One Too Many

Chapter 1

I cheered to the passing array of colors. The floats were always one of my favorites, with all the costumes and decorations. But my favorite thing was the people. They were always so hyper and nice. Although most of them smelt like body odor and hair spray i enjoyed them. Mackelmore blasted over the speakers as the last group of marchers strutted down the street, i gave one final yell and a couple of claps before turning to find my way out of the people. I exchanged a few "Excuse me's," and "Sorry's," before finally finding my car. I thought i would beat traffic and leave early, but about half the city had the same idea. I pulled up behind the line of traffic and turned up the radio. "THIS IS HOW AND ANGEL DIE'S, I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SUPPLY.." i tapped my fingers on the steering wheel humming along in the un-moving row of cars. After about the 3rd song to come on i was not even at the end of the block so i decided to pull over to the empty spot next to me and walk to a near by bar while the rush passes.

I parked stepping out on to the corner and paused, trying to think up a place to go. I eventually started walking toward "Lacey's Bar & Grill" because it was the closest. "HARRY!" Some one called as i began walking. "Craig!" I chuckled turning around to find a shirtless Craig running toward me with a rainbow crossed his chest. "Where are you heading?" He asked patting me on the shoulder. "Lacey's for a bit, the traffic is a little heavy." I pointed to the almost completely still traffic. "Ah, i see. Well if you want to hang out later Ashley, the guys and i are heading to her place for a fire." "Okay." I smiled giving him a quick hug before waving and continuing my short journey. I walked through the alley around to the front entrance opening the door and adjusting my eyes as a cloud of smoke over powered the fresh air.

I sat down at the bar and waited for the bartender to be available looking at the tele. Brazil V.s. Mexico was on, neither one of them being my favorite but I silently cheered for Brazil. I scanned the room for somebody i might know. No one i knew was there although there was a couple people from the parade. I turned my eyes back to the tele and watched the now playing shoe commercial. How do these commercials even get people to buy this crap. It's all so cheesy and poorly acted. I called the bartender over and asked her for a plain beer, I wasn't really in the mood for drinking but one couldn't hurt. The Football game came back on and i took a sip of my drink scrunching my nose a bit. I don't really like beer, but it's the only thing i can drink without getting tipsy after a couple of sips. I'm a light weight. I chuckled at my own joke and took another sip. "JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! THE FORWARD WAS WIDE OPEN!" Someone shouted from next to me nearly making me spill my beer down my front. "I'm sorry i get a little excited." The man apologized laughing a little at my jump.

He was short but very fit. His Semi long brown hair was pushed back with a couple of strands left out to dangle over his forehead. His Icy blue eyes complemented his light brown scruff that was along his exquisite jaw line. His collar bone poked slightly out of his white tank-top with styled black lettering to go with his black pants and black shoes. I noticed i was staring him down and quickly shook my head. "No, No it's fine. It didn't spill." I smiled awkwardly looking back at the game. "Who are you with?" I looked back at him as he glared at the Television onbviously not happy with the fact that Brazil was loosing. "I'm not really a fan of either, but Tonight it's Brazil." "Cool." He smiled at me then back at the T.V. I pulled out my phone checking the time. It was only 7:30 and i didn't have work tomarrow since it was friday. I sighed wishing i had somewhere to go. I guess i could go to the fire at Ahsley's that Craig invited me to, but craig and his new boyfriend are going to be there along with the other people at the party and their dates and I dont feel like being the odd one out again.

"What's your name?" He asked raising his hand to wave the bartender over. "Harry. You?" I asked back setting my bottle. down. "Louis." He stuck his hand out shaking mine then pulling his wallet out. "I'll take a glass of lemonade with 4 shots of vodka." Well he is obviously not as light of a drinker as me. "So you from the parade. "Yeah. Are you?" i said a little more hopeful than i should have. "Yeah!" He smiled. I couldn't help but smile at that. I don't know why just because he goes to a gay pride parade does not mean that he is gay. "I go every year!" Okay maybe he is. "Same, although i missed it for my cousins party last year. Nothings more fun then a 4th birthday party!" I say sarcastically. He laughed and grabbed the glass off the counter taking a two drinks then setting it back down.

"So how old are you Harry?" "19 years. Turn 20 in February. What about you?" I say brushing my hair back with my hand. "21. Turn 22 in December." He said turning in his chair to face. "Oh cool." I nodded taking another drink. "That cannot be pleasing!" Louis said looking at the beer and then me. "Well it's okay, but i don't want to get to drunk." "Why do you have some where to be?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well no bu-" i started but he cut me off. "Well then it doesn't matter! Here i'll get you something." He started to pull his wallet out again. "No it's fine really don't do that." I shook my head, i didn't want him spending his money on me. "It's my pleasure Harry!" He raised his hand motioning the bartender once again and ordered what he did but with only 3 shots of alcohol.

He set the money on the counter putting his wallet in his back pocket. "You shouldn't have done that really. I could have dealt with this." I set my beer down again, "It's all good. Plus i couldn't have let you drink that shit any longer." He smiled taking a large drink from his cup. The bartender came and set the glass on the counter, taking the money and walking away. I honestly loved lemonade but Vodka was not my thing. Again light weight. But i could not possible be rude. I quickly picked up the cup taking a medium sized drink and rested the cold glass on my thigh. "Good huh?" He smirked. "Yes, very. Thank you." I smiled.

After about 3 hours and a couple more shots I was drunk. I hadn't known Louis for long but i could tell he was at least really tipsy. "I couldn't believe it most embarrassing thing ever." We laughed together as he finished the story about his mum embarrassing him in front of his first boss. He took a sip of what was left in his cup and pulled out his phone. "I think i outta get going. I have to be home by 11:15." He sighed standing up. His height was adorable; He couldn't be any taller than 5' 9". "Yeah i should probably leave also." I stood up stretching a little. "It was fun harry you're a sweet guy." He smiled. "You're not to bad your self." I smiled blushing a bit. "Maybe we could hang out again sometime. Some where other than this musty old pub." He looked around the room then back at me, "are you doing anything tomorrow?" He questioned. "Not that i am aware of." i shrugged. "Well, i could give you my number and if you wanna hang you could just ring me," He suggested. I nodded and gave him my phone for him to type in his number.

"Here ya go." He handed my phone back. "Bye harry." He waved walking out of the bar. 'Well that was fun.' i smiled to myslef taking another drink of my lovely lemonade. It is defiantly better once you've drank a whole glass. I started walking home. I did not want to drive, that would be a little dangerous in my condition. I had fun with Louis tonight. He is really funny and nice. And cute. I have to admit he is defiantly fuckable. Or that might just be the alcohol talking. Either way i'm sure I'll text him tomorrow.