the flat. (larry stylinson)

part five: intermission.

Louis zoomed through the traffic, his breaths becoming heavy. Louis was fuming and Harry didn't want to do anything to make him more angry. Harry couldn't believe that Louis stood up for him like that, especially with such violence. It even brought Harry back to the days when he was that violent, a trait he got from his dad.

"I can't believe that little shit tried to hurt you." Louis said, rolling his eyes. "Gosh, I hope no one was recording that. No one would record me, though. Right? I pretty much knew everyone there. Except the little skinny bastard that you were flirting with."

Harry flinched at Louis' tone of voice. The older lad had anger issues and he had no problem with letting people see that side of him. that's what gave him the power and respect in his building. As he Harry saw Louis getting even madder, Harry didn't know what to say to him.

"Lou?" Harry's deep, timid voice sounded from the back seat Louis placed him in.

"Harold..."

Harry bit his lip, a little nervous for Louis' answer. "Can I climb in the front seat with you?" He said, looking down. "I miss you."

Louis couldn't help, but blush at what Harry said. "I'm right here, love."

"But I'm not there, love." Harry drunkenly flirted.

Louis rolled his eyes, fond laced in his voice. "Fine, come baby."

Harry dove in the front seat, startling Louis. Louis almost swerved off the road, but balanced the wheel. Harry was able to get in the front safely. Louis shook his head, chuckling. Harry smiled at Louis with an embarrassed smile.

"Oops."

Louis smiled back. "Hi."

(Cliché of me, I know.) They drove in silence while Louis began to think about how anyone could even be mean to Harry. Harry noticed and just watched Louis squeeze the steering wheel tightly, the blood leaving his hand. Harry grabbed Louis' hand and held it. Louis looked at him, breathing deeply. The color drained back into his hand as Louis was becoming less angry.

"You're so drunk right now. Gosh, when I was your age, I was taking over my dad's building. I used to pretend I was drunk after the little glass of champagne he gave me." He said, stopping at a red light, right beside the flat building. "Look at me now, about to take care of you."

Harry just smiled, his drunk mind only focused on Louis' mouth. Louis was growing his hair on his face. Louis liked when people noticed because he really liked his mustache. Louis pulled into the parking elevator and waited for it to go the basement. He pulled into the black car section of his vast array of automobiles.

Harry started to feel sick and Louis noticed. "Harold, if you throw up, I'll kill you."

Harry swallowed hard, trying hard to keep it down. Louis quickly got out the car, running to his side of the car. He opened the door and Harry reached his arms out like a baby toward Louis. Louis chuckled, wrapping his arms around Harry as much as he could, pulling him out. Harry slumped over Louis' neck, mumbling incoherent things about Louis' hair. Harry ran his hands through Louis' hair, causing Louis to grunt.

"Come on, get on the elevator, love." Louis' mumbled. Harry's hands flew up to his hot cheeks.

"Stoooop. Don't call me that." Harry whined.

Louis laughed. "Alright, Harold."

Louis got on the elevator, pulling a blushing Harry with him. Harry and Niall's flat is on the tenth floor out of one hundred and one floors. So when Louis grabbed a black key, stuck it by the one hundredth and first floor, turned a nob and pressed the button, Harry looked at him weird. Where was Louis taking him? Harry automatically knew he was taking him to his personal flat.