No one wanted to hang out with Louis and Harry post-show. Zayn rarely did, which was usual; what wasn't usual was the fact that Liam wouldn't stick around for a couple of beers and Niall wouldn't inhale an entire bag of chips in one sitting.
And naturally, with an opportunity placed before them, Louis and Harry got completely drunk.
Extremely.
Incredibly.
Hammered.
And somehow, for some reason, truth or dare became a part of the equation. Because of Louis, Lou wasn't going to find any of her things the next day, and because of Harry, Louis's clothes were stewing in a large bowl of yellow dye iced with vinegar to wear the next day. Louis sat down across from Harry and took a swig of his drink, wincing as it travelled down his throat. Harry giggled. "Ok, ok, my turn," Louis started. He bit his lip as he thought. Harry was flushed red and his eyes looked glossy. Louis watched as he shoved a stray hair out of his face. "I dare you to kiss me," he said quietly.
"...you didn't let me choose truth to dare."
"Then choose."
"Truth."
"Oh, screw it."
Louis's lips met Harry's, and he shivered a bit. Harry tasted like alcohol and chips and cigarette smoke and all good things. Louis sat up on his knees and grasped Harry's waist, pulling him closer. Harry didn't move, and Louis pulled away.
"...Why'd you stop?"
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Larry Stylinson Imagines
FanfictionTo the two husbands of One Direction, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles (aka Peter Pan and Susan Boyle). Because I got very upset that there are so many Harry Styles fanfics on here, partially because Larry is the most obvious thing I've ever come ac...
