"I can put Niall in the back of his own car." Zayn said, "That way if he gets sick it's not in Harry's."
"Good idea." Liam agreed, "I'll help you take him out. I'm sure he won't mind."
Zayn laughed, "Lets do it."
Louis watched as Liam and Zayn picked Niall up from the couch. Harry had opened the door so they could carry him out and closed the door behind them.
"Looks like it's just you and me then." Harry smiled.
Louis held up a thumb.
Harry laughed then pushed some of his hair back, "I'm not going to bite you."
Holy shit that's hot, Louis thought.
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"You wish you could."
"I do." Harry admitted.
Louis just blushed. He could feel the alcohol in his system. That was the only reason he was flirting with Harry. Or at least attempting to flirt with him.
"You're good to go." Zayn said, walking through the door, "You feeling okay, Louis?"
Louis nodded. Whenever he drank a lot he never really got drunk. He just became flirty and really outgoing. Probably a bad combination when Satan with a suit was going to drive him home.
"Satan with a suit." Harry chuckled, "I like that."
"God damn it." Louis muttered.
Zayn laughed and put an arm around his friend, "Take care of yourself, Louis. I'll message you in a bit, yeah?"
Louis nodded, "Thanks for dinner, Z. See you soon."
They said their goodbyes and made their way to their cars. Louis nervously slid into the passenger seat of the black BMW.
"Wow." Louis whispered, running his hand over the interior.
"What do you think?" Harry asked, closing his door.
"I think that you are a show off, Mr. Styles." Louis chuckled, looking over at him, "Who needs a car like this?"
"No one." Harry shrugged, "I just thought it was nice. Zayn gave me your address so I have it in my GPS. I figure you're out of your mind right now and won't be able to tell me what it is."
"Oh poo on you, Harry. Take me home please. I want to throw up in private."
Harry chuckled and started the car, "Put your belt on please."
"No."
"Wow. You really are a baby."
He leaned over and grabbed the belt. The smell of his cologne went straight to Louis's cock. He tried to ignore the way Harry's hair brushed against him as he hooked his belt. He told himself it was just because he had been drinking.
