Something More

Chapter Two - Change Of Pace

"Katherine, please calm the hell down." Harry begged, rubbing his temples as her and the three girls continued to squeal over something on their phones. Harry slammed his head down, burying it into his arms in an attempt to muffle the ear screeching noises coming from his girlfriend and her band of ska- friends.

"Oh please Harry! Lighten up ya prick!" She groaned, rolling her eyes. By now, she was used to Harry's behavior, he was depressed but she didn't give a shit, as long as she continued getting her fame and money. "You're so god damn infuriating!" Harry yelled, storming away from the table at the not so packed club.

Miraculously, Katherine had dragged Harry out of the house and made him bring her and her friends to the club. Harry was ready to leave and he wanted to now, but he'd had to much to drink and wasn't willing to risk getting pulled over. The depression and alcohol weren't a good mix for Harry and he could feel tears unwelcomly forming in his eyes.

He rushed outside and pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing the only number he could think of. He waited each ring until the familiar voice rang threw the speakers. "Hello?" He heard Louis answer, surprisingly sober. "L-Lou? Can y-you come pick me up? Please?" Harry chocked into the phone, his pounding headache increasing as each, seemingly eternal, second dragged along.

Louis heard Harry, worry instantly growing inside of him. "Hazzy, what's wrong? What happened?" Louis panicked, standing up hurriedly and slipping on his shoes. Harry mustered up all his strength, talking clear. "Louis, please just come to the club and get me." He said, hanging up and sliding down the stone wall, hugging his knees close to his body, muffling his sobs into them.

Louis rushed out of the house, grabbing his car keys and almost forgetting to throw on a shirt. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew never to risk something like that with Harry. Harry hardly ever called Louis to pick him up and when he did it was because he'd gone out with Katherine. "Fucking Katherine" Louis said to himself under his breathe. Why the fuck is Harry even with her? All she's done is cause trouble with him and make him upset. She's a bitch, a cold-hearted whore. All she cares about is getting her money and fame.

Louis had a few beers but nothing compared to his usual, he was still perfectly functional.

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"Harry!" Louis yelled, walking around the side of the club, searching for Harry. He quickly spotted the curled up ball laying in the sidewalk with a mop of curly hair. "Harry..." Louis trailed off, approaching him. If he wasn't shaking from the sobs, Louis would've assumed he was dead. "Haz.." Louis pleaded, picking Harry up gently and wrapping him in his arms tightly. He swept Harry off the ground, carrying him to the car and setting him in the seat gently.

"I'm sorry I drug you out of the house." Harry slurred once he had calmed down, wiping his tear stained cheeks. "It's fine Harry, you know I'll do anything for you." Louis said, smiling. "Anything?" Harry questioned, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. "Anything." Louis nodded. "Pull over, please." Harry said. Louis was confused by his demand, but pulled over anyway.

(Smut; be warned)

Harry climbed over the center console, straddling Louis' lap. "H-Harry?" Louis stuttered, his eyes widening in confusion. "You said you'd do anything" Harry stated, wrapping his arms around the older boys' neck. "So do this." He finished, slamming his lips onto Louis'. They both froze, just sitting with their lips still on each others. They both felt a rush of multiple different feelings a Louis gently nudged his lips against Harry's.

Harry rolled his hips against Louis' desperate for contact. Louis moaned softly, instantly getting hard from Harry's touch. "Haz.. This isn't a-" Louis began to say, being cut off my Harry sucking harshly on his sweet spot, Louis words getting lost in a loud moan. Louis gripped Harry's waist, grinding and rubbing against him harshly. Harry and Louis' loud moans mixed together, filling the car as Harry slipped Louis' shirt over his head, rubbing his hands over Louis' chest.