It's 3 o'clock in the morning and Harry really wants to go home, but he promised Jay that Louis and him would go together. Small problem: Harry has no clue where Louis is, but he does see Perrie. He hopes the blond girl can give him more information.

"Hey Perrie, have you seen Louis? We should head home." Harry starts the conversation.

"He is upstairs with Eleanor. I don't know if you want to go up there now, mate." Perrie giggles, clearly drunk.

And that answer annoys Harry. Louis is upstairs with Eleanor? Disgusting. He really doesn't want to see them two fucking, but Harry is tired and wants to go home. He is not planning to wait until Louis got off. He has the right to cockblock Louis back.

When Harry walks upstairs, he hears loud screams. He recognises the voice as Eleanor. He can't help but eavesdrop what she says.

"You are pissing me off so much! We planned that you would stay at my place tonight and now you tell me you have to go home with that gay boy? And even if you didn't have to, you are drunk as fuck! You were literally the worst company ever tonight. You only paid attention to me for the first hour. I'm your girlfriend for fuck's sake, Louis!"

"I don't want you to call Harry gay boy." Louis hiccups, clearly drunk. "He is a good lad, good at uno as well. You should join us one time."

A smile creeps on Harry's face. Drunk Louis is nice. Maybe Harry should spike his drinks at home.

"You really are drunk, aren't ya? Defending him. Anyway, you ruined this night, Louis! We would have a romantic night at my place!"

"Don't act like we can never have that. We just don't have it tonight."

"You really don't get it. I needed it tonight!"

"Why?"

"I just had to. I can't explain you now." The girl is on the verge of tears.

"Well, you won't have it tonight, Eleanor." Annoyance is clear in Louis' voice and for some reason the fight between the two makes Harry a weird type of happy.

"You won't get it tonight. I'm going down now. I need to find Harry and go home." Louis wants to lean in for a small kiss but Eleanor turns her head.

"Grumpy bitch." Louis mumbles right after he slammed the door.

Shit. Harry quickly runs downstairs, sits on the first chair and starts to play candy crush, looking like he has been doing that since Josh left.

"Curly, ready to go home?" Louis screams. Harry just nods, puts his phone in his pocket and follows the brunette outside.

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"Louis, take care!" Harry catches the boy when he falls over his own feet, not being able to walk straight.

"Aw, look at you Curly! You are my hero!" the boy giggles, looking into Harry's green eyes.

Harry blushes, quickly helps Louis back on his feet and he supports the boy. He doesn't want him to hurt himself by falling.

"Which turn do we have to take now? Left or right?" Harry asks as they arrive at a t-point. Harry doesn't know the area yet. He is barely in the country for two weeks.

Louis puts his finger in his mouth and then puts it in the air, feeling the wind.

"We have to go left!" he points at the direction. Harry giggles and Louis really likes the sound of that so he decides to make more jokes. Harry is cute when he giggles.

After half an hour walking, which is normally only 15 minutes, the boys arrive at the house.

"Harry..."

Harry looks up, facing the smaller boy and giving him a questioning look.

"Can you carry me upstairs?"

Harry sighs. "I don't think that's what you want, Louis. You don't really like it when I touch you at all, I don't want to spread the 'gay', as you called it."

And the next action catches Harry by surprise. Louis pushes the taller boy against the wall, his lips touching the shell of Harry's ear.

"I can't catch what I already have, can I?"

The words that leave Louis' mouth make Harry's heart beat faster. He must be joking. This must be the alcohol speaking.

"Louis, I don't think that you know what you are doing. You should go to sleep."

"And you should wear your floral shirts again. They look so hot. You look so hot in them. Why are you wearing this boring thing? Want to see you in the beautiful shirts, babe." Louis' lips are touching Harry's neck, no kiss, no love bite, just ghosting over the pale skin of the American boy.

"You told me it was your grandmother's table cloth." Harry' voice is getting weaker. Yes Louis is a dick and treats Harry horrible but Harry is also a teenage boy and Louis is hot, really hot.

Louis' fingers go under Harry's white shirt, tracing his abs.

"I talk some shit. You are hot, Harry. The things I want to do to you."

"Like what? Push me off a cliff." Harry still can't believe that Louis is doing this and he expects the pranking part to come soon.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like shit. I want to talk about it." Louis' tone goes from seductive to serious.

"You are drunk, Louis. I don't think that's a conversation for now."

"I think it is." Louis takes Harry's hand, pulling the boy upstairs.

"Your room or mine?"

"Mine is fine." The curly lad sighs. He doesn't know where he is getting himself into. Tomorrow morning he is going to get the cold hand from Louis again. But maybe he should enjoy this and open up. Maybe he should enjoy the fact that Louis is actually being nice and flirty to him.

So both boys are lying down on Harry's bed, facing each other.

"I'm sorry I'm a dick. I wish I could say that I never wanted to hurt you but I did actually want that. I don't want to anymore."

The look in Louis' eyes looks sincere, but Harry keeps reminding himself that the boy downed a bottle of alcohol.

"You can just stop, you know." Harry giggles, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm just scared." Louis whispers, breaking eye contact.

"Scared for what, Louis? What can possibly go wrong when you are just nice to me?"

"That I do things that I'm not supposed to do." Louis looks back up into those beautiful green orbs. They are so gorgeous.

Harry is confused, really confused.

"What do you mean, Louis?"

"I mean this."

Louis leans in, softly pressing his lips against Harry. Harry freezes, not knowing what to do and his heart is beating crazily, caused by the electrical shock that went through his body only by Louis' touch.

Harry starts to kiss back, hands resting on Louis' lower back. Louis bites his lip and it's just so hot. The kiss gets rougher and Louis starts to grind, making both himself and Harry moan.

"Sh, baby. My mom and Lottie are sleeping." Louis whispers, still making both their crotches touch.

Harry knows that what he is doing is wrong. Louis is straight and Harry is sure that the first thing the boy is going to do tomorrow morning is punch him in the face.

"Louis, you are drunk. I don't want you to do something that you regret." Harry whispers. The words are hard to speak because this feels so incredibly good.

"I know what I'm doing. I want to do this. If you don't want to, I'll stop right now." Louis looks at Harry, waiting for permission.

"I want this." The curly lad says, rolling his eyes back in pleasure when Louis pushes harder against him.

"Fuck, Harry this is so hot." Louis moves faster and it doesn't take long for both boys to come in their pants.

Louis rolls off Harry, pecking his lips.

"Can I sleep here, Hazza?" the pair of blue eyes look up at him.

"Sure I guess." Harry says, not sure about why he agrees. Only this morning the boy was making it his lifegoal to ruin Harry's life and now he is sharing a bed with him, kissed him and got each other off. What is wrong with Harry? He shouldn't be doing this with Louis, it's such a bad idea. Yet why does it feel so incredibly right?

It only takes a few minutes for Louis to fall asleep in Harry's arms, soft snores leaving his mouth. Harry stands up, carefully carries the boy bridal style and puts him in his own bed. As sweet and as loving Louis has been tonight, Harry knows that when the boy would wake up in Harry's bed, He'd freak out. And that's the last thing Harry needs.