One Shots || Larry Stylinson || Smut

Alcohol Tells The Truth.

"Louis!" Niall exclaimed after opening the door to reveal his very close friend, Louis Tomlinson. "Glad you could make it, man." 

"There's no way I'm missing your birthday, Nialler," Louis replied, stepping round Niall to get into the house. He looked round at the crowded hallway, surprised that so many people had arrived so early into the party. "How many have come?"

"Fuck knows!" Niall yelled over the loud music, laughing uncontrollably. He pulled a sudden straight face. "I do have friends, you know."

"Fucking hell," Louis muttered, looking at his watch. "It's only been a couple of hours and you're already pissed."

Niall grinned. "I am not pissed. Just happy."

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Louis, looking round. He frowned and had a look of disappointment as he turned back to face Niall. "Is Harry here yet?"

"The curly-haired one?" Niall asked, leading Louis into the kitchen. 

"The very one," Louis confirmed.

"Yeah, he got here before the party started," Niall told him. "He tried to call you."

"Battery died," explained Louis. He looked round the kitchen. No sign of Harry. He looked back at Niall with something like confusion on his face. "Where is he?"

"He's in the - in the garden," Niall stammered, pointing in the direction of his garden. His lips cracked into a smile. "Go see."

"Okay ..." said Louis, still confused. He left the kitchen, pushed past the dancing bodies in the living-room, until he finally reached the back door. It didn't take him long to find his curly-haired best friend.

Harry was standing on the table, dancing like a madman. Louis watched on with wide eyes as Harry took a long sip of whatever drink he had in his hand, continuing to dance afterwards, throwing winks in the directions of those standing round the table. It was very unusual for Harry to let his hair down so much, or even drink, at parties. 

"He's pretty drunk, as you see," a familiar Irish voice pointed out. Louis looked to his right where Niall came from behind him to stand next to him, also watching on at a dancing Harry.

"Yeah ..." Louis replied, looking back Harry. He took a sip of his own beer.

At that moment, Harry looked in Louis' direction. His face suddenly lit up with a smile and bright eyes. He jumped down from the table, stumbling as he made his way over to Louis. Before he had the chance to fall, Louis caught him in his arms.

"Easy there, mate," Louis laughed, holding Harry steady.

"Lou," Harry slurred, sad expression on his face. "Why didn't you - why didn't you answer my call? I've been wor-ried." Louis noticed Harry was speaking louder than he normally would.

"My battery died," Louis explained, smiling gently at the boy in front of him.

"At least you're here - here now," Harry replied. 

"Yeah," Louis agreed, voice quiet.

Harry grinned, holding out a beer to Louis. "C'mon, Lou! Let's - let's drink a little." 

Louis held up his own beer. "Already got one, mate."

"Oh." Harry looked upset for a moment as he looked down to the ground. But his head snapped up with a happier expression on his face, like a lightbulb just went off in his head. He grinned, pushing Louis down to the ground, crawling ontop of him.

Louis was trapped under Harry's weight, still lying in the position Harry had put him in. He tried scrambling out but Harry was too heavy. But he couldn't deny enjoying the feeling of Harry ontop of him.