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"Harry, wake up! This is the third time I've begged you, now please!" Louis whined, tightening his patterned tie around his neck.

Today was Eleanor's birthday, otherwise known as the worst day of Harry's life.

Louis would leave Harry to dance with Eleanor and kiss her like they were lovers again. It always left an uneasy feeling in his stomach- never mind the alcohol.

"Why the hell do I have to go? You always leave and I'm forced to talk to Eleanor's family about politics. Who the hell cares about politics, Lou?" Harry mumbled from under the comforter.

Louis huffed and stomped his foot like a child before ripping the covers off of his boyfriend.

"You have exactly ten minuets to get ready. A second later and you'll be sleeping on the couch."

Harry sighed and mumbled something along the lines of how much he hated Eleanor and how he would not under any circumstance talk to her family members.

He dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. There, he showered and styled his near shoulder length curls into something nice. Or at least that's what he thought.

With thirty seconds to spare, harry met an unhappy looking Louis downstairs.

"Bloody hell, you look like shit. There's no time for you to change, we're already running late." Louis sighed before grabbing the keys and heading out the door.

Harry followed close behind, wondering if he actually did look bad in his £1,000 Armani suit.

The car ride there was quiet. Louis was focused on the road and Harry was focused on how he was going to get through the day without getting trapped in a conversation with strangers or crying in front of everyone.

The pulled up to the venue and Harry was already dreading it. He could literally hear the classical music and taste the fancy champagne. This was going to be hell for him.

"Louis, Harry! We're so glad you could make it!" Eleanor's parents celebrated, welcoming the two in tight hugs. Harry nearly gagged at the expensive perfume Mrs. Calder was wearing that smelled vaguely of sewer water and sadness.

"It's a shame to see you single, Harry, you're such a handsome boy!" Eleanor's mother frowned and Harry was only three seconds away from telling her that no, he wasn't single, and yes, he and Louis were dating- but he held his tongue and nodded.

"Is Eleanor around?" Louis asked, looking over the crowd. Harry heard her parents say something along the lines of near the ballroom floor but he wasn't sure. All he had on his mind was to get to the bar next door and get as drunk as he possibly could to forget this day, all without Louis knowing.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, actually if that's okay." Harry said, and with that, he was free.

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The bar was loud. Too loud for Harrys liking, but it was better than the party Louis dragged him to. So he sat and ordered five shots of absolut vodka.

If he was going to drink to forget, he wanted to make sure he did it right.

And soon, five shots turned into six and six turned into seven and it was when he was on his seventeenth shot that Louis found him.

"Oh my god you're drunk. You're actually drunk " Louis said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, completely dumbfounded.

"Louis, relax okay? I'm not even drunk? Just a little- a little tipsy?" Harry, who was pink in the cheeks and warmed with alcohol simply slurred as if he was unsure of his words.

"Get in the car. We're leaving." Louis ordered. Harry was too drunk to order an eighteenth time, and it was a good thing because Louis was furious enough.

"Fine." He sighed and rolled his eyes. He tired to get up on his own but his vision was blurred and he stumbled over himself, Louis grabbing him before he fell.

"I can't believe this." Louis said over and over again throughout the car ride home. Harry was starting to feel the after affects of drinking vodka straight from the bottle as soon as they got home.

As soon as they stepped foot into the flat, Louis grabbed Harrys hand and led him to the upstairs bathroom.

"Lou, what are you doing?" Harry asked, wincing from the sound of the faucet running.

"Brushing your teeth. You smell like an alcoholic."

Harry smiled and pulled away.

"I can brush my own damn teeth." Harry sighed, his eyes closed.

Louis shook his head before sticking the fluoride loaded toothbrush into Harrys mouth. The whole time, Harrys head kept falling back and Louis had to hold the younger lads chin to keep it from doing so.

"Harry, please stay still." Louis practically begged.

"Does my breath still smell like an alcoholic?" Harry asked, and Louis told him to spit.

"No, but your clothes do." He grimaced and right as he did Harry groaned.

"What? What's wrong?" Louis asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Harry simply fell to his knees and crawled over to the toilet, flipping the lid open before he retched and coughed.

"Harry," Louis tried to say as he reached a helping hand out to Harry.

"Don't fucking touch me." Harry snapped, holding his head in his hands, gripping his curls away from his face.

"Harry, don't be snide."

Harry coughed again before retching, only spitting saliva into the water below him.

"You didn't want to help me earlier, I sure as hell don't need your fucking help now."

Louis was taken aback by what Harry had just said to him. Before Louis could ask what he had done to deserve that, Harry let out one more retch before actually throwing up, the alcohol burning his throat.

Louis could only watch from the sink and Harry threw up and began to cry. The younger lad gripped his curls back again before vomiting a pinkish hue. Louis' heart was breaking.

Despite Harry's shouts for him to "just fucking leave!" Louis walked over to the boy and held back his hair with one hand and rubbing his back in the other.

"You fucking made me go to her damn party for what? To just watch you guys kiss?" Harry cried, resting his head on the rim of the toilet.

"You're my boyfriend, not hers!" He cried again before working himself up into another retch.

"Harry, I know it was hard to watch. It was hard to do, but I had no other choice."

"Bullshit!" Harry sniffled. By now, he was completely empty of any alcohol but full of heart ache. Louis flushed the toilet and helped Harry over to the sink again to wipe off his mouth and chin.

"Listen, how about we cancel any plans for tomorrow and just have a day off, yeah? Just me and you darling." Louis cooed and Harry nodded a weak and tired nod.

"Let's lie down, okay?"

"Okay." Harry whispered, his eyes practically closed. Louis led Harry to their bed and pulled him into a hug. He pulled the duvet over him and kissed Harry's damp curls.

He listened to Harrys breathing eventually even out and soon, he was asleep, leaving Louis in a state of relief.

Once he knew Harry was asleep, he snuck away to clean the rest of the bathroom before showering and u dressing Harry from his suit and i to some sweats.

When the younger boy awoke, he still felt like hell, but wasn't as much as a hot mess as before. He joined Louis to watch the telly before eventually falling back asleep in Louis' arms.

The place where he felt safest. The place he knew he belonged. The place that was his and no one else's.
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