Social Casualty

six

Obviously he isn't wearing adidas bc like 1967?? but ya know... just go with it

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Harry's there, two days later just like Louis said. His house is packed with people, with loud music playing from god knows where. It takes him a while to even find Louis amongst the others, but not to his surprise he eventually finds him out the back. He's with two boys that Harry doesn't know, and is in the middle of laughing hard at something, a drink in his hand. Louis looks to his side, his smile widening when seeing him standing there.

"Hiya, baby." He slides over to Harry, leaning against the wall in front of him.

"Hi." Harry mumbles. "Are you drunk?" He cocks his head.

Louis places his hand on Harry's hip. He wants to squeeze his soft hips and smile and tell him how he's so soft and pretty, because really, it's this long haired, tall kid with dimples and the most gorgeous smile. With a chiseled jaw, smooth pink lips and piercing green eyes. And okay, he's a bit high, so every thought is just rushing to his head at full speed, but none of it is lies, he can guarantee that at least.

"Nah." He shakes his head. "A little high but not really." He shrugs. "What about you?"

Harry snorts. "Just got here." He tells him. The two boys have left by now, leaving the two in sight of no one. The light from inside barely makes it out, and the moonlight doesn't help. The dim light makes Louis look soft.

"You want anything?" Louis asks. "I've only had one."

Harry waits a moment, then snags the bottle from Louis' hands and takes a swing of it. The older boy slightly smiles while Harry almost grins. "You finish that, doll. I'll be up in my room." He winks, then strolls away back inside.

Harry smiles to himself, leaning his back against the brick. There isn't much left of the beer, but he finishes it anyway. He also has to fix himself before he goes inside. Undo another one of his buttons, maybe ruffle up his hair. Anything that makes him look a bit better.

He walks around inside as if he's just wandering, but eventually makes his way upstairs. He walks to the end of the hallway, where he knows Louis' room is. He opens the door a smudge, and sneaks in. Once he closes and locks it, he finds Louis sitting on the bed with his jacket half tossed into the one drawer that's been left open.

He adverts his gaze to Louis, who has a cigarette between his fingers. He watches him take a drag, and after he lets out a small cloud of smoke Louis ushers him forward.

Harry moves towards him, and Louis stands from the bed. Stands so that he's less than one foot away from him. "You can't tell anyone." He whispers as he brings up his free hand and lightly caresses a curl.

Harry shakes his head, not sure why they're going over this again. "I won't. You know I won't, I promise." He mumbles. He feels like he can barely hear himself over the loud music and the pounding of his own heart.

Louis nods, and takes another drag of the cigarette. Except instead of exhaling right away, he pulls Harry's face close to him and breathes out into his lips. Harry's eyes flutter shut, and he exhales the smoke he captured. Right in Louis' face. They're not kissing, but they just about could be.

Louis gulps, and let's out a stiff sigh. "Don't leave me after this." His voice is quiet, and Harry adores it. But then Louis is reaching over to set the cigarette on the ash tray. He then cups Harry's cheeks, and presses their lips together. Harry's eyes widen, and he's stuck for a moment, but then he closes his eyes shut and kisses him back. His hands wrap around Louis' waist, and he kisses him. He kisses him good. Their lips work in sync, and when Louis nibbles on Harry's lip he parts them and let's the older boy in.