Yorkshire Tea|| Larry AU

15. Feelings

- 2 months later -

"You look beautiful, Haz." Louis spoke as the car stopped in red light. Harry's cheeks turned crimson red but it wasn't noticed by Lou as it was already night time.

"Thank you." Harry replied shyly as he turned away to look at the busy streets.

Louis and Harry were alone for the night. They're on their way to a club that Harry desperately wanted to go in.

"We're now here." Louis said, getting out of the car first to open the door for Harry. He smiled when he sees Harry's cheeks turn red.

From outside of the club, they could already hear loud music blasting from the inside. They went in and Harry scrunched his face.

It smells horrid. You could see people kissing and grinding on each other everywhere. Louis pulled him into a table and leant in to speak loudly.

"Do you want some drinks?" Louis asked and Harry nodded.

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Louis doesn't have a single clue on when it happened. He is now watching Harry dancing on the dance floor, hips swaying against the best.

Harry drank only four glasses of liquor, Louis did drink but he kept himself sobered up.

Harry didn't like the taste at first but he wanted to enjoy the night with Louis. So he drank until he couldn't control himself.

Once the music stopped, Harry giggled and walked towards Louis with his lanky legs.

"Loueh." Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' neck and smiled, his eyes closed.

"Let's go home, love. You're already drunk." Harry whined and shook his head no.

"I-I'm having fun! Dance with me." Harry suggested but pouted when Louis replied with a shake of his head.

"Carry me." Is all Harry said before he dropped all his wait on Louis. Louis caught him and lifts him up, carrying him to the car.

Once both of them were buckled up, Louis started driving home.

"I like you."

"What?" Louis turned to look at Harry, wanting to make sure if he heard the right thing.

"I like you. A whole lot. I like it when you're taking care of me or whenever you hold me." Harry smiled at him.

Louis didn't reply. He doesn't know what to reply. Harry is drunk. But drunk words are sobered thoughts, right?

"Don't take me back home, please. Liam would be mad at me when he sees me drunk." Harry mumbled and then he fell asleep.

Louis chuckled and drove to his own house, parking the car and decided to carry Harry in the guest bedroom.

He lays Harry down and shook his body to wake him up.

"Love, you need to change. It won't be comfortable to sleep in those clothes." Louis softly spoke and watched as Harry stirred awake.

Harry didn't speak as he removed his pants and shirt lazily.

"Cuddle me, please?" Louis hummed and nodded, it's Harry. He couldn't turn down to a cuddle offer with him.

Louis removed his shirt and changed into some sweats in his own room before laying next to Harry, holding him close.