but I think that was from the alcohol.

“Alright Curly. What do you want?” I said calmly. I had no patience for Harry in his. By this point he had already knocked over the side table when he attempted to ‘dance’. I use the phrase very loosely.

“Let’s talk Lou Boo,” Harry said as he began to poke my cheek. “We never talk. All you do is hate me,” Harry said. His poking stopped and it turned into a palm on the side of my face. I looked over at him and he looked genuinely sad. As though he was about to, oh god. He was about to cry.

“Harry, Harry, I don’t hate you!” I said with a slight edge of panic. I couldn’t afford to see him cry. It would probably break my heart.

“You don’t?”

“No! I’m just, I dunno,” I finished lamely. I took his hand from my cheek and held in my own. I don’t know why, but Harry’s hand just felt so comforting at this moment.

“Then why are you so bitter?” Harry scooted a bit closer to me and began to absentmindedly play with my fringe.

I laughed bitterly. “I have my reasons.”

“Tell me.”

“Harry-”

“Okay I get it. I wouldn’t tell you everything about me either. I know nothing about you.”

“Thank you Harry,” I said as relief rushed over me.

“That’s why I’m going to start!” Harry slurred happily.

“No I don-” I began, but Harry clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Shut up Louuuu,” he whined. “I’m gonna tell you everything because then you’ll find out why I’m a freak.” Harry didn’t looked phased, but I felt my heart beginning to hurt. Harry thought he was a freak? Why?

“Let’s see, um, gosh I don’t know where to begin. Well, I’ve never really had friends. I guess Charlie and Niall, if you count them, and then there’s Liam. Leeeyummmm. You know, he’s actually really nice. I’m sad that I didn’t get to spend more time with hi-him,” Harry said with a thoughtful look on his face.