A/N: I'm dedicating this chapter to KITTEN LOUIS. (James Corden is my hero.)

This is part 2 of Harry's bachelor party!

HARRY / PRESENT

While Zayn was true to his word and didn't hire any strippers, he did invite a bunch of people who could get me in a lot more trouble.

This coke-fueled binge-drinking fest was far from the woodland Utopia that was our stag and doe. For starters, most of the people there didn't know or forgot that I was getting married. These weren't the invite-to-your-wedding friends. These were the delete-from-your-contacts-and-pray-that-the-press-never-finds-out-you-know-each-other friends. There was a DJ from Minsk that had sex onstage at SXSW, heirs and heiresses to various family fortunes whose antics would make Paris Hilton blush, the rageaholic club promoter whose never met a photog he didn't like to punch, the world's most subscribed YouTuber who could only function on a truckload of amphetamines, and professional hangers-on who turned fandom into a competitive sport.

Being at a party with this crowd was like swimming in a tank of piranhas, you had to stay still, lay low because if they smelled blood, they would devour you until there was nothing left. But laying low was impossible on this occasion since I was the man of the hour and wearing Louis' painfully tight pants. I kissed Kristy Kastenmeir, heiress to the Post-It fortune, and she immediately cupped my balls. "Nice outfit, Harry."

Dirk, the club promoter, didn't waste any time and started talking business—appearances, special events. "Have you had your birthday in Vegas yet? We should definitely do your birthday. Circe du Soleil acrobats, tigers, pyrotechnics, you know, something tasteful."

Eddie Zap, the YouTuber was telling me how calm he was after he started doing birkram yoga. His hands were shaking so bad he splashed me with vodka.

Zayn was going over music selections for the night with Alexei, the DJ, and Louis joined them. Neither of us could look at each other after what had happened in the bedroom.

The boys had invited just about every degenerate in the tri-state area and beyond. When I heard a knock at the door I didn't think it could get much worse. I was wrong. Standing in the doorway was a ghost from my past I thought I would never see again. Eleanor. I could smell her sickeningly sweet cotton candy perfume meters away. She was in a barely-there cocktail dress, teetering on stiletto Louboutins.

"Hey gorgeous," she kissed Louis' cheek. He met her wink with a wry smile. "Sorry I'm late, my flight was delayed. Harry, you minx!" She wobbled over to me. "Congrats! I can't wait for your big day! Edwin sends his best."

I was speechless.

Louis threw an arm over Eleanor's shoulder. "She's my date."

"Harry, I hope your fiancée doesn't mind, but my dress is white. I know it's bad form to wear white to someone else's wedding but I look really amazing in it and--"

I grabbed Louis' arm. "Can I speak to you for a second?"

We went off to the opposite corner of the suite while Eleanor glided over to a group of venture capitalists.

"You can't bring her to my wedding."

"Why not? She's my friend."

"After everything that's happened? How could you think I'd be okay with this?"

"I didn't cheat on you with Eleanor," he said flatly.

To me the gruesome twosome were one and the same. I couldn't look at Eleanor without seeing her brother's face.

"Fine," said Louis. "I'll take someone else." He glanced over his shoulder back at Zayn and Alexi. The striking blonde was pulled into Louis' orbit with one simple glance.

"Da," said Alexi, his accent thick and velvety. Louis had a fetish for moody Russians.

"Would you like to be my date to Harry's wedding?"

Alexi gave a quick nod in the affirmative and folded himself into Louis' side. "Maybe I be your date for tonight too," he purred in broken English, nuzzling Louis' cheek.

I flushed with anger. "No!"

They both looked at me with confusion.

"I mean, um, Louis' busy tonight... He's busy during the wedding—the whole weekend actually."

Alexi slipped out of Louis' arms with a resigned shrug. "Poka," he said and walked away.

Louis shook his head. "So, let me get this straight, I can't have you, and I can't have anyone else either, is that it?"

"I can't help that it bothers me." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Louis' eyes narrowed. "You're getting married to someone else. It shouldn't bother you at all."

"Don't twist my words around! I just don't want you having sex with some trashy DJ at my wedding."

"You and I are not together anymore. I'm single. What does it matter who I have sex with?"

I knew he was right but I didn't care. "Come alone to the wedding or don't come at all!"

"You're a child!"

"I thought you wanted to be my friend?"

He sighed. "I do."

"Then do this for me."

"Harry, be reasonable," Louis said, holding my shoulders loosely. "You can't punish me forever. That's not friendship. You found someone. You want that for me too, right?"

I sucked on my bottom lip, not in a sexy way or anything, it just helped me think better.

"No," I pouted.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"You were talking to me just fine in the bedroom..." I don't know why I said that.

"You're a fucking tease," he growled, moving in on me until my back was pressed against the wall.

"Am not!" I yelled, annoyed with myself for provoking him. It was too easy to fall into old habits with Louis. I had to put a stop to this. "You've been all over me since you got here. It's totally inappropriate! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you!"

Hurt flashed across Louis' clear blue eyes. "Well, I won't make that mistake again!" he snapped. "I'll stay far away from you from now on."

He stormed off and I chased after him not wanting him to have the last word when I crashed right into a tall woman with mint green hair. Kitty.

WAS EVERYONE AT THIS PARTY?

"Harry, congratulations! You're getting married! And to a girl! Wild."

She hugged me and immediately rattled off a list of her most recent accomplishments. She was set to perform at the Super Bowl half-time show where she would be dressed like a beach ball and her dancers would be dressed as sharks. None of it made it any sense to me, but she was happy so I was happy for her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Niall struggling to chat with the nineteen-year-old trust fund baby of our former label's owner. Louis was moving in on him, still fuming from our row moments ago and looking for a proper fight.

Baron Fleck always acted like he owned us, like we were the action figures in his bedroom, but we had to be nice to him because his father was at the helm of our American label. The only person who stuck up for us and refused to obey the little tyrant's every command was Louis. Baron was obnoxious, sure, but Louis went out of his way to insult him. Even though Baron didn't have a direct hand in our career he represented all the things Louis hated about our old label.

"Baron, I didn't know you were invited," said Louis, circling him like a wolf.

"You think I wouldn't hear about something like this? I know when all our artists have private parties," he dismissed with the flick of his wrist.

"Um, so you weren't invited then. You heard about it and just showed up."

"It's nice to see you out and about, Louis. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Like you dropped off the face of the earth."

"1D could get back together tomorrow and outsell all of your acts combined."

"You think anyone misses you? Zayn yes, Harry, obviously but there's a reason you're working in management right now and not on a solo career... Which reminds me, Harry I hear you're writing again. Anything you care to share yet?"

Louis slapped down his question decisively. "If he ever plans to go with your father's label again, he wouldn't share his material with you. I would put him in touch with my contacts in A&R. You know, adults that actually work for a living."

"You don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?" Baron stood up. "How would some of your clients feel about their manager insulting the head of their record label?"

"You're not the head of the label, Baron, that's my point, so stop acting like it. You're department is a glorified daycare because daddy didn't know what else to do with you."

Baron's face had been growing increasingly red. Even the scalp beneath his pale hair was scarlet. Niall tried to pull him back down onto the couch but he flung his arm away.

"Let go. You're pathetic, Tomlinson. Is this why Harry left 1D? Did he just want to get the fuck away from you?"

I could see Louis wince and without thinking I stepped in between them placing a hand on Louis' chest to hold him back. "That's not what happened!"

"Oh really? Because that's what it looks like. To everyone. It's okay, Harry, I get it. I wouldn't want to be associated with him either. Four years is long enough. You should have left sooner."

Now it was my turn to redden. "Don't talk about him that way," I snarled, pushing Louis behind me.

Louis was on the edge of losing it. I could feel it in his short jagged breaths beneath my hand.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want, Harry." Baron was looking me up and down unafraid. "That fucking faggot needs to be put in his place."

Before Louis could attack--and believe me he was raring to go--I pointed to the door. "Leave, Baron."

"Excuse me?"

"Get the fuck out!" I couldn't quite believe the words as they left my mouth. I had never spoken to Baron that way.

He was twitching, hopped up on coke and whatever pharmaceuticals Eddie brought. He picked up a crystal tumbler and threw it against the wall.

Everyone cheered. For this crowd a violent meltdown was cause for celebration.

Zayn came in from the balcony to see what the hell was going on. Niall gripped Baron's elbows as he hollered at me and Louis like a toddler.

"What the fuck, Niall, I told you keep him entertained," said Zayn.

"Kinda hard to do after Harry kicked him out."

"Harry?" Zayn was shocked but a little impressed.

Baron was now picking up anything and everything he could find to throw at us. As Louis scanned the vicinity for glassware, I pulled him by the shirt to duck for cover behind the bar.

Liam immediately swooped in to do damage control. "Baron, stop. You don't want to do this. It could get back to your father."

Louis managed to find a martini glass and launched it over the bar like a grenade.

"Not helping," I hissed.

Liam continued to try in a drunken bleary-eyed way to smooth things over but Zayn backed us up. "If Harry asked you to leave, you should leave bro."

Humiliated, with no other recourse, Baron inched toward the door with his suit jacket over his arm, muttering about having somewhere else to be like the whole room didn't hear me tell him to leave.

While the rest of guests had the memory of a goldfish, forgetting Baron the second he left the suite, the lads were all still reeling from the encounter. They joined Louis and I behind the bar.

"So much for that reunion album," said Niall.

Liam, unable to stand, though pretending he was in complete control of his limbs, said, "Harry, what the hell."

"Yeah," said Zayn, "the guy's an asshole, I get it. But he's Baron-fucking-Fleck."

Eddie zipped passed us stark naked with the one of the Kastenmeier girls on his back riding him like a pony. Alexei was literally climbing the walls, hanging from the moldings.

"I--I. He was out of line," was all I could muster.

"More out of line than the time he made me take his sister to prom?" Niall shuddered.

"More out of line than the time I had to share his awful demo on Twitter?" Liam added.

Zayn cleared his throat, "Let's not forget the time he gave out my phone number on Howard Stern."

"He was saying things he shouldn't be saying... I couldn't take it anymore."

"Like what?" asked Liam.

There was silence. Niall said, "He was talking shit about Lou."

Suddenly they all understood. Louis tried to hide it but he was beaming.

Liam and Niall went back to talking with Dirk while Zayn left to try and wrangle Alexi down from the chandelier.

Only Louis remained by my side. "Thanks," he said. "I can't believe you did that."

"I would have done it for any one of the boys."

Louis nodded but I could tell from his crinkle-eyed smile that he didn't believe a word of it.

"It was really cute watching you get angry like that." He tongue darted mischievously over his upper lip. "I wish you would fight all my battles for me."

"You get in a lot of battles," I said. "It would be tiring."

He threw his head back and laughed.

I nudged his arm. "Hey, I'm sorry I was such a twat before. You can bring Eleanor to the wedding. I don't mind."

"Thank you."

"And I'm not sick of you. I guess I was just feeling guilty and took it out on you."

"Guilty for what?"

"For what happened in the bedroom earlier."

"Nothing happened. We didn't..."

"No, but I wanted to," I said quietly.

"Oh."

"Wanting to is just as bad as doing it. I feel horrible," I confessed. I was glad the music was loud and the lights low. Maybe the noise and darkness would absolve me.

"Jesus Harry, this is a bachelor party not a funeral. If you're going to feel that bad, I should at least give you something to feel bad about."

I didn't quite follow. "Like what?"

Louis cupped my face. My pulse quickened. I glanced around anxiously to see if anyone was watching but they were all too busy in their own private worlds of debauchery to notice ours. We were hidden in plain sight.

"A bachelor party kiss."

"That's not a thing."

"It is. I just invented it."

Louis' features looked so beautiful in the dim light, his cheekbones and jawline sharpened by shadows. He somehow managed to look rough and delicate, angular and curvaceous. I wanted him to kiss me, but that was not okay. None of this was okay.

"Louis--"

"You're going to feel guilty anyway, right?"

I nodded, my face still in his hands.

He tilted his head forward. My heart was pounding. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself. Gently, his lips met mine, not kissing, just resting there. He sighed and observed me with affection. I could feel myself blush. I wanted him to close his eyes but he kept them open, fixed on my shy gaze.

I waited what felt like forever. "Well?" I breathed. "Are you going to do it?" That came out more eager than I'd intended.

Louis took my hands in his. "This is the last time I'll ever get to kiss you. I don't want it to go by too quick, yeah."

The last time.

He leaned me against the bar and nuzzled the curls at my temple, kissing and breathing my hair. I toed the ground with my Chelsea boot, trying not to collapse on top of him. Feverishly he began to babble, "You're so fucking pretty, Harry, so hot and good and precious..."

"Shhhhh," I said, not because anyone was listening but because--oh God, I didn't know how to handle Louis sometimes. He made me feel embarrassed and sexy all at once.

"You're an angel for letting me kiss you," he said, still burrowed in my hair. "I don't deserve this..."

"You don't," I agreed, feigning composure.

"Cheeky."

Louis seemed to be lost in my curls. I didn't need his lips in my hair. I needed them... well, not in my hair. Impatiently, I kicked his shin.

A fire sparked in his eyes and he seized me by the waist. "Harry..." He ran his tongue seductively over my bottom lip and gave my mouth an exploratory lick before kissing me desperate and deep, like we weren't in a room surrounded by people, but alone in bed with him buried inside me as I begged for mercy. His tongue pressed into my mouth and caressed my own. He crushed his soft lips against mine, his stubble scratching my cheek and chin, his fingers under my shirt clawing at my back.

He let out a strangled whine because he couldn't get close enough, deep enough. I cradled the back of his head with my hand to sooth him but this only made him kiss me more frantically.

I figured as long as I didn't kiss him back everything would be okay, but he needed it and instinctively I wanted to please him. I wanted to be good for him. Even after all these years and all that happened, his approval meant everything to me. I moved my lips and bucked against his hip. His appreciative moan made my heart leap.

Maybe it was okay to kiss him, I reasoned. It was a bachelor party after all and you were supposed to do bad things at bachelor parties. Most men did much worse. This was just a kiss with an old friend. And it was a last kiss, a goodbye kiss.

The song that was playing ended abruptly and the sudden silence made us feel exposed, so we stopped, nowhere near finished. Not by a mile.

Louis avoided my gaze, uncharacteristically embarrassed.

I tucked my hair behind my ears. "That's enough bachelor party naughtiness for one night," I laughed.

Louis touched the corners of his lips like he was still relishing where they'd just been. "Pretty tame as bachelor parties go. We should have got you those strippers."

"You're better than a stripper."

Oh no. Why did I have to go and say something like that? And why did Louis have to look so smug when I said it? I knew if I stood there one second longer I would say or do something I would really regret, so I backed away, nearly tripping on all the broken glass. Louis stood behind the bar cockily mixing himself a drink.

I ran over to Zayn. Kristy was curled up on his lap, sucking his finger, as he watched, mesmerized.

"Sorry to interrupt, Zayn, but I have to get out of here."

He jumped up and stepped over Alexei and the offspring of some Merrill Lynch exec who had passed out with a tampon up his nose.

"You're not going anywhere. And why are you sober! Motherfucker, I will tie you up--"

"I can't be here with him. It was a mistake for you to bring Louis."

"You're being too hard on him. He's trying his best."

"He's not the problem. I am."

Staggering over to us was Liam sipping a tequila sunrise. "Oh God, what is it now? Is someone dead? Where's Eddie. I knew that guy was a liability."

"Harry and Louis are at it again."

Liam narrowed his stern brown eyes. "Define 'at it'?"

"It was just a kiss!" There was no reason to tell them he almost gave be a blowie in the bedroom earlier.

"Honestly, Harry," Liam tsked. "What's gotten into you?"

"I know, I know." I looked down and twisted the rings on my fingers. "I messed up. I need to clear my head."

"Drink this. It will make you forget everything." Zayn handed me a mystery cocktail—neon blue, smelling of Axe body spray and moonshine, something I might find in one of Dirk's themed nightclubs. I threw it back.

"Give me another."

Mystery blue drink was suddenly my best friend. I wanted to bury these feelings and see everything through blue-tinted glasses. Louis smiling. Mystery blue drink. Louis dancing. Mystery blue drink. Louis wanting me. Mystery blue drink. Louis needing me. Mystery Blue drink. Me needing Louis. Mystery blue drink.

***

I woke up without my pants on. "Dammit."

My head was pounding. It felt like I had an anvil in there. To try and sit up left me with a heavy, searing pain like my skull might split open.

I was alone in one of the bedrooms. I heard plinging but didn't know where my phone was.

Liam was talking in the next room. When I pulled off the covers I noticed that my body was completely covered in magic marker. There were about a dozen dicks drawn all over my torso and legs and some clever accessories to my tattoos, like a stick man jumping overboard on my ship. They drew a dick on one of my birds as well. Lovely.

I tried again to get up. Nope, not happening.

"Help," I yelled meekly. I was pretty sure I needed all the fluids. My insides felt like a graveyard.

Niall popped his fluffy blonde head in. "You're up."

"I need water."

"Beer okay?"

"NO."

"Be right back."

He did come back with a bottle of water. Mind you it was half empty and probably backwash.

"Nice ink," he snickered.

"Did you do this?"

"Don't you know what my dick doodles look like? And here I thought you knew me..."

The water tasted disgusting. No, that was me actually. I tasted disgusting. Having anything at all in my mouth made me want to puke but I knew I needed it, even if I did puke.

"Who is Liam talking to?"

"You don't wanna know."

I actually sat up this time. Niall steadied me.

"He's talking to Don Fleck."

I didn't remember it all at first but my row with Baron was slowly coming back to me. "We shouldn't have to apologize for that."

Niall looked at his hands. "Liam isn't apologizing to Don. Don is apologizing to Liam."

"Well good, Baron is the one who should be apologizing but--"

"No, you don't understand. We think Baron went to the press last night. Don's apologizin' for that."

I hadn't been front-page news in close to a year. I knew the relative peace I'd experienced lately couldn't last forever.

"It's bad, but it'll be your word against his. At least he left long before your blue lightening episode."

"Wait, what blue lighting episode? I didn't... you know..."

"What? No! You were just really sloppy. Don't worry, Zayn filmed the whole thing. He's editing it together for the wedding reel."

I was worried. I kissed Louis last night. Had someone got a picture?

When I finally pulled it up on Niall's iPad, the story was worse than I ever could have imagined. The headline read, "Pop Playboy Harry Styles Cheats on Fiancé with Former Flame Kitty Drift Days Before Wedding." There was photo of the two of us with our bodies pressed together. It must have been taken as we bumped into each other.

I was actually shocked that the picture leaked. Partygoers usually kept mum about these things so they could be invited to the next party and the next one. There was an unspoken code of silence in these circles—if you respect someone else's privacy, they'll respect yours. And believe me we're all far from saints. Baron either took the pic himself or he offered someone a lot of money for it.

I literally crawled out of bed and out the door to where Liam was standing by the cluttered bar. He'd just gotten off the phone with Don. He didn't seem to be in the best shape either. He had a cold compress resting atop his head and was sucking ginger ale through a straw.

The room was completely trashed, like a slutty tornado had blown through leaving glitter and used condoms in its wake.

I found my phone. I was expecting there to be a novel's length of messages from Darby but chillingly she hadn't texted me at all. My mother's texts on the other hand were frantic.

For some reason the only thing I could think to ask was, "Where's Louis?"

Liam was hunched over the bar sink holding his head. "He took Eleanor for brunch. Those two were both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."

Niall kicked his heels up on the cracked glass coffee table. "Last night was probably just a fraction of what they get up to in London. El's body is 60% Pinot Grigio. She's practically embalmed."

"What did Don say? Have you spoken to your publicist? Have we managed to get out ahead of the story?"

"Not yet," moaned Liam. "Sophia is freaking out. She thinks that your downfall is all my fault. She hung up on me!"

"If Sophia believes it, Darby does too."

"Darby's in the industry. She knows that half this stuff is complete bullshit," said Niall.

"Yeah, but she doesn't know which half."

A/N: Hope you guys liked this chapter!

Let me know what you think of jealous Harry, and their "last kiss."

Next week is the very last PAST chapter.