Maybe He Gives Me More

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                     Harry's POV
   After I had left Luke's I found myself at a bar close to home. I knew I wasn't old enough but it was the kind where the owner didn't find the time to care as long as he wasn't getting in trouble.
     I was on my fourth shot of vodka and seventh beer, by now I knew I was past the point of being buzzed. I let the alcohol sit on my tongue and find the crevices of my mouth, I wanted to forget. Just for this moment; I didn't want to think about Ashton leaving, or the possibility that Louis will too.
      The burn in my chest was strong, and I could feel my lungs elated on what I was consuming. A whore, an asshole, I might as well add drunk to the list. At least this way I couldn't feel anything. I didn't have to think.
                    Louis POV
     I knew it was illegal, and I had never truly been keen on alcohol, but fuck did I need something to get my mind of all this shit. At this point it was as if nothing but Harry consumed my mind. I felt his energy radiating through every fiber of my being and when I closed my eyes I couldn't help but think of the way his face looked the first time I saw him care for me.
     I walked into the bar and immediately I felt my breath go short. I knew those curls anywhere. I walked slowly as if not to disturb the ominous silence, and took a spot next to him. He didn't even bother to look up.
    "So, you come here often?" I asked putting on a funny accent. With not a glimpse of eye contact he responded quickly, "Fuck off. Im-seein-someone." His words were slurred.
   I felt a familiar heat rise up in my cheeks, he was fucking drunk. "Baby?" I asked making sure I sounded as delicate as I could. At the sound of my voice Harry's head snapped up and met my stare.
     Without warning I felt his strong pair of arms wrap around me and his head of curls nestle into my neck. "I misseddddddddd you pretty boy." His breath was cold on my neck.  
     I looked out and took notice of the numerous bottles and shot glasses laying empty on the counter. I removed his face from my skin so I could look at him. His eyes were red and his smirk was sloppier than usual. I saw the faintest bit of tear stains on his pale complexion, and I couldn't figure out just what this boy was running from.
      I wanted to know it all. I wanted to hear about his darkest secrets, as well as I wanted to enjoy the simplicity of Harry. I craved the knowledge of his pain and source of passion. There was nothing I wanted more than to get to know all the pieces of Harry, especially the broken parts.
      "What the were you thinking Harry? Getting this drunk is so dangerous." I scolded. For the first time he stared me in the eyes without hesitance. Green met blue.
     A smile on his face grew so big, it would've almost looked goofy if it were on anyone else's face. His grin reflected a child on Christmas morning and with all the lightness he could muster in his usual harsh voice he said,

    "You all people drink for the fun of it. I drink to drown myself in the alcohol."