Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 23

Harry's p.o.v

"Harry, let's go!" Louis wined, tugging in my hand trying to pull me into a standing position.

"Louis, it's your last night at your mums"

"She is at work"

"No"

"It's one night" Louis groaned dropping my hands. "What can I do to make you come?"

"You dirty little boy, but since you ask you could wrap those lips around my-"

"Enough! I don't want to here it" I burst into a fit of giggles making Louis blush.

The clock had already struck five p.m and Louis want us both to go out clubbing. He insists that we do because his family won't be home tonight and we will be bored.

"Please one night" Louis pouted giving me cute puppy dog eyes.

"One night" I grunted and let Louis drag me out the door and into the car. We were both already dressed; me in black skinny jeans and a Ramones shirt with tan dress boots, while Louis supported a plain white t-shirt and black slouchy jeans with white converse and of course being Louis, no socks.

"I can't explain how much I love you right now" Louis squealed, shuffling into the drivers seat.

"You better fucking love me" i smirked as we took off into the direction of this so called club that Louis is obsessed with.

The range rover came to a halt in front of the two story club.

A gruff looking bouncer stopped us at the entrance "I.D"

I flicked him my Australian I.D, Louis doing the same. He nodded and pointed behind him, letting us walk through. Coming into the club there were a few flashes of cameras from near by but nothing I was concerned about. What I was conserved about was how Louis would get me home.

"Bar" Louis shouted over the pumping music coming from the DJs quarters. I nodded and latched my hand into his,following him through the many people that were drunk and dancing. The bass was loud and vibrating through the floor and through my body. Well I wouldn't call that dancing, more like sex on the dance floor.

Shuddering, I leant down onto the bar and spotted a familiar bottle of alcohol behind the counter.

"Apple fucking sours" I shouted. Now that brings back the memories!

"You want an apple sour?" Louis asked in my ear. I nodded keenly as Louis waved over the bar tender.

"What can I get you?"

"Two apple sours and a vodka and coke" I grinned as two shot glasses of liquid were placed in front of me. With out hesitation I drowned them both leaving Louis wide eyed. I shook away the burning sensation in the back of my throat. Well this is just perfect, not even six-thirty and I'm already smashing down the alcohol like there's no tomorrow.

Louis tipped his head back, sloshing back the dark liquid, slamming his glass back on the counter top.

We both stayed at the bar I for a good fifteen minuets, drowning down spirits and other alcoholic beverages.

"Dance!" I shouted at Louis,moulding him off amongst the sweaty bodies. The beats were via rating through the floor; the atmosphere smelling of sweat, alcohol and a bit of testosterone.

"Hey there sexy" Louis purred in my ear. I giggled and locked my arms behind his head, swaying my hips to the beat. Our eyes kept staring into each other's not bothering to glance else where.

"Shake that ass on me, shake that ass on me!" I chanted sluggishly.

"You asked for it curly" Louis smirked, turning in my grip. My hands moved to his hips where the brushed dangerously close to my crotch. I leant my head in and clumsily placed my lips to the back of Louis neck, sucking down and biting at the flesh. Louis suppressed a moan and firmly grinned his bum down on my crotch.