Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

LOUIS' POV

Harry danced around the living room, his long, skinny legs making him resemble a deer. He grabbed random objects and held them like a microphone, singing into them obnoxiously. He keeps begging for more to drink, and I have to keep telling him no.

"Harry, come sit down!" I yelled, trying to get him to calm down. He's never been this drunk- ever. It's really starting to annoy me.

"I can't even see you!" He slurred, then giggled as he threw his hands in the air. His brown curly locks pushed up on the top of his forehead fell in his face, momentarily covering his sight. He stubbed his toe on the couch, making him stumble to the ground.

Everyone else busted out laughing, and Harry, even in his drunken state, looked completely embarrassed. I got up off the couch and took him into my arms, deciding that he's had enough dancing for one night. He held his now injured foot, his whole face scrunched up in pain.

"Louis?" He whispered, his hot breath making my eyes water. He still sounded like he was in pain, but I think he's beginning to forget about it now. Maybe it's all the alcohol.

"Yeah, Harry?" I pulled his tall body closer to mine. He's just a bit too heavy for my skinny arms to be trying to hold all of his weight. He's not big or anything, I'm just a weakling.

"You're pretty." He croaked. In one fast motion, he wrapped his long arms around my torso. The forcefulness of it threw me off a bit, but he was just trying to hug me, so I happily let it happen.

"Thanks, baby," I smiled and tried my best to hug him back.

I looked around the room and everyone has gotten involved in their own conversation, practically forgetting about Harry and I. Nicole is showing something to Liam in her purse, and Zayn pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his large hands practically engulfing the tiny blue lighter.

I absolutely can't stand the smell of smoke, and I know Harry can't either, so I thought this might be a good time for us to leave. But before I could do anything, Harry was slinging himself off of me, prancing over to Zayn.

"Give me a huff," Harry spit, laying on the ground next to him.

"Harry!" I yelled, "Are you stupid?"

"What? No!" He defended himself. I know he's not stupid, but he would never in a million years, ever, smoke. He's such a dumb drunk.

"Zayn, don't give him the cigarette. I think we should go now,"

"I wasn't planning on it, buddy," Zayn agreed while blowing out a large breath of white smoke. I am going to throw up.

"Okay, come on, Harry," I called to him as I held out my hand for him to take like he was a little kid. All I wanted to do was come here and have a nice night with him. And here he is, getting drunk while I'm sitting here acting like his goddamn baby sitter.