met you in a bakery ~ HS + LT

met you in a bakery ~ 17

~warning~
there might be some slightly inappropriate parts in this chapter so skip if you aren't comfortable :)

Harry's POV

After quite a short taxi ride, we found ourselves trying to get into one of the bars. For some reason they let us pass, I've never tried alcohol before so I hope it was worth it.

We walked up to the bar, ordering one small drink just to try. It was more expensive than I hoped it would be but we were in a different country and the prices were much different than back at home.

And before I knew it, Louis was drunk.

I didn't drink that much, I felt a little bit dizzy but it wasn't much, instead I decided to be sensible and look after drunk Louis.

"Come dance with me" he insisted, wobbling all over the place as he dragged me into the dance floor.

"Louis.. we should probably head back to the hotel before you get into any more trouble" I suggested.

"Fine" he groaned. "But let me dance with you first."

He took both of my hands, spinning me around everywhere which just added to my dizziness. He then rested his hands on my hips, and we were both swaying to the music. If I didn't drink anything I probably would've found this super embarrassing.

After a few minutes of dancing, or attempting to dance anyway, I managed to drag Louis out of the bar and into the street.

He kept dancing around everywhere, falling over at one point and then everybody was looking at us like we were weirdos, which we probably were honestly, I wouldn't blame them.

Louis picked himself up, seeing the crowd of people watching, so I'm guessing he was trying to show off in front of them when he grabbed me and pulled me in slightly.

I kept looking to the side of us, we were obviously being stared at and it felt quite weird. Louis obviously didn't like that the attention wasn't on him.

"BOYFRIEND!" He yelled at me, turning me around and wrapping his arms around my neck, but not that tight so he wasn't strangling me. He attempted to kiss me but we had a bit of an audience, one person even holding up their phone and I'm guessing they were recording but I couldn't hold Louis back so I just stopped focusing on our mini audience and turned to Louis and gave him a quick peck on the lips before dragging him into the hotel near us to hide the embarrassment. I hope that woman wasn't actually recording us.

We got back up to the room then, and I forced Louis onto the bed and wrapped him in blankets.

"Go to sleep" I instructed, tucking him in gently.

"No..." he refused, pulling off his flannel and t-shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, staring at him as he pulled away from the blankets and started undressing.

He pulled me into his bare chest, laying me on top of him.

"Louis, stop it, you're drunk" I insisted, trying to pull away from him but his grip was way too strong.

He tried pulling down my pants and I kept smacking his hand away.

This was such a bad idea. Why did I let him go inside that bar? He was never going to sleep now.

His hand slid inside my pants.

"L-Louis......" I sighed in pleasure, trying to hold it in. "Stop it... please."

I managed to yank his hand out of my pants and I held him down, trying to get him to go to sleep but he just wouldn't give up.

"I don't wanna sleep!" he whined, grabbing my hips and squeezing at them.

"Stop it.." I pleaded, trying to be more firm with him.

"But Harry....."

"No, you're going to stop being so touchy and go to sleep" I insisted, laying down beside him and tucking him into the blanket, hoping he wouldn't pull them back off himself again.

"Fine..." he said, finally giving in and going to sleep. He was now laying there only in his boxers. I resisted the urge not to stare at him because I knew it was a bad idea when he was this drunk.

Finally, we both managed to get to sleep, thank God he stopped whining. He's so hard to manage when he's drunk.