Fools Gold - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 1

Louis' POV

The music was blaring much too loud for my liking. The taste of alcohol was intoxicating. There were a bunch of sweaty feminine bodies dancing all around me.

I hate parties.

I knew I would regret this. Why did I even agree to this? Fucking Zayn made me go. Well, that and the fact that Harry is here.

Harry.

I love him. I've always loved him. Ever since primary school, I've wondered what it would feel like to run my hands up his back, run my fingers through those curls, press my lips to the soft skin of his neck-

Stop. I tell myself. I know from experience if I keep this thinking up I'll get a tent in my pants.

I dont think I'm ever not thinking of Harry in some way. He's always at the back of my mind, kinda always in my thoughts.

He'll always be in my heart.

I sat myself down on a couch and watched a couple snog their drunk asses off on the floor. The music still blasting loud as fuck.

Speaking of which, I'm probably the only sober person at this party. All my friends are pissed drunk, including Harry.

Drunk Harry is hilarious, he dropped a bottle of beer earlier and literally squealed "oh no my banana!"

I smile at the memory. It was moments and phrases like those that made me fall even deeper in love, if that was possible. He was just so cute and the closest thing to perfect there is in this world.

The couple had moved on to snogging on the couch, the boy unclipping the girls bra. That's when I decided to leave the party, I've seen enough boobs for one day.

I push my way to the door, through all the wasted people. I finally reached the door and twisted the knob, and bursted into the cool night air, a nice relief from the muggy, stuffy as fuck party. Ew.

"Hey Leeewie!" I heard a familiar voice slur. I look up from my feet to lock eyes with a very, very drunk Harry.

"Harry you're drunk," I chuckled.

"'M not druuunk. Only had three shots, maybe four, or six or ten," He protested.

"Get in my car Harry, I'll drive you home, okay?" I offered. I couldn't have him walk home in this shape.

"No, I 'wanna partay!" He pouted, throwing his arms in the air and doing a little dance.

"Get in Harry," I insisted. Harry didn't argue again and reluctantly got into the passenger seat of my car.

I had walked around to the drivers side and got in. I looked to my side to check on Harry, who had leaned his face in 6 inches from mine. I gasped in shock.

"Louuu, remember how you said you've never kissed anyone before?" He slurred, still drunk.

"Y-yeah," I whimpered because he was scaring the shit out of me but I wanted to kiss his lips so fucking badly.

"How 'bout I change that," He muttered before closing the gap between us and attacking my lips with his own.

His lips were softer than I imagined. The way they moved against mine was breathtaking. The feeling was overwhelming, and I wanted to kiss him back so badly it physically hurt. But, I knew he'd regret it in the morning.

"Harry" I mumbled against his lips, and tried to push him away from me.

"Shhh," He whispered and pulled me into his lap. This time I didn't protest and he started kissing me again, raking his fingers through my hair.

I finally couldn't help it anymore and let my lips move with his. I've wanted this for so long, and actually snogging Harry was 100x better than imagining it.

I don't have to imagine it anymore.

I let Harry take control, nibbling gently at my bottom lip. I let out a soft, barley audible moan. Not long after, he slid his tongue into my mouth. His mouth was hot, turning me on even more.

We continued our snog as his arms move up and down my back, and cup my bum. I gasped, throwing my head back. Harry takes this opportunity to plant his lips on my neck and begins to make a love bite, nibbling gently at the skin there.

"You're so beautiful, Lou. So beautiful," He says with a raspy voice. All I can think about is that I love him I love him I love him.

He pushes his fingers underneath my shirt in an attempt to take it off.

I break my lips from his after several minutes of breathless snogging. I can't let this go any farther.

"Harry stop," I demanded, climbing off his lap. He lets out a whine and reaches for me in an attempt to pull me back.

"No," I say, swatting his hands away, turning on the engine and pulling away from the curb.

That was easily the best few minutes of my life, I already desire the warmth of his lips against mine again. They were the perfect combination of soft and sweet. It's addicting.

We reach his house about 5 minutes later. I get out and open the door for him, supporting him in his drunken state.

"Goodnight, Harry" I say softly, once we're in front of his door.

"Night Lewis, lub you," He giggles and disappears into the house.

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