"I hate clubbing." Harry mutters, the four of them are sat around each other at a table, the loud music aching at Harry's brain cells.

"You're the one who suggested it." Louis argues, taking a sip of his drink and smiling over at Zayn who had momentarily looked up from his phone.

"Where's Niall gone?" Zayn speaks up, frowning, "He said he was going to the bathroom."

"I'll go look for him." Louis volunteers, sitting his drink down and pecking Harry's lips before walking off towards the restroom, leaving Zayn and Harry in an awkward silence.

Louis makes it to the restroom area and rolls his eyes when he sees Niall making out with a girl by the entrance.

He turns to walk away but his suddenly stopped, feeling a hand on his back.

"Hey there, pretty." The man says, "I'm Dave, you wanna dance, baby?"

Louis steps aside, making it quite clear he didn't appreciate Dave touching him. "Thanks. Uh, I have a boyfriend." he nods, letting him know that he could call him such things.

"Lucky man he is." Dave says smugly, moving his hand to Louis's bum, grabbing at the flesh through the thin material of the shorts he was wearing.

Louis eyes widen and he immediately brings his hand up to slap him, backing away in the process. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Harry sees it happen, Dave grab at Louis's ass and Louis slap the man. Harry paid no mind to the martini glass slipping from his hands as he lurched forward, panic and anger rushing through him as Dave swings at Louis. Harry catches Dave's fist before he can hit Louis and shoves him against the wall, jaw clenched.

"The fuck do you think you are doing touching my boy like that?" He growls, shoving at his chest, then punching him straight in the jaw. Dave doesn't reply, only punches Harry in the jaw, but instead of Harry backing away it made him hit harder and soon Dave was holding up his hands in surrender, "Stay the fuck away from him." Harry hisses, giving him one final shove before turning around and looking for Louis.

Louis stares at Harry with wide eyes, getting warm fuzzy feelings at the sight of Harry so worked up over the situation. It made him feel wanted and cared for oddly enough. "Thanks, H." he whispers softly, noticing how angry Harry was still. He walks forward and wraps his arms around Harry, hoping he could calm him down. "You're right I guess I shouldn't have worn this."

Louis was wearing some skin tight high-waisted black shorts and one of Harry's red shirts tucked into it. Simple but still a bit sexy. Harry had begged Louis not to wear the outfit. Harry had a hard time not canceling their plans and just fucking Louis right there and then when he had first saw him in the outfit.

But, it's Louis's body he can do whatever he wants with it. Louis shouldn't have been manhandled for wearing the outfit, it wasn't his baby's fault at all. It angered him that the man even for a second thought it was okay.

"It's not your fault, though!" Harry snaps, not at Louis though, he's just extremely pissed off. "Jesus, I mean, Who the fuck thinks its okay to just grab someones ass? It's bloody rude." He mutters, anger in his voice as he glares over at a group of people staring at them. They turn away almost immediately.

"I know, I know.. it's okay, Harry." he smiles softly in his chest, still hugging him. "It's not okay, and he's just an asshole." He says, peeking up at Harry. "Thank you.." he whispers, tucking Harry's hair behind his ear. "For protecting me."

"Thats my job." Harry says after a moment of listening to Louis's words, pressing a kiss to his hair, then pulling back some and connecting their lips in a kiss he felt he needed.

Louis smiles and pulls away after a few minutes. "I'm so lucky to have you, you know that? You're always here for me, no matter what or when." he says softly. "I am so lucky to be with a man like you."

Harry smiles because this is the most sincere he has seen Louis in a long time. "I love you." Harry says simply, smiling down at Louis, "So much."

Louis blushes, "I love you too, babe."

Harry smiles brightly, "Do you want to dance? I remember making you wait." He smirks, tugging him out to the floor.

Louis grins and nods, taking his hand and following him onto the dance floor. He begins to dance, "It was kinda hot to see you so angry like that. I'm learning that you look very attractive when angry." he says.

Harry raises his eyebrows, wrapping his arms around Louis's waist and awkwardly dancing, trying his best to keep the mood going, he was just an awkward dancer, honestly. Harry takes a breath and focus's back on Louis's words, a smirk on his lips, "You really think so?" He asks, "I think you look very attractive..always." He says, trying to be sexy but it turns out more cute than than sexy.

Louis laughs loudly and leans forward, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and gazing up at him. "I do." he nods. "But it also made me feel some butterflies over how protective you were over me." he says, sincerity in his eyes.

Harry sighs, squeezing Louis's hips and nodding, "He's lucky I didn't rip his hand off." Harry mutters, "Or his eyes." He says, pulling Louis a bit closer, leaning over a bit to press his lips to Louis's ear, "anyone can look at you," He whispers, "But only I get to touch you because you're my gorgeous baby,"

Louis blushes and hides his face in the crook of Harry's neck. He feels so loved and he couldn't be any happier. "That's right." he whispers. "All yours." he says, swaying with him.

Harry feels something inside of his chest when Louis says that, lips pressing a chaste kiss to his neck, "Jesus, I love you." Harry mutters, "I'm so lucky, all mine." He says , hands moving to pinch at Louis's bum cheekily.

Louis leans up and connects their lips in a hard kiss, hands moving into Harry's hair, tugging gently before pulling away, breathing heavily already, "Why don't you take me home and remind me who I belong to?"

"Fuck yes, lets go."