I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter thirty-nine

A/N THIS IS IT FOR ME, IM DONE, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I HAVE JUST WROTE AND IM FOREVER FINISHED WITH MYSELF, BYE HAHAHA BYE BYE </3 </3

It took three days for Louis to crack again. The boys were out drinking and Louis had begged Harry to take him to the park away from everyone else and Harry being the designated driver for the night agreed straight away because honestly, the boys were really fucking annoying when they were drunk. So Louis had sat quietly in the passenger seat, one bottle of beer clutched in his hands, a bottle of vodka which he had shared with a hand full of his footy mates clutched between his knees and another hand grasping Harry's. If Harry didn't crave Louis's attention so much he would take his hand away and put it on the steering wheel, spare himself the pain Louis was causing him because he was grasping it so hard, but Harry needed the contact, loved the small touches Louis always made, even when he was as drunk as he is.

When Harry parked the car, he half expected Louis to throw himself out of it, instead Louis had sat there, staring out the window before bringing the bottle of beer to his lips and drinking the most he could. So Harry took the first move and opened his door, stepping out and being met with the cold air, immediately burying his face down into his jacket. Louis followed quickly behind him, vodka bottle grasped in hand and beer bottle thrown out of the way, not bothered by the cold air.

'What now?' Harry questioned as Louis stood leaning against the car.

'What?'

'What are we doing here?' Louis laughed, skipping away from Harry and Harry couldn't help but follow, smiling as he did.

'Drink Hazza?'

'Good thanks, zip your jacket up, you'll catch a cold' Harry stepped closer to Louis, reaching for the zip but freezing when Louis flinched away. 'I'm putting more layers on you, not taking them off Lou' Louis nodded mumbling a you're right when Harry reached for it again. 'All good?' Louis smiled, pushing the bottle of vodka into Harry's hand and running circles around him.

'Barely' Louis laughed loudly to himself, jumping on Harry's back and pulling him down to the ground with him. 'Love you' Louis placed a small kiss on Harry's neck, squeezing Harry on top of him before shoving him off to straddle him.

'Love you too Lou' Harry mumbled against Louis's lips, laughing as Louis moved his lips down to the vodka bottle still gripped in Harry's hand.

'Take a shot with me' Louis pulled Harry to sit up, still seated in his lap, and quickly took off the lid of the bottle, tossing it carelessly to the side and throwing his head back as he gulped it down, followed by pushing it to Harry's mouth.

'It's okay boo' Louis stopped then, staring at Harry. 'What?'

'Nothing' Louis stood up taking another drink and walking further away from Harry, tripping over and spilling the vodka while doing so.

'Lou where are you going?' Harry whined, standing to follow after him.

'Stay' Harry barked out a laugh, stopping when Louis turned around to glare at him, throwing his hands up in surrender and nodding his head. Louis turned to walk away again, Harry following behind subtly and slowly.

'I know you're following me' Louis stopped walking, laying on the ground and staring up at the sky, waiting to feel Harry beside him.

'Sorry'

'I want to go home Harry'

'Here, we can go' Harry put his hand out for Louis, frowning when he swatted it away.

'No, home home' Harry rolled his eyes, sitting beside him with a sigh, careful not to make contact.

'Lou you promised you wouldn't do this'