Paríe ~ Larry Stylinson✔️

9

"Shots!" Niall's voice echoes through the crowded bar, in his hand he is holding a black tray with a lot more shots than needed. He moves through the crowd effortlessly showing off his skills of walking through a mess of people without spilling one drop of alcohol.

"SHOTS!" Louis yells when he sees Niall, he might have had a little more to drink than he was planning. But it doesn't really matter because it's a Sunday tomorrow and Wilma and Ben is the only once working tomorrow.

Next Sunday it's his and Niall's turn.

Harry is watching Louis smile towards him from the other side of the table, he haven't been drinking as much as the others. Connor always got really mad when he got super drunk so he just ends up switching the alcohol to regular coke most of the time.

"Take a shot Harry!" Louis says hands him one of the small glasses from the tray that Niall put down on the table, Louis is too drunk to notice the little hesitation in Harry's eyes before he takes it from Louis. Their hands only touch for a split second but they both feel the spark from the touch.

Harry even forgets about the boy who probably is waiting for him at home, right in this moment he feels free... Happy even.

"CHEERS!" Zayn screams out and pushes his glass to the middle of the table as a sign for all of the other boys to follow, and they do.

The liquid burns a little, but the sweet taste of pear soon takes over. It's one of those liquors that is kind of dangerous because of the sweet taste mixed with the high percentage of alcohol.

A couple of shots later Harry starts to feel drunk, he can't remember the last time that he felt like this. Sure alcohol isn't the best way to have fun, but right now this is exactly what he needed.

"I need a smoke." Louis announce to the people around the table, some girls have joined them talking to Niall and trying to flirt with Harry, not aware of the fact that he isn't interested in them.

As a knight in shining armour Louis looks over at him and gives him a nod of his head.

"You coming Harry? You know how bored I get smoking on my own." Flashing the younger boy a smile, something inside of him feels different when he looks at the curly haired boy. Things feels different when the alcohol in his body is mixed with beautiful green eyes.

"Sure." Harry is fast up on his feet, wobbling a little due to the balance not being what it usually is. He knows that Connor is going to yell at him for being out late drinking, but right now he can't really worry about his overprotective boyfriend.

Together the two men moves through the crowd towards the door, their bodies are being pushed together when they move through the dance floor and Louis can't help but to let his hand rest on Harry's lower back, helping him get through.

He doesn't know that he is setting Harry's whole body on fire by just one touch, by just letting his hand rest on him.

Feeling that Harry have never felt before is rising inside of him and if he was a little drunker he probably would have jumped Louis then and there... but he don't, he isn't a cheater.

He made a commitment to Connor, and Connor loves him... he is safe.

They get out in to the cold summer air and Louis let his hand move away from Harry, leaving both of them feeling empty.

He lights a cigarette and they just stand there in silence, Harry is memorising every piece of Louis face while he is smoking the deadly stick in his hand.

"Take a picture, it last longer." Louis jokes, making a red colour rise on Harry's cheeks. They don't say anything more about it, but Harry still feels embarrassed about him getting caught.

When they make their way back to the table the crowd have seemed to get even thicker on the dance floor and they are being pushed even more toward each other, like a sign.

"Fuck it let's just dance." Louis laughs out in his drunken state, they're halfway through the dancefloor and both of them are covered in a thin layer of sweat from the heat of all the bodies.

Louis starts to dance to the music, moving his hips in a way that makes Harry feel like he is hypnotised by every move.

"Dance with me." Louis says pulling on Harry's hands, moving him towards him. Harry can't do anything else than dance with him, moving his body to the beat of the music.

Feeling completely free.

The music is playing so loudly and the blood inside Harry's body is pumping with every beat.

Louis is so close to him that if he leaned in a little more he could smell that perfume that he put on to cover up the typical smell of food that he usually have after a whole day in the kitchen.

He doesn't lean in, but Louis does.

So they are so close that if the moved a little closer their bodies would touch, if Harry just moved his head down he would be able to touch those pink lips with his. He wants that, he wants it more than anything else...

But instead of doing it and listening to every single part of his body that is screaming at him to kiss the man, he backs away. He looks at Louis with a sad smile, and the smile he gets back is a spitting image of the one on his lips.

They both know nothing is going to happen here tonight, not because they don't want it to happen... no. It won't happen because Harry won't be that guy that gets drunk and kiss other people.

"I should leave." He says still having that smile on his face feeling a heavy feeling in his chest.

"I'll see you at work." Louis say trying to give Harry a happier smile, failing miserably.

Harry makes his way through the London streets, not bothering to take the underground even though it's faster. He doesn't want to admit it but he isn't ready to get home and face his angry boyfriend.

He manage to sober up a little by the time he enters the apartment, only to hear the usual sound of Connor on the computer talking to his friends.

"Hi." Harry says when he walks in to the main room, taking off his shirt.

"Hi, how was work?" Connor asks, not taking his eyes off from the computer screen to look at the drunk boy.

"Good, I'm going to bed." Harry says, realising that his boyfriend didn't even realise that he was home three hours later than expected.

"Night." Not once taking his eyes off the computer to look at Harry.

Harry gets undressed to his boxers and just crawls in to bed, letting his eyes close. Taking him back to the dance floor where he felt seen.

Louis is on his third cigarette since he left the bar, he just can't seem to relax. He can't get those green eyes out of his head and all he wants is to go back in time and just grab his head and kiss him.

Everything in his body is screaming at him for not having kissed the younger man.

But instead of doing anything about it he is standing on his balcony smoking his life away, watching the sun rise above the houses. It's early in the morning now and he haven't been able to get any sleep, because every time he closes his eyes Harry is there in his mind.

He doesn't know why he feels this way, but he knows he shouldn't... Harry has a boyfriend...

No matter how many times Louis tells himself that it doesn't help, he still feels like it's not something that's important.