I Won't Run- A Larry Stylinson Fanfic (boyxboy)

Presents and Revenge

Hello there :) going to keep this short cause I need to sleep. Anyway this chapter is set nine months before at Niall's birthday party (I know my dates are off, sorry guys). I probably got loads of stuff wrong but whatever. Hope you enjoy, comment, vote and fan ;)

The cold night air makes me shiver as we walk briskly towards the stairs. The pounding music from below the earth makes the ground shake as I stop Harry near the entry. "You excited Haz?" I ask, grinning, "There's only four months until you can do this legally". Harry rolled his eyes. "Shut up Lou, don't be a dick, I know that you're just jealous of my youthful grace". I gasp dramatically while giving Harry my most shocked look. "Harold Edward Styles, if you ever talk to me in that way again, I may just report you to the police for underage drinking", I said, the whole time shaking my head solemnly. "I'm so sorry Boo" he fake wailed, "Will you ever forgive me?" "Only time will heal this wound Harry", I said, deadpan. "Now lets go, you twit, I want to wish Niall happy birthday", I laughed as we bounded down the stairs into the club.

The room was amazing. It had incredibly loud speakers, strobe lights and a ten metre long custom made couch in gold fabric. The bar was churning out cocktails of every colour of the rainbow, and there was a small tapas bar in the corner. The room was filled up with about four hundred people dancing, talking or kissing. In one quick glance around the room, I spotted a girl who had had songs on the top ten list every other week, a very well known TV presenter, and an actor and his girlfriend from one of the most well known British TV series of all time. " God Louis, this place is incredible!" Harry gushed. I grinned at him. "Sure is, only the best for our Niall. Where is he, anyway?" We scanned the crowd until I spotted a familiar flash of blond hair. "Over there, Harry!" We made our way through the crowd.

"Niall, mate! Eighteen! Wouldn't believe it looking at you". I said teasingly. Niall clutched at his chest. "Louis, you mean bastard. My poor heart will only be healed with a present. Or food". Harry turned slowly to me. "Present? Were we meant to bring a present?" I shrugged. "I thought you brought it, Harry" He shook his head. "No, I thought you brought it" he said, confused look on his face. "Nooo, I want a present" Niall wailed. "Whyyy would you forget me like- What's that in your hand, Harry?"

Harry looked around shiftily. "Nothing. Nothing at-" Harry was silenced as the present was stolen out of his hands. "You did get me a present!" Niall squealed. He unwrapped the paper to find... more paper. He continued to unwrap until he got to a tiny scroll of paper. "Go outside to the bench on the sidewalk". He shot us an odd look. "Okay then, Liam, out you come."

Harry smiled over at me. "Okay, now that the birthday boy's gone, would you like to dance?" "Yes I would, Harold". That was one of the best things about Harry: he and I could do anything together, and it would never be awkward. He really was the best friend you could possibly have.

We made our way onto the dance floor. The familiar rhythm of  "Changed the way you Kissed Me" by Example filled the room. Harry took my hands as we twirled across the room. "Do you like this song, Boo?" He asked, his voice almost a growl. I gulped. Harry hardly ever made me nervous, but the way he was acting.... It filled me with something. Trepidation, fear and a touch of excited anticipation. This was increased as he leant into me and pressed his forehead into mine. "I like doing this, Boo", Harry murmured as his lips came closer to mine. A thrill of adrenaline and excitement ran through me.

Then suddenly I felt unfamiliar hands on my shoulders as I was twirled away, like a band-aid had been torn off an unhealed wound. Suddenly before me was a stunning girl. A stunning girl I knew... "El!" I exclaimed, as I placed my hands on her waist and swayed in time with her.

Harrys' POV

I stood there, stunned and alone as Louis started to grind his hips in rhythm with the girls' without even a glance at me. How could he be so unfeeling, cold? Just shimmy off with a whore like that? I felt a surge of anger. So this was how much he and I meant to him? Less than that chav wearing a belt in place of a skirt? I made my way over to the bar.

Four strong, fluorescent cocktails later and it was time to have my turn of making Louis jealous. I scanned the room for potential targets. There. A girl of around sixteen was sitting by herself on the long gold couch. Even in the shadowy room I could see her beauty. She had pale skin, long dark hair and, as I drew closer, green-grey eyes. "Hello gorgeous, what's your name?" I asked as I took a seat close to her and put my arm around her other side. "It's Jenna- Oh my god, are you Harry Styles?" The girl said, shocked. "I might be"I said. "Would you want to dance with Harry Styles?" I asked, lowering my voice. She nodded and folded her fingers around mine as I led her across the room.

We danced and talked for almost an hour. She was a massive fan of One Direction and had snuck in to the club to spot celebrities. Her family was average, with her father a banker and her mother a hairdresser. They didn't know she was here; if they did there'd be trouble. She was beautiful, and clever, but I only wanted her to piss Louis off. She was perfect for revenge, even if I did feel guilty for messing with her emotions. And for revenge, I needed alcohol, I thought, as I led the teenager over to the bar "I'll have two Tequila Sunrises" I commanded the bartender, as I checked Louis was watching as I guided Jenna towards my mouth for an overdue revenge kiss.

Louis' POV

When Eleanor leaves for the bathrooms I scan the room for that familiar curly hair. The past two hours have gone by fast, drinking and dancing with Eleanor. But I've completely forgot about Harry. Without attention, the silly boy is probably off vomiting in some high-class toilet, or sulking in a corner. Of course. And there he is. Sitting ridiculously close to some poor innocent fangirl. He looks over to me, smirking, and then very deliberately leans into the girl to kiss her passionately. Why would he even do that? Probably drunk, stupid boy. The girl looks like she's barely legally of age, and he's getting her drunk over at that bar, for sure. God, why do I even care? He can kiss as many idiot thirteen year olds as he wants. None of my business.

Liam noticed my fuming and sat with me on the metallic fabric. "Hey Lou, what's wrong?" "Nothing", I said, tight lipped as I watched Harry snake his arm around the girl's skinny waist. Liam sighed and raised his eyebrows. "You do realise that the only reason he's doing this is because you ditched him for El when you two were dancing?". I frowned. "I never thought of that. Hey, did Niall like his present?" Liam rolled his eyes. "Almost too much. He's more affectionate towards that lump of concrete than he is to most humans". I laughed. "Sounds like Niall". Liam smiled. "Food and Obama. Hey, I reckon we should just let Harry get drunk and get with this girl, I think anything we say will probably just make him angrier". I giggled. "Never thought I'd hear Daddy Direction telling me to let someone get drunk. But you're probably right" "And when am I not?" He asked, eyebrows raised. I giggled. "I'm not going to answer that one. Now stop wasting time and go and find Danielle". Liam saluted. "Yes Sir". I rolled my eyes. "God, you're a loser". Liam stuck his tongue out at me as he walked away.

Zayns' POV

Only one, and I was already left alone at the club. Liam carried Danielle out bridal style hours ago, Louis had gone with the girl he hadn't left all night to some diner, Niall got too tired and went home completely drunk and Harry had taken off back to his flat with some poor teenager. Resulting in me being alone, again. Sure, I could have been home with some underage fan, but that wasn't me. I wasn't drunk enough for that.

God, this was boring. The pumping music had lost any appeal for me hours ago, and no one here had any appeal for me. There was only one person I wanted to talk to, and he had left long ago. I sighed as I brought the cab number up on my phone.