Author Unknown.// Larry

Four -Party-

Nobody's POV

Harry was at the grocery store, buying more booze than intended but he didn't care. Getting drunk was in his daily routine, because it calmed his thoughts and he figured being a alcoholic is better than being a drug addict. It's much easier to quit and it doesn't damage his brain. Pretty good odds. Also, the part were drugs are illegal helps the fact that he is drug free. The assumed 19-21 year old was scanning his items, eying the alcohol. 'She must be new.' Harry thought.

She started to scan the whiskey and tried to make a conversation, " Party, huh?" Harry chuckled, party? Oh god, uni kids. Have they ever seen a man that likes beer? And likes to drink it specifically by himself? Alone, not at a party.

Harry thought of telling her the truth but he went along with her thought. "Erm, kinda." A sorta honest answer, he would have a party, by himself. If that makes any sense.

The girl smirked, "sounds nice. Where at? Shift ends in five." Harry was taken aback by her response. Why would she party. On a school night? Even he didn't do that.

"It's not for kids." He replied feeling old, considering he was a little over 25.

She glared at him, like a child would if you were to take his or hers halloween candy. "How come?" She questioned. 'Its too late for this.' Harry thought.

"Because I said so." By that time his beverages were done scanning. He grabbed the assortment of whiskeys, vodkas,and beers. "Bye." He left the cashier hanging, 'since when have you been sassy?' Harry thought. Must be a new low.

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Harry placed his keys and grocery bags onto the wooden countertop, hearing the bottles and metal clank. He took out a medium sized jack Daniels bottle, making his way torward his computer. To see weither or not his something great replied, and maybe to add a few chapters to finish his new story , Two Of A Kind. It's about one time when he fell in love, with a crimson haired boy, but they were two of the same. And as they say, opposites attract, not two of the same. He was thinking of a new story, based on his current situation. A stranger messages him and then blah blah blah, who knows what happens next. Mainly because it has not happened yet. Will they fall in love, will they hate each other? He reminded himself not to get ahead, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up and get crushed, again.

He trots to his dell laptop and turns it on. While the computer takes it time to ,as some might say, 'wake up', he pops the lid and takes a large swig of the amber colored liquid. Just in case Louis doesn't answer. When his laptop finally, after several long minutes, turns on he is greeted with a message from the one and only, Louis. He smiled at the thought. Louis wants to talk.

'No he doesn't you little shithead.'

He sighed reading the appropriate sized paragraph.