Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#15

Doesn't have a title °\(ッ)/°

*Written by Horaann on Tumblr*

Louis watches from the corner of the run-down nightclub. He watches as Harry grind up against someone else. A messed up whore who'll do anything for a bit of sex.

He sips his pint slowly as he watches, the jealousy glinting in his blue eyes. Harry's snaking his arms around her front, touching her. She's throwing her head back into the crook of his neck and laughing drunkenly.

Harry latches onto her exposed neck and sucks seductively. Louis is trembling with rage. He wants to go over and slap the bitch across the face and drag Harry away. He wants to show Harry exactly what he's missing every night.

But he can't.

Louis turns his gaze to the small cluster of papparazi pushing through the crowd on the dancefloor. The flashes from their camera's look like added strobelighting to the cheap lights attatched to the clubs ceiling. He wishes he'd stayed home with Liam.

"Hey!" An Irish voice shakes him from his thoughts. Louis turns to see Niall clutching to the edge of the table, an empty pint glass in hand. He's trying to steady himself. It isn't working. The blonde wobbles furiously on the spot before collapsing on the floor. His face screws up and his mouth opens wide to let out a loud laugh.

"Niall." Louis rolls his eyes and hops off his seat to haul the Irish lad up.

"Oh my God, Louis! I can do it myself!" Niall protests, pushing Louis off him. The minute the feathery haired boy lets go, Niall's straight back down to the floor again. He's thrashing around.

"For God's sake Niall, get up!" Louis shouts, angered. Niall lets himself be dragged up and propped on the stool opposite Louis'. After positioning the intoxicated boy, Louis sits himself back down. He spares a glance at Niall who's eyes are half-lidded and who's face is sporting a giddy smile between hicupps. The blonde leans forward across the table.

"Hey, Lou." He whispers.

"What?" Louis responds, unamused.

"I don't think my legs work today." Niall leans back and prods at his legs. "Oh my god, my legs aren't working!"

He snaps his neck up to meet Louis' gaze. The brunette is actually surpised to see Niall close to tears. The Irish lad genuinely believes his legs aren't working.

"Louis, my legs! Help me!" Niall clutches at his thighs desperately.

"Lou-" He stops talking and leans back over the table. His eyes close and he lands on the wood with a dull thud.

Great, Louis thinks, he'll have to carry Niall home now. He'll be all over the morning papers.

Louis makes to go and throw Niall over his shoulder when a large hand grabs at his arm. He turns around to meet Harry, he can smell the alcohol on his breath. Attatched to his forearm is the girl from before. She's twiddling her blonde hair through her fingers, obviously numbed by alcohol.

"Harry we're going." Louis comments dryly, tugging out of the green-eyed boys grasp and hauling Niall up.

"Oh but the fun hasn't started yet!" Harry complains, nudging the girl and winking. She widens her eyes and shoots him a dumb look. She's so far gone.

"Leave her." Louis commands and Harry pouts.

"But we ha-"

"I said fucking leave her!" Louis shouts over the thudding of the bass. Harry narrows his eyes and turns to whisper in the girls ear. She giggles and leaves. Harry makes sure to squeeze her bum before she departs.