life has been absolutely insane lately. but here's a party chapter! there's a slight parallel from another fic right at the beginning & if anyone gets it, i will love you forever
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"alright, bitches! i got jack, jim, jäger, johnny, and josé. the loves of my life and most favorite men." niall set a large bag down on the counter next to where louis was sitting and pulled out five alcohol bottles. "aside from louis, of course."

louis curled down to kiss niall's cheek. "you know it."

"hey. mine," harry pouted as he walked toward the pair, squeezing himself between louis' knees. he leaned against louis' chest, wrapping his arms around the tiny man's middle. he's been very clingy today, but that was because louis spent most of the day getting everything prepared for the party and hadn't been home long before people started to show. he had been to the grocery to get cupcakes, put in an order for food catering that still needed to be picked up (which was michael's task on his way out), and get alcohol. even though everyone is already bringing some, he still had to get cases of beers and a bottle of vodka for harry.

"i had him first." niall argued.

"nuh uh. i did."

"wanna bet?"

"he kinda did come to me first..." louis said quietly as his fingers found their way to the back of his fiancé's head. he played with the small hairs at the nape of harry's neck since the rest of his hair was tied in a bun.

niall's jaw dropped in offense. "i want a divorce."

"i'll get a pen-" harry went to remove himself from louis, but the smaller man didn't budge. he tightened his limbs around his body and held him close.

"don't leave. you're warm," louis mumbled into his shoulder.

"are you cold? i can adjust the air if you need me to."

louis shook his head, now burying his face in the crook of his neck. "stay."

niall sniffled from beside them, voice quivering in a mock sob. "after all we've been through..."

"i'm sorry, niall," louis said. "'s not you. it's me."

"and me," harry said proudly. "i stole your man. bite me." his eyes widened when he felt a set of teeth nip at his neck. "not you, bun."

"just wanna bite."

"you just wanna bite me?"

"it's a sign of affection," niall then says. "sometimes i get bitten by zayn. he says i'm edible."

"hell yeah you are," comes a voice from behind. zayn walks past and slaps niall's ass before grabbing the bottle of jägermeister. "lou, redbulls are in the fridge?"

"mhm. bottom right drawer."

"sick. we're doing bombs."

"i don't care about that divorce anymore. jäger bombs!" niall whooped. "happy late birthday to me!"

"happy birthday!" louis and harry yelled at the same time, louis' chin now on harry's shoulder so he could look over at his friends. zayn grabbed the four pack of redbulls from the fridge, grabbed niall's hand, then tugged him to the other side of the kitchen to craft jäger bombs.

"are you drinking?" harry asked louis, "'cause i am."

"when is your next drop?"

"she doesn't care about alcohol. i'm in my own home. as long as no fentanyl shows up, i am a-okay." harry assured. "i asked her beforehand. text her if you want."

"i believe you," louis mumbled, "but when is your next drop? i honestly forgot."

"monday morning."

"'kay. wanna do a jäger bomb?"

"i'd love to."

they each took one jäger bomb, then louis grabbed a beer from the cooler that he put together and carried it in one hand while holding harry's hand tightly with the other. music had already started playing thanks to liam hooking up his speaker in the hallway. cara, jessie, and mitch arrived shortly after everyone else, all three barreling into the house ready to drink and socialize.

well, mitch was slow at coming inside just because he and harry were still on awkward terms. niall invited him, harry said it was okay, but mitch made sure harry was really okay with it before even agreeing to come. he also asked louis if he was alright with it. louis said his ticket to get in was a bottle, so the boss told him he would bring anything that anybody wanted. due to harry not being able to smoke, it was requested that everyone smoke before they come to the party or find a closed off area to do so.

mitch held up his bottle of fireball that had a bow around the neck. "where's birthday boy?"

"kitchen," harry tipped his head back. "he's already tipsy, fair warning."

"did he pre-game?"

"it's niall."

"he pre-gamed," mitch nodded to himself. "alright. this one's for you." he handed harry a bottle of jack daniel's. "my ticket."

"my ticket now." harry smirked.

mitch dipped off in search of niall, so louis dragged harry to the couch. he made him sit, then found his own seat on his lap.

"hi."

"hi," harry grinned before kissing his cheek. "kittos are in their room, yes?"

"yes."

"i want emma to come terrorize."

"emma will knock all of the alcohol over and then the party will be a flop."

"you're hosting it, it's already flopped."

gasping, louis reached over to smack his shoulder with the back of his hand. "you take that back!"

"no cops, no fights, it's a shit party."

"well i'm sorry we don't want you to do six years."

"but i miss my boyfriend," harry pouted. "i let him suck my dick for a pack of noodles."

"what flavor?"

"shrimp."

"you're lying."

"how so?"

"'cause you refuse to let anyone touch your shrimp noodles."

"and if i said chicken?"

"would still be a lie. you don't like the beef ones and that's it."

harry smirked. "get you a man that knows what flavor ramen you hate."

"i do. i hate all of them."

"you wouldn't last in jail."

"why do you think i haven't been back?"

"fair." harry set the jack on the coffee table and rested his hand on louis' stomach. he kissed his shoulder tenderly, pressing his nose to it. "you look so pretty today."

louis was wearing a pair of white denim shorts and a baby blue tee shirt, black socks covering his small feet. he would have worn shoes but he's in the comfort of his own home and he didn't feel like putting any on.

louis' cheeks dusted a soft pink as he turned his head to kiss harry's right eyebrow. "thank you."

they watched as zayn and cara set up a beer pong table while everyone was still showing up. there were only 8 of them so far. plenty of people were invited, but if they actually showed up was undetermined. they closed the club just so niall could have his party. they put signs up saying they were closed for the night for some overnight construction since they were getting new carpeting tonight anyways. it was just the best opportunity by luck (of the irish.)

niall wasn't trashed, but he was definitely drunk by eleven. he failed three rounds of beer pong because he kept throwing his ping pong balls at liam's head instead of trying to get them in cups. the couple ended up just throwing them back and forth at eachother until niall accidentally dropped his cup of beer and pouted about it for ten minutes. he demanded for liam to not touch him, but ended up curled against his chest anyways while whining about his lost drink.

cara shared a joint with louis and zayn outside, where they managed to climb onto the roof of the house and watch the very few partygoers hanging out in the back yard.

"what's that?" zayn pointed to the white line spray painted into the grass.

"harry's marker," louis snorted. "if he goes over that line, his ankle monitor will go off and his probation officer will be alerted."

"no fucking way."

"yup. there's one at the mailbox too."

harry then stepped into the backyard, not even anywhere near his line. he turned around and put his hands on his hips, staring up at the three of them with a stern look on his face.

"you better be careful up there."

"we are, dad," zayn rolled his eyes.

"i'm serious! if louis gets hurt-"

"so fuck us, then, eh?" cara joined in. she hit the joint and held it out. "wanna hit?"

harry sent a middle finger up her way. "i'm on probation!"

"as if some rules ever stopped you before!" the blonde haired girl let out a laugh. "you're a drug dealer."

"ex," harry clarified. "ex drug dealer. i am in recovery as we speak."

louis took the joint from cara and hit it once for himself, then once more for harry. he blew a kiss down to the younger man, who sent one in return with a small smile.

"look under there." louis pointed to the ground.

harry furrowed his eyebrows. "under where?"

giggling, louis reached over to tap zayn's shoulder. "i made him say underwear."

the three on the roof barked out loud laughs, which made louis drop the burning joint. cara caught it before it could roll off and scraped it against the rooftop since it was about to go dead anyways.

"you little-"

louis laughed even harder as harry stormed back into the house. he was laid back on the roof, clutching his stomach as he fought for breath. zayn was in ballistics, laughing so hard he was crying. all because they're childish and louis made harry say fucking underwear.

it didn't help that louis was stoned out of his mind plus he drank three more beers after his first one. that's just lightweight work for him. it was harry's reaction that iced the cake. he looked completely done. not in a bad way, but he knew that louis was intoxicated and if he was joking around like this now, it was only going to get worse later.

he's a very social drunk. he likes to crack jokes and have a good time. it's like an alter ego. stoned louis loves to eat and cuddle. drunk louis loves to go balls to the walls and make sure everyone gets fucked up. sober louis doesn't like socializing 99% of the time unless it's with his trusted group of people or his cats.

a very good balance if you ask him.

the door to the roof pushed open, and harry climbed on top with a huff. he took a seat by louis' right and grabbed his waist to pull him close.

"you are such a child."

"you looooove me," louis sang, kissing his cheek. he pecked the same spot multiple times and blew a raspberry there until harry finally caved.

"yes, i do. a lot. it's gross," harry groaned.

louis puckered his lips against his cheek again. "kiss."

"you're giving me kisses, bunny."

"bunny kiss."

"bunny wants a kiss?"

"mhm."

"bunny can get a kiss if he goes inside where he is safe and does not have a chance of falling off of the roof."

whining, louis said, "i want a kiss now."

"go back inside and i'll give you one."

"fuck off."

"lou," harry murmured. "please? if you get hurt i can't go to the hospital with you. and since i can't go, then you'll refuse to go."

"you don't know that."

harry rose an eyebrow and turned his head toward zayn. "am i wrong?"

"he cut his finger the other night at work and cried because you weren't there to kiss it."

"see? my point. come back inside, baby. please?" harry batted his eyelashes at his fiancé, who had his head laid against his shoulder with such a big pout that it made his heart hurt. "two kisses."

"ten."

"deal."

louis immediately scrambled onto his feet to head towards the door. he opened it and climbed the attic-style ladder back into the house, waiting patiently for everyone to follow.

"i'm gonna go find niall," zayn said once he came back in.

"same. i need a beer pong dub," cara grabbed his hand and pulled him downstairs to the first floor.

once harry made it back inside, he closed the roof door and lifted the ladder, then checked if louis was okay. he tipped his head back and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, getting a taste of the substances on him.

"silly boy," harry murmured.

louis nodded his head and squished harry's cheeks in his hands. harry held his breath, puffing his cheeks out, so louis squished his cheeks again and giggled at the raspberries he blew.

"nine more."

"mhm."

"not leaving until i get them."

"needy," harry teased. he grinned when louis stood on his tiptoes with his lips puckered. "here?"

"our home. fuck 'em." louis went in for the first kiss. "they're too fucked up to pay attention."

harry slipped his hands in the back pockets of louis' shorts as he gave him his remaining amount of kisses. the smaller man calmed down by the tenth one, now melted in his arms. he had gone quiet, satiated with affection and absolutely beaming.

"better?"

"lots," louis murmured, laying his cheek on harry's chest. "thank you."

harry gave him a light hug and kissed the top of his head. "loves you."

"loves you," louis hummed. "real question is how much do you love me?"

"uh...quite a bit- what are you about to ask me?"

"can i do a body shot off of you?"

harry tilted his head back with a heavy sigh. "let's go."

louis cheered and skipped down the hallway, nearly tripping over his own two feet. he opened the door to the cat's room to make sure they were okay and squealed when emma jumped right to him.

"hi!" he gasped. "no, you can't come out, baby. it's a 21 and up party. you are one."

"let her out. jessie will have fun her."

"if she's not too busy sucking cara's face off, that is," louis picked emma up and bit his lip at harry's appalled face. "what?"

"cara and jessie?"

louis rolled his lips into a tight line. "oops..."

harry's jaw dropped. he leaned against the stair railing, glaring down at cara, who had her arm around jessie as they cheered for zayn. he was playing beer pong against michael. jessie was glued to cara's side, pressing kisses to her cheek every now and then. cara had a red solo cup in her hand, her other hand intertwined with jessie's over her shoulder.

"i'm gonna kick her ass."

"why? i think they're cute together," the blue eyed man confessed. "hot, actually."

"they've had secret crushes on eachother for two fucking years now. and now they wanna get together?"

"'m sure one of them swore the other didn't like them and vice versa. it's a girl thing, h."

"fuck no it's not. cara has a way with the ladies. just look at her."

"i've looked at her all year. she's hot. she makes me wish i was a lesbian woman- at least a bisexual woman, so she would sweep me off of my feet and we could burn the courthouse down together in the name of queerness."

harry blinked slowly. "okay."

"can you blame me?"

"she's the female version of me."

"exactly, which is why i love her. i could literally have the best of both worlds," louis sighed dreamily. "but only her. maybe jess."

"as long as it's just them two."

"and margot robbie."

"and margot robbie," the younger man agreed with a chuckle. "come on."

louis let shark out of the room as well and set emma down so she could walk. the four of them made it downstairs, where liam immediately got shark on the couch so they could hang out together. emma found interest in the cat tree since there was still a toy mouse on one of the levels.

"strip, hot stuff." louis pulled at harry's tee shirt. "lemon or lime?"

"lime."

"heard. niall! clear the table."

"on it!" niall yelped, putting his cup down. "why am i clearing the table?"

"'m doing body shots."

louis and niall cleared the kitchen table so harry could lay on it. the youngest of the three made his way on top of the table, stretching out before laying down with his hands behind his back.

louis bit his lip as his eyes skimmed down his lover's body. he made subtle eye contact with harry (who had his eyes narrowed at him as if he were warning him not to do whatever he was thinking about), before rushing to bend over and bite harry's side.

harry's breath hitched. he clenched his jaw, face scrunching up as he moved his arms to push louis' face away. he covered the bite mark on his side with a pout, rubbing his fingertips over the deep indentions in his skin.

"yummy," louis whispered before kissing his tummy. "babydaddy is hot as fuck and i can't handle it."

"clearly. i'm bleeding," harry chuckled.

niall put a lime wedge between harry's teeth. "you alright?"

harry nodded and relaxed on the table. louis turned his head from side to side, contemplating where he wanted to put the shot of tequila.

"if i do it on your pants, it will not end well," louis giggled. "'m too drunk to balance it."

"so do it on my tummy," harry said around his lime.

"smarter choice." louis focused very hard on getting the tequila in harry's navel, but ended up also just taking a large drink out of the bottle when he was finished pouring the shot. he didn't even make a face. he sprinkled salt on the base of harry's throat and went for it. he sucked the tequila off of harry's tummy, flattened his tongue against the pile of salt on his neck and bit down on the lime before taking it out of harry's mouth.

"that was hot," harry blurted. "do another one."

louis smiled around his lime and threw the wedge away when he sucked as much juice out of it as possible. "vodka shot."

"whatever works for you. i just wanna watch that again."

instead of salt, louis uses sugar, and instead of a lime, he pops a lemon wedge in harry's mouth. tequila was replaced with vodka, and he did the second body shot as if nobody was watching him. not even harry. he was really drunk, and really, really excited.

he cleaned harry's chest off so he wouldn't be sticky and offered him a kiss for being his shot.

"get drunk already, damn it," louis pouted. "you said you were going to."

"i am. just gotta make sure you're okay first."

"i'm-" louis put his hand on his chest as a hiccup erupted. "i'm fine, 'arry. 'm just cross faded."

"i can tell. your eyes are bloodshot," harry snickered.

louis pulled him to a seat and grabbed the vodka, opening the bottle again. he tipped harry's head back and told him to open up, cradling his face as he poured a shot of the clear alcohol into his mouth. harry complained that it tasted horrible (blue raspberry flavored vodka is not good) and asked for just regular vodka instead. he carried a bottle of new amsterdam around like it was his child while louis danced around the living room with niall and jessie.

jessie let out an inhumane squeal when her eyes landed on emma. "a cat!"

"emma!" louis yelled over the music. "she's such a sweetheart. go say hi!"

jessie broke from the group and ran to the cat tree, hesitating to pet the black cat that was curled up on it. she put her knuckles to emma's nose to let her smell her, then stroked her head when emma rooted against her touch.

"oh my god," jessie whispered. "hi, cutie! you are so precious!"

louis felt an arm rest on his shoulder, then cara laid her head against his.

"you shouldn't have done that."

"why not?"

cara counts down from three, pursing her lips when jessie clutched emma to her chest and sat on the floor with tears in her eyes.

"cara!" jessie wailed. "i want a cat!"

"we can't, love," cara chuckled. "your mum's allergic."

"we can have a cat at yours, though," jessie sniffled, petting down emma's spine. "please? please?"

cara rose her eyebrows up when her girlfriend let a tear fall down her cheek. "jesus christ," she grumbled. "she gets really excited about cats. i'm so sorry."

louis laughed as he took a sip out of zayn's cup. his nose scrunched and he handed it back. "the fuck is that?"

"i dunno. i just mixed everything i thought sounded good." zayn shrugged as his eyes followed cara, who was now sitting in front of jessie.

"jess, babe," cara said softly to her. "we can go get a cat, okay?"

"i want a baby cat."

"we can get a baby cat. we just have to wait until monday when the rescue is open."

jessie sniffled and nodded, still petting emma. "i love her so much."

"look behind you," louis then says. "look at liam."

jessie turned to look at liam, sobbing when she saw shark snoozing on his lap. "there's another one!"

"go say hi to him."

"his name is sharknado zayn tomlinson," zayn slurred out. "shark for short."

louis grabbed a water bottle while jessie fell in love with shark and emma, still bawling her eyes out to cara about how sweet and adorable the cats were and that she really wanted one of her own. if cara doesn't get her a fucking cat by monday, louis will wring her neck and get one himself.

harry was nowhere to be found. not in the living room, anyways. but when louis went to grab a cupcake, he saw two familiar heads of hair sitting at the back porch with a small table in front of them. he watched through the kitchen window as harry and mitch did tequila slammers, licking salt off of their hands, hurriedly throwing their shots back, and stuffing lemon wedges into their mouths.

harry reached over to pat mitch's shoulder and smiled, showing him the lemon rind that was against his teeth.

"you look so fucking stupid," mitch laughed, causing the younger man to giggle. "alright. one more."

"no, way more," harry said after he spit the lemon out.

"you've done five already."

"so?"

"so that means you need to do a slammer with me," louis said, making them both jump. he held up a cupcake in each hand, grinning. "cakes?"

harry gasped. "i want a yellow one."

"mitch?"

"sure."

"what color?"

"don't matter."

louis carried three cupcakes outside, handing harry his yellow one, mitch a blue one, and kept the pink one for himself.

"how much have you drank?" louis asked harry.

harry's eyes widened as mitch listed off five tequila slammers and two of the pink lemonade airplane shots. the teeny tiny bottles. so, about 7 shots in. if you add the shot louis gave him, plus the jäger bomb from earlier and maybe a beer, he's pretty tipsy right now. not all the way drunk, but he will be shortly.

louis sat next to harry's legs, laying his head on his knee. his fiancé's large hand cupped his face, stroking his cheek while they ate their cupcakes silently.

harry leaned over and pecked his cheek, murmuring, "you okay?"

louis nodded, swirling his cupcake over his tongue to smooth out the frosting.

"promise?"

"promise. 'm eatin' a cupcake. i'm great," louis said, voice light and airy. he's very cuddly too, harry noticed.

"you still wanna do a slammer with me?"

"duh."

the three of them took a tequila slammer after finishing their sweets, then packed everything up to bring back inside. harry got a little woozy, so he held onto the wall for guidance. it's been a while since he drank, but he'll be fine.

louis picked up a water bottle from the cooler underneath the kitchen table and took a sip before giving it to harry. "you okay?"

"'m okay," harry assured. "i'm feeling it."

"that's what i like to hear."

—-

three in the morning rolled around very quickly.

niall has thrown up twice. once in the bushes in harry's backyard, and once in the toilet when he needed to pee but the urge to empty his stomach overpowered emptying his bladder.

louis held niall's hair back when he puked both times and offered mints and water to help him out. he's drunk. almost as drunk as they were on louis' birthday. niall has been talking so much shit that louis isn't even sure it's a real language at this point.

zayn's blacked out. he's been hanging around the house shirtless because he got too hot from consuming so much alcohol. he tried to kiss liam and ended up kissing his chin instead. it was cute until he bumped his forehead against liam's nose a little too hard and cried because he thought he hurt him. he was fine.

and again, harry has disappeared. louis knows he is definitely fucked up off his ass because he finished his bottle of vodka while eating half of a pineapple pizza by himself. harry doesn't eat any other pizza than cheese pizza — so for him to eat a pie with actual toppings (pineapple for one ((pineapple, who the fuck eats pineapple pizza?)) shows he's not in his right mind.

jessie tried to put emma in cara's truck after harry drunkenly told her she was her mom now as long as she gave him fifty bucks. louis had to lecture his fiancé that he can not just sell their cat. emma has been very well behaved all night and harry tried to get rid of her! absolutely not. the younger man got pouty and whiny after louis fussed at him and stomped upstairs like a child. he'll be found sometime soon.

"okay," niall heaved, leaning back. "'m good...think."

"want another mint?"

"please."

louis dropped a tiny mint into his friend's mouth and kissed his sweaty forehead. cold sweats. he's going to be so hungover in the morning. "have you had fun?"

niall nodded slowly. "so...much fun. 'm so drunk, looty."

he's called louis 'looty' for the last half hour. louis was unsure if he was trying to say lou, or louis, but niall refers to him as 'booty' more often than not because of his juicy booty nickname. looty is just a combination of them all.

"i am too," louis giggled. "liam took my drink from me."

"fuck'im," niall yawned. "he's mean."

"he said-" louis hiccuped and flushed the commode to rid the sight of blue toilet water. niall chugged half the blue raspberry vodka and puked it right back up, poor thing. "i had too much."

"lies."

"so many lies. can you stand?"

"m'legs are jelly. they're sleepin'," niall giggled. "'m gonna fall."

louis tried to sit on his bum but collapsed over, making them both laugh. he leaned against the bathtub for support and helped niall sit flat on the floor. being hunched over on his knees and vomiting for so long definitely made niall's legs go numb because louis himself can't even use his own limbs without failure.

"can you get him?"

"who?"

niall sighed dreamily. "my liam."

louis slowly stood and tiptoed down the hallway until he made it to the living room. he found liam and said niall needed him before stumbling upstairs to find his own partner.

he nudged the cracked bedroom door all the way open and saw harry laying on the floor next to the bed. he was on his stomach, cheek laid on his arms.

louis got on his knees and gently rubbed his hand down harry's back. "come to bed, pretty boy."

"no, thank you," harry yawned. "'m sure you're lovely, but i'm engaged."

"harry," louis laughed. "baby, it's me. your fiancé, louis."

"nuh uh."

"i swear."

"his name isn't louis."

"no?"

"nope." harry grinned, eyes still closed. "his name is bunny. he's so pretty. prettiest eyes, nice ass, and he is the sweetest."

louis covered his mouth to hide his snicker. he sits beside the intoxicated man, amused and now interested. "oh really? tell me more about him."

"no. you'll steal him from me and then i'll have to kill you. he's mine."

"but i wanna learn! i promise i won't take him. you seem very interested in this lad."

"interested isn't even the word, mate. he's-" harry let out a delighted sigh. "prob'bly the best person i've ever met. killer jokes, always happy to see me, he makes me feel human. alive. as if i've never done all of my wrongdoings, he just...i dunno, makes me feel good."

"right," louis chuckles. the slur in harry's voice makes it better. he can understand him so well, but he's also really fucking drunk and louis has actually never seen him this trashed. it's usually just a beer or two, maybe some shots, but he took almost a whole bottle of vodka to the head without turning back plus all of the shots he did earlier. usually people get violent or rowdy with liquor. harry's just a little giggly bitch. maybe this is why he remains sober, so he can hide that little side of him.

"i really, really fucking love him. it makes my chest hurt. every time i see him i just wanna kiss 'im."

"bet he wouldn't mind that."

"he's my baby. spoiled as fuck and he knows it."

louis leaned forward to adjust harry's shirt since it was riding up his back.

"if he finds out you touched me, we're both dead."

giggling, louis said, "yeah?"

"mhm. he's a genius. he'll make it look like an accident."

"i see."

"i did tell you his name was louis, right?"

"thought it was bunny?"

"same thing." harry blinked up at him and smiled. "hi, bunny."

louis bit his lip, then grinned. "hi, baby."

"i knew it was you the whole time."

"you did?"

"yup. you smell like peaches, of course i knew."

"i probably actually reek of alcohol," louis chuckled. "are you okay?"

"i think i'm gonna puke, but i'm okay," harry confirmed. "i am really, really, really drunk. i can not move."

"do you need help getting up?"

"i will puke."

"so that's a no." louis took a blanket off of the bed and laid it on the floor next to harry, bundling it up. he laid on the lump of fabric and kissed the man's shoulder. "guess i'll lay here with you then."

"can you lay on me? i feel like i'm gonna float into another universe."

he's drunk as fuck. tomorrow will be absolutely horrible for him.

harry slowly rolled onto his back so that louis could lay on him. smiling, louis fulfilled harry's request and laid his head on his chest.

"better?"

"mhm. thank you, bun," harry mumbled. "loves you."

"loves you."

he could hear some ruckus downstairs but didn't even feel bothered to check on it because liam is sober and hovering over everyone to make sure nothing gets broken. if anything, the birthday boy who had a late party tripped over his own two feet or he and zayn are wrestling on the floor. louis didn't care. it's niall's night. whatever happens is on him.

"do you want me to tell everyone to take it down a notch?"

"nah," harry dragged his fingers down louis' arm. "let 'em be. i'll get it all fixed tomorrow. just wanna lay with you. sorry i was a punk earlier..."

"apologize to emma, not me," louis yawned. "goodnight, h."

"'night, bun."

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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek filler chapter with a little bit of everything because im bored and wanted to do something different <3

do you think mitch and harry will ever be the same after everything that has happened?

what do you think will happen for the rest of the fic? we're uncertain about how many chapters are left but we're getting close. ):