Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

10. Sour

"Fucking Christ," Louis muttered, shaking his head. He was sitting on the kitchen sink now and Liam was picking glass shards out of his hand with a tweezer. Even with the two shots he had taken beforehand, it hurt like a mother fucker.

"Do you think he needs the hospital?" Zayn asked worriedly, trying to assess the depth of the wounds.

"I think he's fine. If he needed stitches, he'd be gushing. Just have to disinfect it. If it's worse in the morning he can get it checked out," Liam suggested. He had taken the EMT test a while back and passed with flying colors, but never got around to working as the job on the ambulance.

"Fine? Fuck that. I'm not fine with Camille," Louis snapped back, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought of the woman who had caused it all. "She did that on purpose... just as I was going over to Harry. She wants him for herself."

"I can see that," Zayn said, cocking his head to the side. "I mean... yeah. She did bring him to the last party. Though she puked on him, so I think you're good Lou. She doesn't have much of a chance."

Liam giggled, remembering how Camille had puked all over Harry's shirt. It was disgusting for them to clean up the bits that got on the floor, but pretty humorous in retrospect, especially given Harry's look of disgust in reaction. The boys of Zete had a love hate relationship with the girls of theta, and they were always polite to Camille, but never truly trusted her. They didn't call her Crazy Camille for nothing, and tonight she was showing her true colors.

"Fuck, I guess you're right," Louis said, wincing as Liam bandaged up his hand. "Well, the show must go on, as they say. Let's go find Styles. I'm sure he witnessed my fall."

"Oh, yeah.... he was busy having a fall of his own, that one," Liam giggled. "He's super plastered. And he mentioned you! Asked if you like him, Lou."

"Fucking watch it with the antiseptic Liam!" Louis shouted, ignoring the news he had just told him. "Zayn get me another shot, Fuck!"

Zayn handed him a bottle of tequila, and Louis downed it straight, taking at least two shots worth.

"Woo!!! Back in business baby," Louis said, wiping his mouth. Liam finished bandaging his hand and released it, allowing Louis to jump off the counter and roam free. "What were you saying? He likes me?" Louis continued, turning to face Liam. He pulled down the zipper of his vest a bit, revealing some chest hair and parts of his tattoos.

"Why don't you go find out, he's right there," Liam said, nudging Louis towards Harry, who was now approaching the kitchen with Niall.

The minute Harry saw Lou however, he tried to run in the opposite direction, his long legs taking massive strides into the back room. But Niall grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back. "Stop it Harry, it's okay," Niall whispered.

Harry turned to face Niall, shaking his head. Watching the situation unfold, Liam walked over to help Niall out, and provide Harry with some comfort.

"Hey, Harry. You good? There was so much chaos back there, right?" Liam asked casually as he pointed to he other room.

"Umm... oh. Yeah. Yup. I'm good, like. Really good," Harry said, nodding excessively. "Chaos, yeah..."

"We were just checking to see if everything was okay," Niall replied, continuing the sentence for Harry. "With Louis."

"Louis' fine, yeah? Aren't you?" Liam called, waving Louis over. Louis walked over quickly, his hips swaying in his black shorts. Harry swallowed and tried to get the image of Lou dancing out of his head, but he couldn't. It was stuck.

"I'm fine. Wonderful, really," Louis said, rolling his eyes as he held up his bandaged hand. "Harry, how are you? Good to see you again." Louis eyed Harry up and down, a pouty smirk forming on his lips as he looked at the younger boy, who was staring at him, his big green eyes wide with desire.