coachella | l.s

Chapter 7

Harry followed behind Niall and Olly through the hotel doors. Liam was behind them, trying to keep Louis on his feet. He was so drunk, he could barely walk. Luckily, there weren't so many fans outside. They were nice enough to allow Liam through without any trouble, seeing as he wasn't able at the moment to take any pictures or sign any autographs.

On their way up to the rooms, Louis moved away from Liam's hold and caught Harry's shoulder. "You.. you look very handsome." His breath smelled like beer, and Harry turned away, not without a smile curving on his lips.

"Louis--"

"It's all right, Liam. I got him," Harry said. He glanced at Niall, who was eyeing him.

It's fine, Harry mouthed, and Niall just sighed, putting his hands in his jeans pockets.

Louis leaned close onto Harry, wanting to intake his scent. He smelled like sweet vanilla, and his curls were so soft. He breathed on his neck, and glided his lips against it. Harry bit his lip, trying to keep himself from doing anything other than holding Louis on his own two feet, but the temptation was too difficult.

But Louis didn't stop there. In their corner of the elevator, his hands slid down Harry's back onto his bum, and he squeezed it, making Harry jump. Luckily, no one noticed.

"Louis, what are you doing?" Harry whispered.

He responded with another squeeze to his bum, and this time Harry yelped quietly. The others turned their heads to look at them, and Harry just smiled weirdly.

"You okay, Harry?" Niall asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded. "Fine as always."

"You got the right," Louis whispered in his ear. "Always so f-fine."

The elevator door opened to the sixth floor, and Liam and Olly made their way out. When Louis didn't follow, Liam tried to grab his arm so he could let go of Harry, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm n-not leaving Harry!" He demanded, tightening his arms around Harry's. "You're gonna have to... to pry me from h-him."

"That could be done," Olly said.

Before Liam and Olly could reach for Louis, Harry stopped them. "Guys, it's okay. We'll just take him up to our room."

"We're gonna what?" Niall blurted.

"You don't have to do that, Harry," Liam said.

Harry laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind. Besides, I don't think you're gonna be able to pull him away with this-" Harry held up his arm," -strong of a grip"

"Harry, I'm a boxer. I'm pretty sure I can manage." Liam made an attempt to pull Louis away from Harry, but somehow, this bean was able to hold onto Harry and even slumped down to his knees, refusing to let go.

"Louis!"

"I s-said I am not l-leaving Harry!" He wrapped his arms around Harry's leg, and hid behind him. Oh, how childish he could be when he was drunk.

"Seriously guys, it doesn't look like he's gonna let up. We'll just take him, and bring him to your room tomorrow," Harry suggested. He kinda liked the idea of being with Louis for the rest of the night. Not in that way. He could just talk to Louis, see what else comes out of his drunk mouth. It wasn't like Harry was going to mention to Louis in the morning about what happened in the elevator. He'd be a blushing mess.

He hadn't really minded, if he was being honest. Though, he wasn't going to let him know that. Louis didn't know what he was doing, and he was just being a careless child at the moment.