The Perfect Match.

Chapter 58

Harry's taking another shot at the table the 5 of them have settled into. People are dancing everywhere and Harry can't help but watch them. He's had enough to drink now and he's ready to take Louis onto that dance floor, just like Louis wants.

"Just a few more shots," Louis yells over the music to Niall while he's getting up.

"I'll grab some," Niall chuckles and heads off for the bar again.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" Liam chuckles.

"Fuck no," Louis replies, "I can use loads more actually."

"I don't know, I'm pretty far gone," Harry grins at Louis, "can we not dance yet?"

"We will in just a minute," Louis replies and pats Harry's leg.

"Ugh, I wanna dance," Harry pouts while Niall returns to the table.

"They're bringing our drinks," Niall smiles and downs the rest of his beer.

Zayn is busy downing his last shot while Liam is still working on his 7th beer.

"Ok, I might've been wrong about who will have the worst hangover tomorrow," Louis laughs at Liam. "You really shouldn't mix beer and shots, mate."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Liam grins, "in case you've forgotten, I used to be the king of partying."

"No, I remember," Louis nods, "you used to come in bragging about it all the time."

"Yeah, only because you'd never go," Liam chuckles.

"I went a few times," Louis shrugs.

"I can count 3 times," Liam laughs again.

"Yeah, well, that changed when I came along, didn't it?" Harry smirks and rubs Louis' neck gently.

Soon, a waitress is sitting their drinks down, all 5 of them thanking her.

Louis takes 2 shots, Harry takes 2, and they look at each other.

"Ready?" Louis asks with a wide grin.

"Of course," Harry smiles before they're both downing the first one, feeling the liquor burn their throats. "Shit... that's good."

Louis chuckles and picks up the next one while Harry's picking up his, "one more and we'll dance."

"Are you sure of that? Seems you want to drink rather than let me dance all over you," Harry says smugly. He downs the shot quickly as Louis does the same.

"I do want you all over me," Louis says seriously, "doesn't take me getting drunk to want that though, does it, darling?"

"No, it doesn't," Harry smirks and keeps looking around the busy club.

"So, which paintings are you gonna pick?" Zayn looks over at Harry and asks.

"I don't know... maybe some from my trip to Italy," Harry shrugs and places his arms on the table. "I still have tons of those in my stacks at home."

"Those are brilliant," Louis nods.

"Whatever happened to that lad you met there?" Zayn asks grinning.