WARNING: contains sexual scenes towards the end.

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Concerts are always the big thing to go to. They're never big artists, and are never anything like The Beatles, who Harry loves, but it's one of the most popular social events. Bands from out of town would come in and set up the park to play for the bunches of people that come. It's always teenagers and up. Louis' been going since he was fourteen, and Harry at thirteen. Socs and greasers don't get into any fights for once in their life, and everyone hangs out and chills with their friends while listening to the music. People bring alcohol for themselves and sometimes for those who aren't old enough to have it. That is, if they like you enough or if you pay them.

Louis is sat on the grass with Boozer, Dean, and Bobcat. Some of the other guys are off dancing like loons and trying to get some beer from their other friends. He takes a swig of his own drink and leans back against the fat tree. "Ain't very often we get to see Boozer and Dean acting like normal people. Being civil, and nice." Louis jokes.

Boozer rolls his eyes with a smile. "Shut up."

Bobcat, who is lying on his back, sits up. "I love the concerts. Lets my body relax and heal from all 'at fighting we's do in the Rumbles," he says, stretching his arms out. His hair is pushed back by little black pins from a few girls he goes to school with, as they had all been flirting with him earlier. He has soft blonde beach boy hair. Something that the girls always seem to dig.

"What, the ones you fight in ya dreams?" Dean asks. "Ya can't fight or else your old lady at home would slit ya throat." He laughs. "Not to mention Louis don't let ya. And ever since Mickey, Lou's been the boss round here. What he says goes." He jabs his finger into Bobcats side. It makes him squeal and squirm.

"I'm takin over after Louis." Boozer takes a gulp of his drink. "Not pressurin you into leavin, though. Rather have ya here than not." He corrects himself, smiling back at Louis.

Louis rolls his eyes with a smile. "Alright," he says.

"So Louis, seein anybody?" Dean lays back as well as Bobcat, so that his head is next to where Louis is sitting.

"Not exactly, yet. Got my eyes on someone though, that's for sure." He nods and takes a drink. He spots Harry in the distance, and smirks when he catches his eyes. He hadn't seen him earlier, so he's guessing he just arrived.

Louis nods to him, jerking his head towards his friends to gesture him over. Harry's expression stays blank however, and then he turns back to whoever he was talking to. Louis frowns. He continues watching him until he stands up a few minutes later and makes his way over.

He has his hands in his pockets, and stands beside Louis on the ground. "Hi," he says quietly.

Louis smiles. "Hey. Sit down." He offers. Harry does it, and in the process notices who else is there with him. Boozer and Dean, who had been so close to practically murdering him. They wouldn't ever, but it still felt like it. "This is Harry." Louis speaks up. "That's Dean and Boozer. You've met Bobcat."

Dean sits up. He's on the other side of Louis, and gives Harry a long look. "I remember you. Not a big fan." His face looks hard. Harry feels like he wants to puke underneath his gaze.

Louis nudges his side."Cut it out, asshat. He's cool. He's a real good mate of mine." He raises his eyebrows and gives Dean a look to say that 'this is the guy I'm into'. He makes sure Harry doesn't see it.

Dean nods. "Alright, well, nice to meet ya, then." He lays back down.

Louis turns back to Harry. "What's been goin on? Week since I've seen ya last." He mumbles.

Harry shrugs. "Nothin. My sister hinted that I'm seeing someone, but I told her she's wrong." He keeps his voice low despite the music and the people talking and being loud around them.

Louis smirks. "So you's is seeing me, now?"

Harry's face falls. "Oh- well, I mean if you don't... uhm." He sighs with a shaky breath, unsure of if Louis thinks they're seeing each other. He doesn't realize that Louis is simply flirting.

"I'm just teasing. Of course I'm seeing ya. I'm the one who made a move on ya in the first place."

Harry's cheeks go the slightest color of pink. "Yeah." He purses his lips.

Louis stares at him for a while, before looking down at his lap and standing up. "We're gonna get a few more drinks. Don't wait up for us." He says to his boys as he stands up. "C'mon Harry."

Harry raises his eyebrows, but joins him. Although he should, he doesn't worry about socs seeing him with Louis. They don't normally come to the concerts anyways.

"Where's your car?" Louis asks. "I don't have a car and you need to drive since I been drinking." He tells him.

"It's there, the white one." He points to it, smiling at Louis' shocked reaction. "My father gave it to me since he gained my uncle's car when he died." He unlocks the car. Louis gets in.

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Louis strolls down the aisles of the corner shop, looking through the freezer glass to see where the beers are. There aren't many, is what he's noticed, only three brands. He sighs, and grabs two six packs of them. "This'll do."

"Could I have one? In return for using my gas for your drink run?" Harry asks jokingly, a smile on his face. Louis rolls his eyes at him, and uses his free hand to grab at the collar of his neck.

"If that means getting you wasted and taking you back to my place, then I'm cool with that." He mumbles, and gives a quick tug on the boys hair before walking into sight and to the cash register.

The concert goes on for three more hours, considering they had only been there for thirty minutes. Instead of even going back, Harry lets Louis drive his car back to his place, where none of the boys are. They go up to Louis' room. It's nothing but a bed, dresser, and side table, with some random things thrown in a box next to the door.

"It's not much. But enough." The older boy doesn't bother turning the lamp on with the sun still subtly coming through the window, and collapses onto the bed. "Here, 'ave a drink." He holds out a bottle, wondering just where it'll go.

Harry bites his lip. He's not sure about it. Getting drunk with Louis. He's been tipsy before, but not wasted. He doesn't know how it'll affect him.

Turns out, two hours and five beers later, Harry is the perfect kind of almost-drunk person that Louis likes. Not that he prefers him drunk, but he can't help but enjoy the way he's sat on his lap with his bottle in his grip, both hands behind his head with a sleepily drunk and dirty smile.

Louis takes the drink and sits it on the nightstand. "Ya sure are more confident when intoxicated, aren't ya." He lets his hands rest on Harry's sides, underneath his shirt.

Harry smiles, and chuckles. He reaches down and fists Louis' shirt. "Really hot in here." He sits back on Louis' lap and digs his head into his neck.

"Yeah?" Louis raises his eyebrows. He moves his hands up, taking the shirt with them. Harry lets him slide it off of his body, where he then admires the boy for a long moment. His skin is soft and slightly tanned, with black ink covering his skin. The ferns on his hips, God bless him, and the birds on his chest. Tattoo's on the underside of his arm, and just anywhere he can find.

Tattoo's aren't a big thing, but Louis' got them, and to see Harry littered with them is a real treat. The ones on his biceps make him look strong, while the ones on his hips, stomach, and god, his thighs, make him submissive to a whole new level. Louis never knew having more tattoo's than himself could be on someone like Harry. Who's soft and doesn't like fighting anyone, and cares about everyone.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Louis smirks. He pulls Harry's head down to his. He slowly kisses up his jaw, and presses a long kiss to the corner of his lips. He waits and waits until Harry whispers "please" impatiently.

He pushes his lips on Harry's. It's all a feverish mess from there. Tongues rubbing and teeth colliding. Bodies itching to be closer even though they're already pressed against one another.

Louis pulls away at some point, gently shoving Harry down on the bed to his side. Louis climbs over him. He straddles him, sliding his hands up his arms so that they're pushed up the bed and behind Harry's head. Harry squeezes his eyes shut and bites on his lips.

"What, what's up?" Louis leans down and kisses him, holding his jaw lightly. They kiss deeply and long, until Louis moves his lips down. He nibbles right under his jaw, then kisses and sucks on the skin all the way down his neck. Harry gasps when he latches his mouth a certain spot of his neck. It makes his hand grip onto the bars that make up Louis' headboard. He conceals any noise from coming out of his mouth.

Louis kisses him again, gripping his soft hips. "This okay?"

Harry nods. He's still not sure what he likes and doesn't like, it's all new to him. But he does know that he likes whatever it is that Louis makes him feel. Especially with being a bit intoxicated. He didn't know he could drink five drinks within two hours and still not be fully drunk. Louis didn't expect it either. He thought he'd be a lightweight.

"Very... very okay." Harry whispers against Louis' neck. He can feel himself a bit hard in his jeans and barely bucks his hips up.

Louis pushes his body back down. "Gonna make you feel good." He mutters. Harry doesn't respond, just nods.

Louis waits a moment, watching the boy beneath him, before coming back to his senses and rolling his hips into Harry's. The younger boy gasps, tilting his head back as he bites his lip.

"Good?" Louis smirks.

Harry nod. "Yes, yes, again." He holds onto Louis' wrists above his head.

Louis grinds his hips down, a few times, slowly. Harry's eyes flutter shut only for a moment so that he can look at Louis. Whose expression screams to know if what he's doing is anywhere near okay.

"Louis." Harry whines. "I need-" He doesn't finish, but knows that the older boy is aware of what he would've finished with. And if he were to look back on this whole long moment he would feel embarrassed by how he's acting, but there's no taking it back.

Louis presses his hand on Harry's stomach, where his v-line is, and presses lightly as he continues rolling his hips, grinding. Harry lets out a loud moan, covering his own mouth afterwards. It's a surprise, whatever that feeling is, and overwhelms him, but in a good way. He doesn't know what he's feeling, but when both boys reach their highs and eventually calm down, he labels it as "I'm extremely attracted to Louis in a gay, very sexual, way and I want him to take control of me". His eyes widen at his own thought, and shakes it off.

"Stay a while." Louis has his arm wrapped around him, his nose pressed into the back of his neck.

"Okay." He breathes, squeezing Louis' hand.