Forbidden {L.S.}

Twenty-Five

I stayed at Louis’ for a few more days after the trip to his parents’. Mine weren't very concerned with that I was doing, which seemed pretty strange to me. It was New Years Eve and I was trying to gauge if Louis still wanted me over or if I was annoying him. 

“Hazza,” Louis called from the kitchen. I got up with a small whine because I was comfortable and just waiting on him.

“Yeah?” I asked when I came in the room only for Louis to pull me to him and hug me. “I like this.”

Louis chuckled. “Do need to go home yet?”

“Do you want me to go home?” I asked, looking up at him and staring into his eyes. 

He leaned down and kissed me. “Of course I don't want you to leave.” He nuzzled into my neck. “So you're staying?”

“Are you getting me drunk tonight?” I asked playfully. “Yes, I'm staying.”

“I didn't even have to bribe you,” Louis said happily against my neck. “And you're getting as drunk as you want.”

“Louis is condoning me drinking?” I gasped but smiled and he kissed my neck.

“Harry, you're almost eighteen,” Louis laughed against my neck, making me chuckle in turn. “No one's gonna know either unless you tell them.”

“I’m telling everyone,” I grinned, kissing him again when he looked up at me. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Louis repeated. “What do you like to drink?”

“I don't know,” I told him. “Whatever's fine.”

“I’m gonna find what you like,” Louis said. “Tonight will be fun.”

“Oh god, Imma be white girl wasted.” 

Louis just chuckled. “Course you would say that.”

Louis handed me a cup and then sat down next to me on the couch. I took a drink of whatever the hell he got me this time and leaned into him. “I'm such a lame teen. This is only the second time I've gotten drunk.”

“It's better than always doing it. Trust me,” Louis said, kissing the side of my head.

“As long as I'm not lame,” I mumbled before taking another sip. “What is this?”

“It's a whiskey,” Louis told me. I nodded and let out a content sigh. “You okay?”

“Yeah, are you?” I asked looking up. He nodded and I kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Louis replied, moving his arm so it was draped over my shoulders.

Louis shook his head. “Harry, you're drunk.” He started laughing and grabbed my shoulders. 

“And you're not?” I laughed, falling into him. He kissed my forehead and swayed us back and forth. “I love you, Lou.” I giggled really hard. “That rhymed.”

“Oh god, I have to deal with your hungover ass in the morning.” Louis still smiled and kissed me. “I love you, too.”

He wrapped me in a blanket and kissed my nose. He kept me close by holding the blanket, then he sucked on my neck. Then he pulled me against his chest, running his fingers through my hair. “Wanna go to bed?”

I nodded. “I hate fireworks, honestly. I didn't want you to feel like we had to do something to avoid it though.” I pulled the blanket around me more and leaned into him.

“If you don't like it, that's fine baby. I need to know that.” Louis grabbed my hand and pulled me to his bedroom. I changed into sweats and fell on the bed. Louis wasn't far behind me and he attempted to pull me further into the bed, but it wasn't working.

I finally moved up on the bed and Louis covered me and tangled our legs together. “Thank you for putting up with me,” I sighed against his neck.

“I'm not putting up with you, baby. I want you here.” Louis brushed his fingers over my back. “I love you. A lot. I always want you around.”

“I don't annoy you?” I asked honestly, dragging my fingers over his chest. “I feel like I get annoying at times and I don't want to annoy you and you stop liking-”

“Baby, I love you. I don't think you annoying me would break up the relationship. Plus, you're really not that annoying.”

“I feel like I am sometimes,” I said quietly, drawing shapes with my finger. “I'm over all the time and I don't know if you get sick of it or not.”

“Harry, I promise you that I love you, and that I would tell you if you were starting to get on my nerves or if I needed space. Right now I want you here.”

“I love you.” I closed my eyes. “I love you so much.”