#LarryLovin

D | 2014 Paaaarrrtay!

The band goes to a big New Years party. Louis gets wasted - as if that weren't a surprise when it comes to parties - and ends up doing things to Harry he couldn't have the guys to do to him if he were sober.

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"WHO ARE WE?"

"WILDCATS!"

"WHO ARE WE?"

"WILDCATS, GET CHA HEAD IN THE GAME!"

Everyone cheered and laughed hysterically. Louis collapsed on top of the bar. "Hehehe, we're wild cats." He giggled, rolling back-and-forth until he fell into the bar.

Louis giggled and stood up shakily. He grabbed nozzle and put it in his drink, filling it until it was over flowing. "FUCK YOU BITCHES!" He yelled, the spraying everyone with sticky beer.

"OI! PUT THAT DOWN!" A worker yelled at Louis. Louis stuck his tongue out at him, then sprayed his with the beer. The worker growled and ran up to Louis. He snatched the nozzle from Louis and pointed outside the counter.

SMACK

Louis slapped him and giggled before hopping over the counter.

Louis looked around. "Pretty lights." He giggled, looking directly at the strobe lights. He reached up and tried to touch them. But of course, he could not reach them.

"LOUIS!" Someone shouted loudly over the music playing. Louis looked around and spotted Liam flailing his arms about in the VIP section. He ran over to him like a little kid to his mummy. "LIAM!" He imitated him. Niall, Zayn, and Harry were also lounging about. Well, Zayn was fast a sleep... and Niall was dancing drunkenly... and Harry looked possessed.

Louis stepped over the robe, then collapsed on to the ground. "Your a cults." Liam chuckled, helping Louis up. Louis giggled like a maniac. He patted Liam's chest. "Thanks Simon." He stated. Niall burst into a fit of giggles and began rolling around on the floor.

Louis flopped down beside Harry, petting Harry's curly hair. Harry didn't move, nor react. He just continued staring off into space. "You know, Hazzzzzzzzzzzzzza," Louis slurred, "There's somethaaaaaaang I've alway waaaaaaanted ta tell you-WHO!" Louis squealed. Harry looked over to Louis in a daze. "I -"

"FIVE SECONDS TILL TWENTY-FOURTEEN!" Someone shouted, cutting Louis off rudely. Louis snarled, then turned his attention back to Harry. "I -"

"FIVE!"

"Have -"

"FOUR!"

"Been -"

"THREE!"

"Crushing -"

"TWO!"

"On you and -"

"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Harry didn't even hear Louis say anything. He simply leaned in on Louis and kissed him right then and there, not caring if anyone saw him. Then again, his mind couldn't process that there was other people watching him or even in the club.

Harry pulled back, then continued looking into space. Louis was sober for a quick second, then his drunken state returned. He leaned his head onto Harry's shoulder. "Happy New Year."