It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

eight

Harry had never gone to a high school party before. And it showed.

His eyes were wide as the door swung open to reveal loud, already-drunk people dancing on each other and shouting above the way-too-loud music. He didn't plan on drinking that night.

"Hey, you made it," Liam greeted him, the daydream-y look in his eyes giving away that he and Zayn had kissed and made up. "Um... Z and I are okay at the moment, but if I know us, we'll be giving each other the silent treatment before long. There's beer in the kitchen if you want any, and—"

"Liam." Zayn came from behind Liam to put his hand on his shoulder and complain in his ear. "You're taking too long."

"Sorry, love. One more second." Liam looked apologetically to Harry. "Good luck. Oh, and I saw Louis a couple minutes ago, and he's already smashed. If you manage to see him, you'll need good luck with that, too."

And then Liam was gone, leaving Harry alone. He partially wished that Liam and Zayn hadn't made up so that Harry could have a companion, but at least they were happy.

"Ah, the nerd cleans up well," a new voice said. Harry turned around to see Louis himself, a content and lazy smirk on his face and a plastic cup undoubtedly containing alcohol in his hand.

"'s just what I wear to school," Harry told him truthfully.

Louis wasn't really all that drunk yet. He was sort of playing it up, but he did have a couple of drinks in him. He had been through hell the last week, what with his parents and his friends and even a little bit of Harry himself. But just seeing the taller boy made him feel just a tiny bit more drunk, as if he made it feel like pure happiness was running through Louis's veins.

Or maybe Louis was just drunk. But whatever.

"Want a drink?" He asked, motioning toward what Harry guessed was the kitchen.

"Um, no, thanks," Harry answered, almost shyly. "I don't drink."

"No surprise there," Louis responded cheekily, but not unkindly. Harry only laughed. Louis looked good tonight, he thought. "I'm guessing this is your first party?"

Harry blushed and nodded. "Can you tell?"

"Definitely. 's like you're losing your party virginity."

God, nicer-Louis with drunk-Louis was a great mixture, especially when Harry was already a little nervous to be here in the first place.

Louis could tell that Harry was nervous. His hands were fumbling together in front of him and he kept running his hand through his hair and looking like he didn't know what to do. Louis had come here to forget, but it was obvious that that wasn't going to happen.

His parents had been on his ass about getting the stupid job, even when he didn't need it. If he wanted to keep his car, he had to. And Liam and Zayn definitely weren't making his life easier. Louis tried to resent Harry for knowing more about Louis's own best friends, but he just couldn't do it. Harry was just always finding a way into his thoughts, even when he wasn't around or even mentioned.

"Not to kill the mood or anything, but these parties are really lame if you're not drunk. Are you legal yet?"

"No," Harry answered. "In February."

Louis shrugged and smiled. "Close enough. I will be in December, and I'm fine with drinking. If you plan on having any fun at all, you probably at least want one or two."

"Okay," the younger boy murmured. When Louis grabbed his hand to pull him to the kitchen, his eyes widened. Louis's hands were small and dainty and gorgeous — just like every other part of him. Harry couldn't help but notice things about Louis ever since he told himself that maybe he liked him. Now Harry knew that he was in deep. Louis was just so sweet towards him now, and Harry could only hope that maybe the other boy considered him a friend.

"Let's start small," Louis said, handing Harry an opened bottle of beer and taking a bottle for himself. "I'll drink with you."

Harry stared at the cold bottle in his hand. It couldn't be that bad, could it? His mum wouldn't be too mad at him; after all, she'd encouraged him to go to the party and have some friends. She couldn't have thought that a party didn't mean drinking, right?

It didn't matter. He wouldn't drink too much, anyway. He gazed up from the bottle to the boy in front of him, who was smirking and holding his own beer impatiently.

"Mentally prepared yet?"

"I think," Harry said. He watched as Louis started drinking his own and decided that he'd try it, and if he hated it too much, the worst he could do was throw it away.

Beer was disgusting, he soon found.

Harry coughed and barely kept the tiny amount he'd drunk down. Louis seemed immune, from the laugh coming from him as soon as Harry's drinking incident happened and how he just drank leisurely from the bottle as if it were water.

"Hey, come here," Louis said, taking Harry's hand and pulling him off again. Harry placed the bottle somewhere else and figured it'd be taken care of at some point.

The taller boy probably should have known to be a little wary of the drunken boy ahead of him, but Louis was just so cute in his denim jacket and messed-up hair. Harry just couldn't resist thinking about how much Louis has changed into this sweet, kind, funny person whom Harry's learned to admire.

"I had a dream about you," Louis giggled, stumbling into Harry's chest a couple times.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," Louis hummed. "It was weird. Like, not a bad weird. A good weird." He paused to laugh again. "And you kissed me."

"I kissed you?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Well, I kissed you, too, but... it was awesome. I wonder—"

He cut off his own sentence by leaning up on his tiptoes and pressing his lips firmly onto Harry's.

"Shit," Harry muttered in surprise as he kissed Louis back. God, this boy was drunk and adorable and hot and straight and everything. Louis was everything, and it made everything so much more difficult.

But that didn't mean Harry couldn't kiss the boy he liked. Even if he was sober.

Louis was a great kisser, Harry noted mentally. He figured that Louis would be, with all his practice, but this was the best kiss Harry'd ever had. Sure, he'd only had so many, but this topped them all on the scale.

Louis giggled yet again when he pulled away. "Yeah, it felt like that."

Harry felt guilty then, for kissing this drunk, straight boy when he should've been mature and politely pushed him away. But it was the only chance Harry had at kissing Louis, and he couldn't possibly pass that up. Plus, Harry hadn't even initiated it.

For the rest of the party, either Louis talked to him like he was his best friend or Liam was trying to make Harry and Zayn be friends. Harry felt guilty for that, too — he came here to help Liam, not kiss vulnerable, intoxicated, straight boys.

"You're a good kisser," Louis told him, and that was the thing that was on Harry's mind the most as he was trying to calm his nerves enough to go to sleep that night.