louis walked into the bedroom with his arms around his stomach. he dug his sock covered toes into the carpet as he watched harry make the bed.

"h?"

"hi," harry gave him a soft grin. "you alright?"

nodding, the smaller man leaned against the doorway. "niall and zayn wanna go clubbing and asked me if i wanted to come..." he looked up at the man with questioning eyes but words don't fall out of his mouth.

"well, do you wanna go?" harry questioned. "that's all on you, babe. i don't make your decisions for you."

"just didn't know if you had anything planned for tonight...wanted you to come with, like a double date or something." louis shook his head with a shrug.

harry has been off of house arrest for a week now. he celebrated his birthday with free ankles, a lot of tequila, and one hell of a hangover the next day. bridget and harry's attorney came to the house on the first, removed the monitor, signed all kinds of paperwork to turn into the judge, and wished him a happy birthday. harry was still on probation, but no more home incarceration. he still had to take his drug tests and attend court, but he could go to work, go shopping, and try to live like a normal 23 year old.

it's actually quite weird. they're both too used to him being on the monitor. now he can actually hang out with people outside of their house, sit and annoy his fiancé at work, and take said fiancé on dates? this is absolute madness.

harry cooed as he rounded the bed to meet up with him. he mimicked the smaller man's pout. louis was too precious. "i'd love to, but i have to bounce tonight so liam can go on runs. might be why the boys are going out."

"i hate when you work on nights i don't. leaves me bored."

"all the more reason you should go." harry kisses his forehead. "i can give you guys a ride home if you get too plastered. please don't drink and drive." a kiss is pressed to his nose, then to his lips. "have fun." kiss. "be safe." kiss. "and if anyone else tries to kiss you, tell them your boyfriend can fight."

"fine, but you pick my outfit."

"that is a bad, bad idea," harry smirks before digging through louis' dresser and closet for some clothes.

while louis took a shower, harry finalized his outfit choice and even got his makeup ready for him. a social outing would be good for him, especially with niall and zayn because they would keep him entertained and moving.

he'll be at work until god knows when, probably when other bars close and everyone has to leave, so they can just go and retrieve their overly intoxicated boys when they're done. unless liam ends up finishing early and they decide to have a little bit of fun themselves. liam's not much of a clubber, but he likes to shoot pool and play darts at one of the bars downtown. he could easily talk the man into a few games if he wanted to.

louis nearly pales when he sees the outfit harry had in store for him. first of all, he only wears lace panties in front of harry or to show off, why does he need these? those aren't panties. that's definitely a thong. the crop top isn't unusual, it's clubbing etiquette, but the black denim shorts that he knows his ass will swallow whole were a pair that he hadn't seen in a long time. is he trying to get someone on him?

the quick dicking harry gave him before he even tried to put his clothes on was a solid reminder that he will happily tell anyone in this world to fuck off just for him. he wouldn't stop him even if he had the choice to.

harry watches from the bed as louis jumps to put his shorts on and smirks to himself. "you're hot."

"your fault," louis grunted as he finally got them to his waist. he buttoned and zipped them up, then pulled his white crop top over his head. he bent down to hold onto the edge of the bed and try to stabilize himself, legs still wobbly from the unexpected orgasm moments before. damn him.

harry locked his fingers behind his head as he admired the boy. he beckoned the boy over to him. louis crawled towards him and straddled his lap, jean covered bum nestling right on harry's basketball shorts. the younger man rested his hands on his partner's thighs with a small hum.

"i think i want to get another tattoo." louis murmured. "on my ribs."

"yeah? like what?"

shrugging, the older man looked down. he traced his fingertip across harry's stomach tattoo, biting his lip when the man physically shivered. "figure it out when i get there. are you sure you can't go?"

"duty calls, baby. we'll have our own club night soon, i promise."

—-

niall is a very flirty, giggly drunk.

pair that with zayn's social butterfly drunk and louis is screwed.

well, maybe. he's a giggly drunk too, but he's not flirty when intoxicated, not without harry around. he just laughs at everything that everyone else does. he's more...relaxed, when alcohol hits. he's not as tense, he feels loose. free as a little bird. that also depends on the type of alcohol he has consumed. beers are casual like wine, definitely a relaxer. vodka results in the giggles. and tequila...yikes. tequila leads to mistakes, charges, or lots and lots of sex.

he went the safe route. a beer to start when they got in, but then they started doing vodka shots. they were watching other people on the dance floor stumble and spill their drinks, which was amusing to louis because the look on that blue haired girl's face was to die for. she looked like she was about to cry out of sheer embarrassment. the girl she accidentally knocked her drink onto only stripped her shirt off and decided to roam the club in a red bralette, dragging blue girl around with her.

"hey," niall pats louis' flushed face. "come dance with me, lou-ee!"

louis pushes his finished drink to the side and follows the drunk boy to the floor, bubbling into laughter when they stumble between other clubgoers. zayn was nowhere to be found, but niall told him he had to go pee, so he should be back in a few.

"your outfit looks good," the irish boy slurred over the music. "where did you get your shorts?"

"harry got them for me ages ago," louis shrugged as niall placed his back to his chest, moving their bodies together. "he picked my whole outfit out."

"he did good!" niall calls over his shoulder. "fashionista, him."

louis giggled at that, the alcohol taking over his body. he jumped on niall's back for a piggyback ride to where zayn was after the song is over. they transport back over to their table, where three brand new shots are placed in front of them ordered by the dark haired man.

"miss these days," zayn said as he picked up his glass. "miss clubbing. and watching people fight."

"remember that fight we saw across the street from paralyzer?" louis asked as they do a cheers then down their shots.

"that bloke's tooth flew into the road!" his friend laughed. zayn leaned over to poke niall's nose to grab his attention. "how many bar fights have you seen, bug?"

"too many," niall groaned. "broke up too many. some are funny to watch but some can also get very brutal. it's like alcohol makes these fuckers invincible for a few minutes."

"speaking of alcohol," louis hummed. "more shots, boys?"

"shots!"

louis managed to get to the bar and order more shots for them, plus three water bottles so they stay hydrated. he carried the bottles under his arm and the shots on a small tray, careful not to spill them. he wished harry was here to hang out with them, because niall moved over to sit beside zayn and now they're cuddled up and doing couple-y stuff like being gross and cute and shit.

they down their shots just like the round before. louis drank half of his water bottle before pulling his phone out to text harry. it seemed like his boyfriend had the same idea, because an incoming message of i miss your face popped up on his screen with a selfie of harry pouting.

louis tried to return the same pout, but niall photobombed him with a middle finger to the camera before he got the chance to. so louis sent that photo to him, following with miss you!!!!!!!

"'m gonna go smoke," zayn stood from the table, steadying himself. the other two boys snicker at the 'whoa' he says as he grips the table to stabilize his drunken legs.

louis held his hand to help him out of the club since he's not as drunk as they are. he's fuzzy, a little out there, but he knows for sure if zayn does about four more shots then he's gonna black out. zayn has also drank about twice as much as he has.

zayn shared his cigarette with louis as they sat next to one another, backs pressed against the jagged brick structure of the club. niall paced before them, smoking his own, talking nonsense to the both of them until he comes to an immediate stop.

"have you guys ever had waffle house?"

"the fuck is a waffle house?"

"it's drunk-tier ihop."

"ihop sounds so good right now," louis whined. "stop it. gonna make me hungry."

"i already am," zayn sighed. "let's go."

"hey- no," louis grabed his friend by his jacket and pulled him back. "no. no driving. harry can take us when he comes back."

"but," the younger boy pouted, "i want pancakes, like, now. 'm not gonna want them later."

"tough titties, pretty boy." louis shushed his sulking by putting the cigarette to his lips.

niall sat on zayn's free side and pressed a kiss to his cheek before laying his head on his shoulder. "'m gettin' sleepy, zee."

"no you're not."

"i am."

"bullshit."

"i am!"

"liar," zayn sang while he slid his arm around his partner's waist. "just wanna love on me."

the irish boy hummed in approval and scraped his cigarette along the pavement, flicking the butt across the parking lot. "always wanna love on you. you have a pretty face that i wanna squish and do a lot of other things to but booty is here and i can't traumatize him. he's just a little baby."

"am not," louis scoffed. "i am older than the both of you."

"he's a big baby." niall elbowed zayn.

"he's harry's big baby."

niall cooed and leaned forward so he could look at louis. "is him harry's baby?" he gushed, making kissy faces.

"yes i am." louis sent the irish boy the middle finger. "don't make me get him on you."

"i am polyamorous, so i wouldn't mind. zee?" niall quirked an eyebrow at the man. "you cool if harry gets on me?"

"i'd have to kill him for cheating on louis."

"ooh..." niall hissed. "okay. nevermind."

after their smoke break, niall pulled them back to the dance floor with louis in front of him and zayn behind, sandwiching himself between them. louis had to hold himself up by gripping his knees to control his wheezing laughter while niall and zayn shouted botched lyrics back and forth. then an excited gasp came from the one in the middle when the introduction of cupid shuffle blares in the club.

"alright, move! move!" niall jumped over louis leapfrog style. "fuckin' a!"

that caused louis to collapse onto his knees on the floor, holding his ribs as he wheezed harder. niall, niall, niall. such a weird one. this isn't a high school dance, it's a nightclub, and he's really about to throw down on the cupid shuffle.

"dummy," he heard from beside him. "is your knee okay?"

"it's fine," louis assured.

zayn had to help him to his feet and hold him steady. the two of them stood back and watched niall until zayn recorded him doing his own little thing with the other people dancing to the song.

"look at him go," zayn fawned. "pretty little stripper has some moves."

"'s the cupid shuffle, zayn, anyone can do it."

"yeah? then you go join him," zayn nudged him towards the group. louis stared back at him with wide eyes, shaking his head. "you said anyone! go!"

"c'mon lou!" niall stepped out of the line to pull him back in. their shoes bump next to eachother when they turned to do the next line of steps so niall grabbed his hand and they just step, kick, and spin away.

after their little dance session ends, niall gave louis another piggyback ride wherever their next destination landed.

"food," louis pointed to the bar. "they got a small menu. saw some cheese fries that sounded love."

niall paid for two orders of fries for the three of them to share and waits with louis at the bar while the older man takes the free opportunity to facetime harry.

"hello, my love," harry grinned as soon as he answered. "i'm just about to head that way. we got done a little early."

"i'll make sure there's no cheese fries left for you!" niall laughed into the phone when harry flipped him off. "d'you want a drink when you get here?"

"designated driver. can't drink. and no, neither can liam."

"no faaaair."

"sorry, ireland, not happening. i can tell that you're shitfaced just by the way you sound."

niall continued to sulk until their fries were ready and happily bounced back towards their table with both trays in his hands. louis followed, still on the phone, and he accidentally knocked his water bottle over when he made it to his seat.

"oopsie," he murmured and grabbed his drink. "got it."

"are you enjoying yourself?"

"i is."

"good. stay safe, okay? don't let them out of your sight."

"i won't." louis promises with a salute. "you stay safe too, curly."

harry cracked a grin into the camera. "you got it, babe."

louis remained on call with harry for an extra ten minutes just to babble about what they've done at the club so far. harry didn't talk much, he just listened to louis laugh at himself and everything around him as he talked on and on.

"what're you smilin' at me like that for?" louis laid his chin on his arms as he blinked at his partner, glassy blown eyes on display under strobe lights.

"you're cute."

"you are."

"i think you're cuter."

"well...i think you're pretty." louis grinned as harry tried to hide his bashful expression. he always gets mushy when called pretty. "pretty princess harry."

"whatever."

louis giggled into his arm and lets out a relaxed sigh, peeking up through his lashes to see niall and zayn tossing napkin wads back and forth and harry's cheesy grin still plastered on the screen.

"i'll be there in a few," harry reminded him. "gonna stop and get cigarettes and then i'll be right there."

"okay." louis blew him a kiss. "i see you later. bye!"

harry replied with the same, blowing a kiss back before the call is ended.

louis buried his face back in his arms with a wail.

"uh, lou?"

"he's so pretty and i am going to die."

"i see." niall laughed. "alright, lover boy. get up."

"but i'm comfy."

"don't care. i wanna play pool."

louis perked up at the idea of the game and followed him across the bar floor after making sure zayn was coming with. zayn carried their tray of fries and their waters over to the area of the bar where the pool tables and dart boards were. one of the last times louis played darts, he kinda sorta deliberately stabbed his ex with them. so he might want to stay away from those for now.

"wanna bet or nah?" niall dropped four quarters from his pocket into the side of the pool table and pushed the coin slot in. the balls and triangle were released onto his side of the table.

"loser buys winner's ihop."

"sounds good to me."

louis grabbed poolsticks for them to use. they sword fight with them for a few seconds before rounding to their respective sides of the game table. he's barely played pool in his life, one of the last rounds resulted in his ass tattoo. now he's gonna have to pay for niall's breakfast.

louis broke since niall set the game up. then niall took his turn since louis didn't pocket any balls.

"stripes," niall called his category when he knocked a striped ball into a pocket.

they're sloppy, but it's fun playing with niall. he likes to try and distract his opponent by whistling or making weird noises. luckily louis hit the cue ball before niall could make him laugh or else he would have fucked up.

louis ends up winning the game, much to his surprise. he high-fived zayn in victory and proposed they play a game next.

"i'll go get quarters," louis said when niall admitted he only had a dollar's worth on him. he accepted two single bills from the irish boy for games and skipped over to the bar. he inserted them one by one into the little machine perched on the bartop for change and leaned against it, listening the coins drop into the compartment at the bottom. once eight quarters successfully fell in, he grabbed them and shuffled them in his hand like dice before sticking them into his pocket.

even while drunk, zayn is great at pool. it was a hard tie between them, each player having only three balls left to pocket before one could attempt to hit the 8 ball.

when louis went to strike, he felt a body pressed against his back. hands maneuvered his arms around and pushed his chest down just the slightest. he looked down to see familiar rings and hand tattoos hovering over his own hands on the pool stick as harry took control, striking the ball louis was going after and landing it in the middle left pocket dead shot.

"good one." harry leaned over to kiss louis' cheek before backing away and sitting beside niall.

louis sucked in a deep breath and bit down on his lip before focusing back onto the game. zayn beat him this round just because he was so distracted by the ghost traces of harry pressed so close against him like that.

bastard.

"princess!" louis whistled over at harry, who gives him the side eye for the nickname. "come play!"

"aw, princess," niall cooed. he smiled over at the younger man. "i think it suits you. maybe we can find you a frilly pink dress and a tiara, and a frog, and maybe-"

harry shushed niall by stuffing a napkin in his face and hopping down from the barstool he was sitting in.

louis tossed his now empty water bottle in the waste bin before setting the game up this time — with harry's help, of course. they swap ends so louis' back is towards the crowd and harry is near the wall. with louis being a little more drunk now, he felt crowded on the opposite end. he needed some wiggle room.

"bunny," harry said halfway into the game. louis noticed he's getting his ass kicked. he could have sworn he was winning. "you've been pocketing my balls for me."

louis giggled, "balls."

rolling his eyes, harry pocketed one of louis' balls in return. "there. now you have one in."

"thank you," the smaller man grinned and missed his next shot with pride. harry's so thoughtful. he just wants to kiss the life out of him.

louis stepped to a pool table beside theirs to grab an extra chalk cube while harry lit a cigarette. he hit it twice before passing it over to louis, who took it happily, and hit his next shot. harry won but offered kisses to the sore loser he called his fiancé in hopes to cheer him up.

"drunk louis needs to work on his aim," harry chuckled.

louis gasped, almost dropping their cigarette. "drunk louis is perfect."

"he sure is. i'm sorry for insulting him." harry gave in and grabbed his free hand. "you having fun?"

"mhm." louis took a step back, pulling harry with him, and grinned. "let's go dance."

"alright." harry put their cigarette out in an ashtray. he took his flannel off and draped it over the barstool where niall was previously sitting so he could mark their spot. he spotted niall and zayn on the dance floor already, now with liam, who had made a late appearance due to turning in his rounds money to mitch.

harry allowed louis to lead the way, finding them a spot with less people in range. the music was still loud and bumping through the building like no other. harry's hands stayed glued to louis' hips while louis grinded back against him, and he just let the smaller man take control. every once in a while, louis would grab at his wrists or intertwine their fingers, but he mainly just kept his back flush to his lover's chest while he sloppily rocked his hips with him.

"did i tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?" harry asked him, lips gliding against the shell of his ear. "'cause you are absolutely ravishing right now."

louis hummed. "i've gotten a few compliments."

"i'd say so. all of this right here-" harry pulled louis' ass closer to him. "-is going to be the reason we end up leaving."

"but i wanna stay," louis whined. "make some friends, drink some more-" he tipped his head to the side once harry's mouth connected to the flushed skin there at the base of his neck. "maybe find a hot guy to dance with."

"tell him i wear boxers with your face on them and he will never be as cool as me."

when harry began sucking on his neck, the smaller man let out a whimper so small only they could hear it. "y-you got it."

harry smirked against him, peeking up to see if he could find their friends in the crowd. he turned his fiancé around and put his hands back on his hips.

"missed you," he said.

louis grinned up at him. "i missed you, too."

"i lied when i said we finished early. i paid ty fifty bucks to let me leave so i could come see you."

the drunk boy poked his chest sternly. "hey. i never get to leave work early, and neither should you."

"perks to owning the club means i can do whatever i want," harry smirked down at him. "i missed you and i wanted to come be with you, so here i am. hi."

louis' eyes softened. he rubbed the spot on harry's chest that he jabbed and kissed it. he then stood on his tiptoes so he could kiss harry's cheek and not miss his target. "hi. sorry for being a brat."

the dimple on harry's left side popped out from smiling so wide. "you're so cute. i think i'm gonna vomit."

"nooo," louis whined. "no puking. i haven't puked so nobody else is allowed to."

"but you just make me want to explode into millions of pieces. i can't help it. i have the prettiest husband in the world of husbands."

louis froze then. he stared up at his partner with wide eyes, a mix of shock and absolute adoration.

"what?"

"you called me your husband."

"well, yeah?" harry's cheeks heated up. "you're gonna be my husband soon, i might as well get used to it now...do- can i say that? am i not allowed to?"

louis pulled him down for a kiss, taking him by surprise. the smaller man's hands were on either side of his face as he kissed him with all the strength his drunk little self had. his face may be numb from the alcohol but he can feel harry.

"i love it."

harry grinned before kissing him again. "my husband."

"don't make me get on my knees in front of all these people, princess. i still wanna dance and i kinda want another drink, if i'm being honest."

"i'll wait for you." harry takes his hand and leads him to the bar. "get your drink. i'm gonna go get my flannel."

"heard that."

louis opted for something non-alcoholic and got two pink lemonades, one for him and one for harry. he waited patiently at the bar because he knew bartending was a hassle sometimes, especially during a rush.

his fiancé popped up at his side out of nowhere with his flannel back on. he let out a startled yelp and put his hand on his chest.

"oh, i'm sorry," harry cooed between laughter. he kissed his temple and tucked an arm around his waist to keep him in reach. "i didn't mean to scare you, baby. i thought you saw me."

louis shook his head. "i didn't."

"i'll wear reflective lights next time. sound good?"

"sounds great."

louis got another face kiss because harry wasn't expecting a beverage of his own. he walked with a pep in his step back to the table that everyone else was at. he tried to pull out a seat for himself, but harry sat down and pulled him onto his lap.

"'m gonna squish you," he mumbled.

"since when?" harry scoffed. "you're light as a feather. never could you squish me."

louis adjusted until he was comfortable and turned his upper body to face his fiancé. he squished his cheeks and giggled.

"squish." he inched forward to kiss harry's puckered lips before releasing his face.

"squish," harry grinned. he kept one arm wrapped around the wiggly boy's tummy and used the other to hold onto his drink.

zayn, who was seated on liam's lap, threw his hands up and looked over at the couple. "guys. is cereal a soup?"

louis stared at him like he had three heads. "you're cut off from drinking."

"niall says it is. liam says it is not."

"it's not," liam then said. "it's a breakfast food."

"but-" niall hiccuped and put a hand on his chest. "fucking tequila, ugh. gross. it is! it's solids in a liquid. it's soup."

"soup is supposed to be hot."

"cereal is soup. solids in a liquid."

"tomato soup is just liquid."

harry rested his chin on his boy's shoulder. "what do you think, bun?" he asked, soft enough for just the both of them to hear. niall was still trying to back his argument while liam just shook his head, trying to fight laughter.

"my friends are dummies," louis said before taking a sip of his lemonade.

"and?"

"'s not a soup. it's cereal."

"okay, okay," niall sighed. "so what about hotdogs, then?"

liam sighed and laid his forehead on zayn's shoulder. "what about them, bug?"

"are they a sandwich?"

"no." harry and liam say while zayn nods his head.

louis just shrugs. "if you clean out a vaccuum cleaner, are you a vaccuum cleaner?"

the other four share puzzled looks, then the each of their faces drop in thought.

"yes."

"you're only saying yes because you're his fiancé." zayn pointed at harry.

"you'd say yes because he's your best friend."

"your point?"

harry smirked and kissed louis' cheek. "cereal is not soup because my louis is a genius and i trust his brain."

"hotdogs aren't sammies," louis then said. "they're hotdogs."

"meat on bread," niall huffed. "you guys suck."

"why else would i be engaged?" louis stuck his finger in his cheek and pushed it out of his mouth to make a 'pop' sound.

the entire table rumbled into laughter as the smaller man stared at them curiously.

his face got really red once he realized what he did. "oh no."

he put his head in his hands to hide his sudden embarrassment as the other four continued to go on. his entire body heated up while harry's laugh echoed from behind him. when he peeked through his fingers, niall was wiping his eyes and zayn was struggling to keep his cup in his hand.

louis dropped his hands and cleared his throat. "sorry."

harry let out an amused sigh and kissed the back of his neck. "silly boy."

"i don't know where that came from. that wasn't me," louis tried to defend himself. "wasn't louis. was someone else."

"then who?" niall smirked. "that wasn't sober louis, i know that much."

"wasn't drunk louis either."

"sure, babe."

louis hid his face again, this time by turning on harry's lap and tucking it in the man's neck.

harry cooed and held him close. "quit picking on him, ni. he's shy."

"he can't be shy when making dick jokes!" niall gasped. "that's so- so...fuck. i forgot the word."

"tell him to shut up," louis mumbled to his partner.

harry kept a stern look over at niall. "shut up."

niall flipped him off and said, "liam. tell harry to quit being mean to me."

"harry, quit being mean to niall."

"tell niall to stop picking on louis."

"no."

"i'll remember that."

"yeah," louis piped up from his spot. "what he said."

zayn snickered and picked up a shot glass from the small huddle that was in the middle of the table. he drank the shot and chased it with his own non-alcoholic beverage. he then handed a shot glass to niall, and slid one towards louis.

"not doing shots until niall apologizes," the tiny man muttered.

harry noticed the sudden chill bumps on louis' arms and rubbed his palms down them in hopes to warm him up. he coaxed the boy to sit upright and took his flannel off, making louis put it on. louis cuddled back up to his chest without another word.

"i'm sorry your blowjob joke was better than you realized," niall said. "do the shot."

louis shook his head.

"i'm sorry you apparently suck harry's dick so good he wants to keep you forever?" niall tried again.

louis shook his head once more.

the blonde haired man groaned and stood up. he walked to the pair across the table and kissed louis' exposed cheek. "i'm sorry, booty. better?"

louis nodded and sat up. he grabbed his shot glass and did cheers with the other two before swallowing the vodka down like it was nothing. it practically was water at this point with how much he's had.

when niall wasn't looking, harry turned louis' head. he wiped his cheek off and kissed the spot that niall's lips were on, twice, before landing a kiss to his lips.

"i'll beat him up if you want me to, bubba."

"uh uh," louis pouted. "he's too pretty to beat up."

harry nodded. "just give me the go ahead and i'll do it."

louis shook his head then and grabbed harry's face to make him shake his head along with him. "no beating up niall."

"okay," harry laughed. "are you enjoying yourself?"

"havin' the time of me life," louis confirmed. "i want food, though."

"didn't you eat before i showed up?"

"mhm. but i want something sweet." louis skimmed his tongue over his teeth. "wanna meet up in the loo in like five?"

harry gasped and covered louis' face with his hand. "hey! i don't know where my sweet innocent little bunny went but i want him back."

louis nibbled on the heel of his palm with his front teeth. "'m right here!"

"you two are gross," niall whined. "i dunno wha's even happening but gross. and i was gonna invite y'all to ihop."

louis' eyes widened. he turned his entire body to face niall. "can we go?! please? i owe you anyways."

niall pursed his lips. "only 'cause you owe me."

louis let out an inhumane squeal and looked over at harry. he cleared his throat and batted his eyelashes at him.

"hazza."

"mhm?" harry raised his eyebrows.

"can we go to ihop with niallers?" louis asked very quietly. "and zaynie and liam?"

"will you behave?"

the smaller man nodded his head.

"yes we can," harry said, just as hushed as louis' question. he got a kiss to the cheek for it. two, actually. one on each side of his face.

louis finished his pink lemonade in one go. "now?"

"now."

"'kay. i need to pee first," louis announced. "anyone need a pee break?"

niall stood up. "niall does."

"well, tell niall to come on." louis reached out for him and grabbed his wrist to drag him to the bathroom. both of them were giggling as they stumbled over eachother.

"i think i'm gonna follow them so they don't get themselves killed," harry chuckled.

"i was thinking the same. you go ahead." liam nodded toward him. "i'll babysit zayn."

zayn kissed his cheek with an obnoxious 'mwah.' "my hero."

harry followed the other two drunk boys to the bathroom and stood outside to wait. he heard them laughing about whatever in there, which made him grin to himself. it's been a minute since louis had been out and about somewhere that wasn't inferno. he's become a little homebody. he definitely needed this outing.

niall came out first. he flicked his wet hands at harry when he saw him and used his shirt as a towel. "thanks."

"you bitch," harry gasped. niall smiled wide and skipped back to the table.

louis came out a few moments after the blow dryer inside of the bathroom turned off. he a hand on his chest when he saw harry and hiccuped. it was a tiny, squeaky one.

"stop that," he whined.

harry chuckled and held his hand out. louis' hand was quite warm due to the dryer. "sorry, baby. i just had to make sure you two made it safe."

"safe, swear," the older man mumbled. "ihop now?"

"let's get our stuff and we can go."

"i has my stuff." louis patted his pockets with his free hand. he turned around with furrowed brows. "is my phone in my butt?"

"nope. it's in my pocket."

"oh. guess i don't has my stuff, then," louis blushed. "whoops. silly me."

"silly you."

when they returned to their table, louis grabbed harry's cigarettes and alerted that they were going, which made zayn and niall scramble to their feet.

"shotgun!"

"damn it!"

"i'm so glad i don't have to worry about that," louis told harry. "only i ride shotgun."

"only you, my bunny."

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i didn't know where to end it. lol. hi.

i was gonna make this chapter risky with some drama and a potential smack to the back of the pyromaniac's (aka harry) head but decided against it. instead, you got this.

it's been a while, but i want to finish on a good note. i don't have many chapters left until the end, so be expecting it soon. is there anything you would want to see before i wrap this bad boy up?

thank you for 52k ❤️‍🔥 loves you.