Narry One Shots

Cant Help Falling In Love With You

It all started as a joke between mates during a night where bad decisions were as readily available as alcohol. It never mattered how many times he found himself in this situation, Harry was never used to the way Louis became so adamant that his ideas were fantastic after several drinks.

"Just for a laugh! C'mon, Hazza!"

"No," Harry replied even though he was laughing. "I am not doing it!"

"Oh, why not? Are you scared or summat?"

"No!" Harry kept laughing, looking back and forth between Louis and Liam, who was also laughing uncontrollably. Louis wasn't sharing in the laughter but he was grinning so widely that he didn't need to.

"Come on," Louis whined. "You can't go to your sister's wedding stag, that's horrible!"

"I won't be there alone! You lot will be there!"

"We don't count," Liam pointed out. "We're each other's dates."

"Indeed we are," Louis agreed as he threw his arm around Liam's neck, pulling him against his body with a bit more force than Liam was ready for. They all erupted into laughter as Liam latched onto the table between them, saving himself from falling onto the floor.

"Besides, what's the harm in going stag?" Harry went on, ignoring the look on Louis' face. "Maybe I'll meet someone there!"

"A likely story," Louis said with a huff. "Knowing you, you'll get pissed and whine in the corner all night."

"I will not!"

"Prove me wrong, then!" Louis slammed his fist down on the table, sending himself into a fit of giggles and Harry shook his head.

"Alright, alright, if I do it will you shut the fuck up?"

Louis beamed. "Promise."

"Christ," Harry mumbled as he stuffed his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone. "I dunno how you put up with this one all the time, Li."

"Years of practice," he replied with a smile. Louis scoffed, pretending to be offended as Liam kissed his cheek. Harry finally pulled his phone from his pocket, cursing his too tight jeans and ignoring the snickers from the other two.

"I'm not nearly drunk enough for this," he mumbled before turning around and signaling for the waitress to bring another round.

*

Louis insisted that it all started because Harry had been listening to nothing but his music for months. Harry swore it wasn't true, but nobody believed him. Both Louis and Liam had proof - of several occasions - where they'd walked into Harry's flat and the same album was blaring and Harry was singing along at the top of his lungs.

So when the rumors of his true sexuality started spreading like wildfire, Harry was sure he'd never hear the end of it. Louis was the first to tease, telling Harry over and over that it was obviously meant to be. Harry brushed it off as Louis acting like a silly 16-year-old fangirl, even though Louis couldn't be bothered to even listen to a single track unless Harry forced him to.

But honestly, Harry blamed it on three things: first and foremost, Louis. Mainly because once an idea was in his head, he was hell-bent on making it happen. The second, alcohol. Because alcohol always made stupid ideas seem brilliant at the time. And third, even if he'd never admit it aloud, he was lonely and it seemed worth a shot.

"This is absurd," Harry whined, starting to slur his words together as he pored over his iPhone screen and the blank tweet he'd had open for the last ten minutes.

"Absurdly amazing," Louis corrected, snickering as he leaned into Liam.

"No, just absurd." Harry laid his head down on the table and groaned loudly. "I don't even know what to say!"