The Next One (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 6

Louis POV:

We’re now in the kitchen and about to play beer pong. Liam and Harry against me and Luke. Luke is always around when someone starts a game. He’s like a freaking ghost who only appears when he wants to.

I have some doubts. Not because of me drinking into coma or whatever. No, Liam wants to play dirty and he knows how to play.

“Li…”

He interrupts me.

“So Lukeyyyyy. You’re going first.” Liam calls out giggly.

Luke takes his lip piercing beneath both of his lips and tosses. Of course Luke strikes. He’s the fucking captain of our universities basketball team.

“Harry. Drink.” Liam commands.

So the long and the short of it is that Harry drinks all of their cups on his own. This kid is so weird. How are you not able to say ‘No’ to drink something like 15 cups of beer on your own?

“I like youuuuuu.” Liam chuckles while Harry tries to find hold on a wall.

 Liam is not as drunk as me by now and way apart from Harry grade of drunkenness but still in a good, giddy mood.

Harry nods. He looks as if he would puke any minute. Carefully I take a step back.

“Great. Do you see that girl over there?” Liam asks-

He points into the other room. I turn my head just to see Kailey or Kelly, shit I don’t care, with some of her friends. What the hell is Liam up to? Harry has seen her too and nods again.

“I know she likes you.” Liam says.

Harry cocks his eyebrows and looks at him with disbelieve.

“Trust me. I spoke to her.” Liam pulls Harry into a side hug while Harry looks like a confused and way too drunk bambi. My doubts grow.

“This could be interesting.” Luke chuckles next to me.

It will.

“C’mon Harry. Go over and speak to her.” Liam smiles.

“What?” He says with a damped voice. Poor boy.

“Um Harry…”I want to say something.

But Liam is too fast.

“I don’t know. Tell her she’s hot and nice and that you are going to give her the best fuck she’ll ever has and let her be your slut until she can’t even scream your name anymore.”

The grin on Liam’s face grows with every second. While Harry turns pale und swallow thickly.

“Only nice.” He just says and head into Cassidy’s direction.

Liam laughs so hard that I’m worried about him running against a wall while we were following Harry over to Katelyn.

When he reaches the group of girls he stops abruptly. Obviously he has not a clue what to do next. Luke groans in disbelieve while Liam has to braces himself on a chair because of laughing.

After a few seconds Harry comes to the decision to tap Katelyn… HER NAME IS KELSEY… on the shoulder. She turns around and he takes a step back.

‘Oh Harry.’ I shake my head.

“What?” She asks with a smile.

Maybe Harry is a wallflower but he’s still good-looking.

“Thap habna… logquizsa.. flutu blab..”

I’m able to understand most of the drunken people and most of the people who stammer but what Harry just said could only be described as a variable stringing together of letters.

Kelsey looks at him with a quizzical look on her face.

“I mean… Hey… I bet you’re a really nice girl.” He croaks.

And with this words Harry commits right on her lap. Not once, not twice. Actually I really don’t want to call a number.

She screams and a few of her friends join her. Meanwhile Harry is trying to wipe his mouth clear with the back of his hands. Shit, why haven’t I stopped this before.

Liam doesn’t seem to care, neither does Luke. Both of them were laughing there asses of. I’m disgusted.

“IIIIHHH! Why did you do this to me you fucking bastard? You’re nuts. Go away you psycho! No one wants you anyway.” Kelsey shouts at him in wild rage.

Some other people have surrounded the happening by now and more than a few laughs like shit. Harry stands in the middle and I feel the guild rushes over me. Fuck. I do a step into his direction but it’s too late. Harry begins to push his way through the crowed and out of the building.

 I rest.

“Um, thanks. I don’t think it’s your fault anyway. I drank, I said dump things, I spit.” He says low.

I can’t believe this. I don’t know this guy and I’m not really interested into his life but this isn’t healthy at all. Besides that he reminds me of my mum and therefor I have to say something.

“Harry, why do you say this? Hell. You did nothing wrong. Hear me? Nothing. Maybe to listen to us but besides that we are the bad and you… um…”

I really don’t want to say victim.

“You are the good one. So please be mad at me, scream or take revenge. But don’t take yourself that low.” I frown at him.

“Why would you think that I take myself low?” He asks curios.

“Harry. It’s obviously.” I can’t suppress the pity in my voice.

“What’s obviously?” A voice asks behind me and when I turn around she is standing there. Right in front of me. Clara.

I smile widely. She looks even prettier than the last time I saw her. Her cheeks are a bit blushed because of the cold wind and she has bundled her hair into a bow. All in all so incredible pretty but still nothing had changed in particular so I just don’t know why she is so gorgeous. I mean she always looks wonderful but in this particular…

“What’s obviously?” She repeats her question once more.

‘Why is she even here?’

“Do you guys know each other?” I ask, while looking from her to him and back, expecting the worst.

A secret boyfriend.

Harry!?

This dump ass should better leave her alone.

“He’s my cousin or something like that.” Clara says.

Once more relief flows through my body.

“So what are you guys talking about?” She asks curiously.

Shit.

“Ehm… nothing. Only guy talk. You know who gonna die the next at ‘Games of Thrones’ and stuff. Um… I really have to go. My bus. See you guys tomorrow. Bye.”

And I nearly run away. The last thing I need is her thinking of me in a bad way.