Uni (A Larry Stylinson Story) ✅

The Truth Comes Out

Louis' Point of View

"Hey, Louis, you know. Tequila is my favorite drink," slurred Niall, patting my back.

Harry, Niall and I were lying on Harry's bed on our backs, staring at the ceiling and giggling over the silliest of things. The tequila bottle I had brought was nearly empty, and it was clear that Niall had consumed the most of it. But Harry and I were pretty drunk too.

"It wasn't when you choked on your shot a million times," I said with a smirk. Harry giggled in response and pointed a finger at Niall.

"You— you almost spit out your first shottt!" He said, laughing hysterically. I was in the middle between Harry and Niall, and I felt Harry's hip brush against mine as he wiggled around in a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god," Niall said. He was looking at his phone and shaking it all around like a mad man. "Cassie from Econ class wants to meet up. WHATDOIDO?"

"Ni— you have to go," I said, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "She probably wants to hook up. Like. She does. Where does she want to meet?"

Niall looked at me with wide eyes. "Her room, mate."

"Ooooohhh!!!" Harry burst out. "She's DTFFFF." He said the phrase with a valley girl accent and made smooching noises, which caused us to all start laughing hysterically.

Niall instantly jumped up and headed to the door--but not without wobbling a little. "I'm going mates!" He cried. "Wish me luck."

Two seconds after he stumbled through the door, though, he reappeared. "Forgot my shoes," Niall giggled. Harry threw a shoe at him. "Go have sex!" He shouted.

Niall grabbed his shoes off the floor and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Finally, Harry and I were completely alone.

After Niall left, we turned on our sides and looked into each other's eyes. I knew Harry was off limits for me, but my inhibitions were down from the alcohol and I honestly didn't care about consequences anymore. "Hey Harry," I said softly, looking into his blue eyes.

"Yeah, Lou?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling up at me.

"Umm... you're cute," I said quietly.

Harry giggled and put a hand on my shoulder. "You're cute too, Louis."

I smiled at him, waiting to see what he did next. His strong hand felt good on my shoulder. I didn't remove it like I probably would have sober.

"Thank you," Harry said, blushing. "Hey, Lou. I know you're not into me. But would you want to cuddle? A little..."

My face lit up. Fuck yes, I thought. But I couldn't be that desperate. "Um, yeah," I said, moving towards him. I reached out to circle my arms around him, but he grabbed me first, holding me tightly by the waist.

Harry nuzzled his face into my chest and let out a small whimper. "Mmm," he said. "You feel so good." It took everything in me not to get hard.

"You feel good, too," I said, burying my face in his long curls. I was so turned on I could hardly contain myself from taking his clothes off.

"Lou," Harry said, looking up at me with those big green eyes. He traced a circle on my hand, gingerly. "I—um. Do you mind if I—"

"Kiss me?" I whispered. I crawled onto Harry's chest, wrapping my legs around his, and locked eyes with him.