Louis smiled as he stepped through Harry’s front door again, though this time he was met by quite a different atmosphere than before.
He looked around, scanning the room for familiar faces. He saw people that he didn’t know even went to their school, guessing that word about the party had somehow got out.
He blamed Facebook entirely.
He noticed Liam and Zayn chatting by a fireplace, each holding a cup of punch in their hands, pointing towards something.
Then he noticed what they were pointing to.
Harry was in the middle of the living room, doing shots off a half naked girl body as she giggled and pulled on his curls. He was clearly drunk, although maybe that was an understatement.
“You know who’s looking hella fine tonight?” Liam said to Zayn, nursing his punch with one hand and using the other to fiddle with Zayn’s collar.
“No, who?”
“Niall Horan.” Liam said, looking over to where Niall stood at the edge of the room, avoiding all the action and staring at Harry. But then, who wasn’t looking at Harry by this point.
“Pffft.” Zayn spat, suppressing a sob.
“Liam! Zayn!” Louis hissed, walking over to them quickly, not caring about whatever conversation they were having.
“Hmmmm?” Zayn murmured distractedly.
“What the fuck is Harry doing?” Louis asked, not taking his eyes off of Harry as he got up and fell into a lamp, dissolving into a fit of laughter.
“He’s - well, I don’t know what he’s doing!” Liam shouted over the music, stifling a laugh.
“He’s kind of gone wild. Like, you know the movie Girls Gone Wild. Lesbian action and all that. Only Harry is a boy and he’s gone wild, you know? It’s like he’s never had a drink before! First, he just started taking shots, right at the beginning of the night. Then someone broke a vase and he started crying, and he’s just letting anyone in, even Niall and Cher are here!” Zayn said into Louis’ ear. Louis sighed dramatically.
“And you just let him?”
“He’s not a baby, he can look after himself.” Liam shrugged.
“But he obviously can’t.” Louis growled, gesturing to Harry with wild hand motions.
Both boys just shrugged, eyes trained on Niall. Zayn was giving him more of a glare than Liam though.
“Hopeless! Both of you!” Louis huffed, throwing his arms up exasperatedly and marching over the still laughing Harry.
“Loouuuiiisss!” Harry shouted, dragging out each syllable into a slur as he haphazardly made his way to Louis, strangling him in a hug.
“What- what are you doing?” Louis asked, trying as hard as he could to sound annoyed but instead found himself steadying them both from toppling over.
“I’m having a parrty!” Harry giggled, throwing his head back.
“Yes, I noticed.” Louis said monotonously. “But I thought it was going to be a small thing?”
“Someone invited everyone! And, want to know a secret?” Harry asked, dropping his voice to a whisper, leaning closer to Louis’ ear.
“What?”
“I’m a little drunk.”
“Never would have guessed.”
“You!” Harry laughed, hitting Louis lightly on the chest. “You knew! Who told you?”
