Harry Styles Sickfics

Drunk Sick (Smut)

It's ma birthday! It's ma birthday!

"Come on tossers! Let's go party!!" I shouted to my mates, Louis, Niall and Liam.

It's my 21st birthday today, and i have every intention of getting pissed.

"Calm down curly!" Lou shouted in my ear as we entered the night club. " Let's go find a table first" he dragged me by my hand through the crowd of scantily dressed girls and tough looking guys.

We sat at a table near the back of the club.

"I'll get the first round in " said Liam. He knew what we all wanted, and took Niall with him to carry them back.

"Sooo...Hazza...you planning on pulling tonight?" He smirked at me.

I laughed. "Play your cards right and yes, thats the plan" i squeezed his thigh and winked.

Music was blasting out. This is the best club in Manchester.

We sat chatting and drinking, bopping in our seats to the music. Liam went off dancing with some blonde girl and then Niall disappeared with a brunette. Leaving me and Louis alone.

"Hey sexy! You cum here often?" I giggled at Louis , saying the word 'cum' suggestively. My hand traced up his inner thigh.

"Ooh Harry. I think you maybe a teeny bit tipsy love!" He sniggered, sitting back so i get more room to move my hand. Naughty.

We had even more drinks, and some shots. The bloody room was spinning, but i feel great!

"Let's dance!" I suggested , staggering to my feet and pulling Louis up by his hands. He fell into my arms and nearly hit a table. I giggled loudly. "Oopsy!"

We managed to get on the dancefloor, squeezing between everyone else.

"Ooh fuck yes! Louis! I fuckin love this one!" I yelled at him as i thrust my hips into his crotch. It must've been hilarious to watch. "Oh yeah baby! Come on baby!"

We were stumbling around the floor, bumping into numerous people, trying to hold each other up. I'm not sure who is more drunk.

It's late now, and the slow songs start.

"Harry...harry babe...when we get home, i need to fuck you hard ok? Harry?"

" if you can get it up love! " i laughed loud, a few people heard and laughed too. Louis blushed.

I put my hands on his waist, he put his up round my neck and snuggled into my chest, and we slow danced, kind of.

"I love you Lou!"

" love you too Hazza, can we go fuck now? "

I looked down at him and smirked, feeling very dizzy. I pulled him closer and lifted him so his legs were wrapped around my waist.

I placed my lips on his and swiped my tongue over his bottom lip, he opened his mouth and our tongues had a battle. I was struggling to keep my cock from getting hard and i could feel him getting harder against me.

I carried him back over to our table and sat with him on my lap, continuing our passionate kiss.

"Fuck Lou! We need to get home now!" I panted.

" Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! " he moaned.

I got my phone out and quickly sent messages to Liam and Niall, and we left the club to find a taxi.

We carried on kissing in the back of the taxi, steaming the windows up a bit. I think the driver was getting turned on by us, perv.

We managed to scramble our way into our flat, and went straight to our bedroom, stripping on the way.

Louis laid on the bed and i pounced on him, hoping we can actually do this cos we are so fucking pissed.. i can hardly see straight.

I leaned over to kiss him when i felt nauseous. I stopped and swallowed hard, wiping my sweaty forehead. I tried to go down again, and another wave went over me.

"Fuck!" I shouted and tried to get off of Louis, but i wasn't quick enough and ended up vomiting on the bed next to him. He jumped up quickly, so he wasn't getting sicked on, looking shocked.

"Fucking hell Harry!"

To be continued....
All the love xxx