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|twenty-seven|

20 June 2016

louis hadn't expected any of it to happen. he hadn't expected zayn to drag him to some random, famous footie player from their uni, neil or nate or nick's saturday house party, along with the rest of the group. being pretty sure about absolutely hating the place, he, obviously, hadn't expected to actually enjoy it, making his way through the night playing beer pong with zayn, niall and liam and dancing with strangers. and not that he hadn't wanted it to happen for quite some time, he certainly hadn't expected to be kissed by harry styles.

knowing more than half the students studying in the school meant harry was a busy boy at parties. he'd giggled something about having 'a social reputation to uphold' and gotten lost somewhere in the crowded house pretty fast so louis hadn't gotten a chance to see him much, save for the cheeky grins and winks harry sent his way every time they made eye contact.

he'd had a tall boy trying (and failing) to flirt with him when he spotted the head of curls through the glass door, sitting on the steps to the frontyard, unaccompanied for the first time in the evening. he'd excused himself quickly and made his way through the throng of sweaty dancing bodies and past the door and seated himself on the step beside harry. even in the dark, louis could tell from the way his curls haphazardly fell around his face, his baby blue shirt crumpled and held together by just two buttons, the redness in his cheeks and hazy, bloodshot eyes that he was very, very drunk.

"no more socializing to do, curly?" he teased and made the younger boy slowly turn to him.

"seems to me like you're really the one making friends here, tiny" harry slurred, speech at an even slower speed than his usual, sober pace.

"aww harold, are you jealous?" louis cooed.

"jealous? psshh" he rolled his eyes, "i've made friends too!"

"oh, have you now?" louis smirked and leaned against the wall behind him.

"why, tell him mr blue-y, of all the fun we've had!" harry childishly exclaimed at the mini bottle of 'WKD' that, louis hadn't noticed before, he had clutched in his hands. "you know, it reminds me of you. it's tiny and blue-y, just like you!" he held it out for both of them to see.

louis just scoffed, rolled his eyes and ignored the heat coursing through him. "you're absolutely stoned, h" he laughed.

"and what about it?" he challengingly lifted a brow and leaned forward.

"nothing" louis smiled.

harry shrugged, wrapped his lips around the mouth of the bottle and tipped his head back, his throat bobbed as he chugged the alcohol in one shot. louis watched, eyes wide, mouth dry, stomach hot and heart racing.

he pulled the bottle away from his mouth and set it down by his feet. louis solely, one hundred percent blames whatever little amount of alcohol present in his system in that moment for making him say what he said next, "how does- how do... i taste?" he asked in a low voice before he bit his bottom lip.

it was pretty dark, but not enough to miss the dark, intense sort of glint in harry's eyes as they made contact with louis'. "delicious" he smirked and obnoxiously swiped his tongue from one end of his lips to the other.

one moment louis was nodding and slightly bowing his head to break the eye contact and the next harry's face was mere centimeters from his, bright green eyes bored into his, breath fanned louis' cheeks, plump pink lips twisted into a smirk.

"wanna taste?" harry whispered, as his hand traveled to rest on louis' waist.

before louis could even begin to so much as think of a reply, harry's lips were on his, pinning him back against the wall. his brain said otherwise while his body seemed to move on its own, as his hands found their way to harry's curls and lips moved against his. the way harry's tongue enveloped his and their mouths fit together like they were made for each other, the taste and smell of fruit and vodka in harry's mouth, the amount of passion, the intensity, just the pure want that coursed between them as their hands tugged at each other to be even, impossibly closer, made louis believe that he'd really ascended to heaven.