"No."

"Harry-"

"Nope," Harry shook his head, while picking up tiny bits of crunchy not (most likely from Louis' messy eating), "There's no way I'm-"

"Leaving Louis here, I know I know," Liam sighed, leaning against the wall, "But it's just a pub Harry, a pub!"

"So?! It's a very unsafe environment, I could be drugged! And then if I come home drunk- well, you know what happened last time."

And yes, Liam does remember. Harry was basically white girl wasted, and he came home thinking Louis was a talking biscuit.

So Harry tried to eat him.

Obviously that didn't end well. Louis didn't talk to Harry for days, and would only communicate using deathly glares and a middle finger.

"Please?" And oh no: Liam's pouting. With those annoying but somehow wide, adorable puppy eyes. 

Harry whines, "But Liam..."

Liam puts his hands together as if he's praying, and pouts harder. He even tilts his head a little bit- that fucker. 

"Alright," Harry grimaces, "Fine." 

"Yayyy! That's it, lad!" Liam pats Harry on the back sharply, before giving him a large hug, "You won't regret it." 

Harry sure hopes he doesn't.

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Later on 

Harry steps out of the closet, "How do I look?"

Louis is sitting on Harry's bed, perched on the edge of a pillow with the tiniest ( and I mean, proper tiny) nail file in hand. One leg is folded on top of the other and he's filing his nail while singing under his breath.

Then he looks up, an unamused face as he scans Harry's outfit, "You want an honest opinion?" 

Harry nods.

Louis shrugs, his head slumping back down to continue filing his nail, "Looks pretty shit." 

The bigger one huffs, stepping into his closet once again to find something suitable to wear. 

Reacting to Harry's slightly annoyed look, Louis let's out a little giggle, loving how he can piss off Harry with ease. 

The curly haired man is out of the closet again, confident as ever. He's wearing a red flannel, with simple black skinny jeans and boots. His hair has been pushed up a bit, but nothing major so it still looks natural. 

"Oooo," Louis' eyes widen slightly, "Where you going, mister? Frat party or something?"

Harry snorts, but then his features soften and he looks almost shy. He then takes out a snapback, putting it on his head leaving his curls escaping out of the sides. 

Louis then tilts his head, his 'well well' look coming onto his face, "Mmm," he hummed with a high tone, "Use protection!" 

"Louis!" Harry gasped, taking his hat off and chucking it on his bed, "I'm not going to have sex, gosh... s'just the pub," he recited (from Liam), his head hanging down to try hide his blush. 

When he received no witty come back, his head shot back up and his eyes scanned the bed but he couldn't spot his tiny friend, "Louis where have you-"

He then heard little shouts, and his eyes widened when he saw his snapback on the bed moving around slightly. 

Panicked, Harry squeaked out an "Oh sugar!" (the man doesn't like swearing) and kneeled down next to the bed while slowly lifting up his hat. He expected an angry tiny man to be screaming and cursing, ready to attack Harry with his fists up. 

However, what he found was his itty bitty Louis, curled up into a ball letting out itty, bitty, sobs.

With the new light being shone on Louis, he lifted his head up, his arms still being wrapped around his knees. "H-Harry?" 

"Louis, love," Harry sighed sympathetically, scooping up Louis' tiny body in his hands. He could see his red rimmed eyes and his still glossy blue ones. Small sniffles were coming from him as Harry placed him over his shoulder on his tummy. 

Harry questioned, "What happened?" 

Louis whined, and the bigger man could feel his friend's tiny fists grasping onto his red flannel, "T'was dark...couldn't get out..." He said quietly- so quiet that Harry almost didn't hear him. 

For comfort, Harry started rubbing Louis' back with the pad of his index finger, "Sorry Lou," he forced out a small laugh under his breath, "It was just my hat."

"Yeah," Louis snorted, trying to seem bold again - even though his hand was still grasping onto Harry, "your stupid frat boy hat." 

"Hmm, it is quite stupid, init?" He hummed and checked his watch, "Oh shit, I need to leave."

He put Louis down on the bed, next to where all the food and water Harry put there for Louis for his night out. 

"Wait!" Louis calls out, before Harry has a chance to leave the room, "Can I come?" 

Harry freezes,  and looks at Louis' wide eyes and pouting face. 

Should he? 

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This time it's your decision- Should Harry bring Louis to the pub or leave him at home? Comment ur choice x :) 

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