How to be a bad boy || larry

Step eight

Step eight: Get drunk and get a girl.

Harry's never been to a party. He's never had the experience of being drunk with people his age at a random place. He's never had a drunken hook up and he's never seen a drunken fight.

Now, he has hooked up and he has been drunk - just not at a party. It's new and exciting and best of all he's going with Louis Tomlinson.

It's a costume party, which basically means Harry gets to see girls dress as sluts and guys dress even more douchey - if that's possible. It's a night he's hoping to never forget.

His costume is so overdone, but he really can't bring himself to care. He's going as a nerd and his heart practically explodes when he opens his door to see Louis dressed as Danny from Grease.

"Don't you look cute," Louis grins when he sees him. Harry just shrugs and looks down at his feet. Louis looks so good and it kind of makes Harry shift uncomfortably.

"Ready to go? My car is still running," Louis smiles. Harry just nods and shuts his door. He already told his mom he was leaving.

"You look great by the way," Harry finally speaks up. Louis is holding his door open for him and Louis just beams and god Harry's heart shouldn't beat that fast.

"Thanks, nerd," Louis replies and Harry scowls at the awful name.

"Any steps tonight?" Harry asks when Louis starts to drive. Louis coughs awkwardly and looks ahead.

"Yeah. Step eight: get drunk and get a girl. You really don't have to do it though," Louis tells him with a shrug. Harry frowns at the word girl, but it's a step and it must be done.

"You probably shouldn't call her the next day either. You know, so you don't seem like a nice guy... Because bad boys are assholes," Louis throws in. Harry kind of wishes he could just sleep with Louis instead, but Louis doesn't want him and a rules a rule.

"Okay. I'll do it," Harry says quietly and Louis stiffly nods.

They arrive at the party and Harry can see Niall, Liam, Zayn and Stan all dressed as ninja turtles. Sophia is a princess and Eleanor is Sandy. Harry actually clenches his jaw at the sight.

"Matching? That's cute," Harry says when they arrive at the group. Eleanor grins and wraps an arm around Louis' shoulder.

"My idea. It's perfect," Eleanor grins. Harry just sighs and looks around. He wants to go inside and he also wants a beer.

"Lets go in. Harry, come get a beer with me?" Louis asks. It's like he can read Harrys mind and Harry just silently follows behind him. Him and Eleanor and their stupid couple costume.

"Becky's here?" Harry wonders out loud. Louis turns and sees her talking to a guy. Harry watches her interact so easily - something that never happened at his table.

"She comes to all the parties. You shouldn't go for her," Louis tells him. Harry gives him a confused look.

"I didn't say I was going to," Harry tells him. Louis just shrugs and grabs two cans of beer. Their firmly shut and Harry gets Louis to open his.

"What about Miranda? She's pretty," Harry says quietly. Louis scrunches up his face and shakes his head.

"No. She probably has something," Louis tells him.

This game goes on for awhile. Harry would look at a girl and Louis would find a problem with her. They drank and the more they drank the more Louis became opposed to every girl.

"There you are! Half my costume is missing," Eleanor cheers when she finds them. Harry screams on the inside and watches as she hugs Louis who hugs her back.

"Sorry. Wanted some time with Harry," Louis tells her. Harry just slowly slips away from the two feeling sad and stupid. He could never be better than pretty, popular Eleanor.

He's not paying attention and yelps when he feels warm beer spill down his chest. He curses and looks up at see Becky's apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she apologizes quickly. He doesn't smile at her, he curses again.

"Can this night be worse?" he complains. She just gives him a sad smile and tries to clean his shirt.

"Where's your boyfriend?" she asks and Harry feels his heart ache and his scowl grow.

"With his actual girlfriend," Harry growls jealously. Becky chuckles and grabs his hand.

"C'mon let's talk," she says.

•••

"Danny and Sandy, how pathetic," she says as she sips at her new beer. They're lying across some random bed and Harry bitterly laughs.

"No more pathetic than me. For awhile I thought he actually liked me," Harry mumbles. He never told her about the steps and the whole reason they started talking, but he's told her almost everything else.

"You deserve better, my friend. Go fuck some hot person downstairs," she instructs. Harry just sighs and flips over so he's lying on top of her.

"This means nothing. Don't expect me to call you later," Harry drunkenly breathes and then he kisses her with everything he has. It's all out of jealousy and when they're finally done fucking he really wishes he never did it.