Third Person P.O.V

"I'm Harry. Can I buy you a drink?" I gave him my toothy half-smile. He bit his pink tinted lip and tilted his head. His eyes scanned my body- slowly looking up and down. He nodded his head and smirked at me. A look which I couldn't help but return.

Harry beckoned the bartender to refill Louis' half empty glass, even though everyone could clearly see Louis had had way too much to drink already. Harry didn't know how else to start up a conversation in a bar- not that he tried to make a habit out of picking up strangers in a bar... but that was exactly the point. Louis wasn't a stranger- well not to Harry. To Louis, in his current state, Harry was unreconisable; the glasses hiding Harry's eyes probably didn't help Louis' memory much either.

Zayn wasn't as drunk as Louis, but he was pretty close. Seeing that he wasn't necessarily wanted around the two boys, he left his nearly empty glass at the bar and took to the dancefloor.

"So, Henry-"

"Harry" Harry corrected in an amused tone, a fond smile playing on his lips. The alcohol and Louis' memory weren't exactly co-operating. Louis leant one arm against the bar and used the other one to gesture at Harry. Harry noticed that Louis' feet couldn't quite touch the floor- adorable.

"Harry" Louis repeated the name, testing it out. He looked warily at Harry for confirmation, Harry nodded and turned his body so he was full on facing Louis- to show him he had his full attention. "You're hot" He bluntly stated.

Harry's eyes widened and he let out a surprised laugh. Louis bit his bottom lip and smiled slightly at Harry. "I think you've had quite a lot to drink, should I be buying you drinks?" Harry questioned, half of him amused but the other half geniunely concerned. He didn't want Louis to be ill, or get hurt, or for anything to happen that he'd regret.

Louis rolled his eyes and shrugged, "M'fine. M'not even drunk". Harry shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He took a few gulps of his drink before setting it aside. Louis, seeing that Harry didn't believe him, let out a huff. He stood up off of the stool and proceeded to prove to Harry that he wasn't drunk. Harry looked at him with a hint of worry, not too sure what to do.

Louis balanced on one leg, put one arm straight out to the side and used the other hand to hold a dainty finger to his nose. "See. I am not dru-" He stumbled and fell to the floor. "Shit" Harry jumped up and immediately set to helping Louis get to his feet- but Louis didn't want to be helped. He didn't want Harry to think he was drunk, he wanted him to believe him.

Louis pushed Harry's hands away and proceeded to make a show of dragging himself off of the floor. He stood on wobbly legs and kept knocking Harry's large hands away from him. Harry didn't know what to do with himself, he needed to steady Louis so he wouldn't harm himself. He was drunk and a danger to himself. Harry's concern only irritated Louis further.

"Harry just- thanks for the drink. I don't need your help. I'm not drunk, leave me alone. Killin' my mood. Don't care how hot you are." Louis muttered out to Harry, trying to escape to the dancefloor. Harry caught one of Louis fragile wrists and tried to reason with the intoxicated boy.

"Look Louis, just come sit at the bar with me. Please? I'm sorry" Louis refused to listen. He frantically pulled his wrist from Harry's loose grip and stumbled to the dancefloor. Harry sighed in defeat. He felt a weight settle on his chest. He had one chance and he blew it. He tried to tell himself that Louis was a grown man and knew how to take care of himself, but he selfishly wanted Louis to just come and talk with him.

Harry reseated himself at the bar. He ordered himself another drink and kept an eye on the brunette boy on the dancefloor. He watched as he haphazardly danced to the fast beating music. He watched as a boy with midnight black hair approached him, piercings on his face. He watched as he came up behind Louis and started dancing with him.

Harry shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the painful scene before him. He chugged the last of his drink and immediately ordered another one. The bartender served his drink without even looking in his direction. Harry felt slightly irritated, he felt invisible. He bitterly downed his drink and looked back at the scene unfolding on the dancefloor.

Louis was trying to push the man away from him, distressed. The man kept trying to pull Louis back to him but the shorter of the two was putting up quite a fight. The pierced man was growing agitated, tightening his grip. Harry felt anger coil within him. No-one upset his Louis like this. He wanted that man to get off of what was his. He didn't want him touching him like that, he didn't want him hurting his man.

Harry pushed himself off of the barstool and furiously marched over to the dancefloor. He heard Louis' distressed pleas get louder, fueling Harry's anger up further. He gripped the taller of the lads shoulder and ripped him away from the blue eyed boy.

"He said, get the fuck off of him" Harry's words dripped with venom. He glared the man in the eyes, his height giving him an intimidating advantage. The pierced lad looked up at Harry and smirked.

"Protective boyfriend, nice. Back off freak; we're just having a bit of fun." he disregarded Harry and turned back to Louis, tightening his grip on the whimpering boys wrist. "Right, princess?"

Harry growled deep withing his throat. His hands rolled into fists, the knuckles tensed to the point where they had turned the flesh white. He gripped the mans shoulder for a second time and whirled him around so they were face to face. The man seemed genuinely shocked and irritated by Harry's actions.

"You don't fucking touch him like that" With his fighting words, Harry reeled his arm back and smashed his fist into the mans face. Harry threw him to the floor and watched as he doubled over into a pathetic heap. He clutched at his nose which had smeared blood across his face. The people on the dancefloor around them all stepped back and gasped.

Harry stared down at the crumpled boy on the floor. The hatred he felt in him at that moment had given him an adrenaline rush. His fish throbbed with a numbing pain- but he didn't care. He felt angry, furious even. He waited until the guy looked up at him with fear in his eyes until he kicked his foot straight into the mans stomach. The power behind it was overwhelming.

The guy doubled over and screamed out in pain. Harry didn't know his own strength right now- he worked out often, he was slightly tipsy and he was emotionally unstable. Not a good combination. Before Harry had a chance to land a second kick into the helpless man, security guards had grabbed him by the arms.

Harry struggled against them. "I hope you fucking die" He screamed at the terrified mess on the floor. He thrashed against the guards bone-crushing grip as they dragged him to the door. They threw him out into the stingingly cold air.

"Don't come back." One of the two guards commanded him. Harry glared at them behind his dark tinted lenses. He let out a bitter laugh as he questioned what the fuck he had just done. He sat down on the pavement curb and examined his hand. He had a few cut knuckles and they were, no doubt, going to bruise. He cursed under his breath.

He failed to notice a still highly-intoxicated Louis sit beside him on the curb.

"Hi" He said, tryng to get Harry's attention. The anger in Harry disapparated the minute the words reached his cold ears. He held his injured hand in his other hand and half turned his head to face Louis. Louis looked so vulnerable and small at that moment; hugging his arms to his chest to try and hide them from the nippy air.

"Hi" Harry breathed out. He didn't know what to do- Louis hardly knew him. All Louis knew at this moment was a guy who bought him a drink at the bar had punched the guy who was hitting on Louis. Harry didn't think at the time that Louis might not have wanted Harry to interfere... even if he did want the guy off of him. Louis would have handled it his own way. Harry cursed himself inside his head, wondering what Louis must think of him.

"Can I" Louis gestured towards Harry's injured hand. Harry gently put his hand in Louis grasp. He watched as Louis tentatively examined his hand. Louis prodded the pad of his index finger against one of Harry's already bruising knuckled. Harry let out a small hiss and Louis' hands immediately retracted. "Sorry" He mumbled.

Harry shook his head and smiled, bringing his hand back into his lap. "It's alright" He kept a careful gaze on Louis. Louis' eyes were staring at his vans against the tarmac beneath them, averting Harry's gaze.

"Thanks for-" He vaguely gestured towards the club that was a short distance behind them. The thumping of the music was still easily heard, but Harry's senses were entirely focused on the shivering boy infront of him. Louis' cheeks flushed a deep pink- his nose was slightly red from the frosty air.

Harry kept analysing every single one of Louis' moves. He let a small smile play on his lips, never tearing his eyes away from him. "It's ok, you don't have to thank me. Sorry for getting involved..." Harry trailed off, shaking his head at his own stupidity.

Louis' eyes widened and he quickly set to reassuring him. "No no no, I wanted you too" Harry blushed at his words. Louis dropped his head onto Harry's shoulder, the move startling the rockstar. He put a tentative arm around Louis' arm, gently rubbing the bare skin. Louis was freezing, and so was Harry. Louis huffed out a content and sleep sigh, the hot air from his mouth creating a foggy ball of steam.

"I don't want to sound creepy, but you're not sober enough to drive. Shall I give you a ride?" Harry asked. He looked down at Louis' closed eyes and shivering form. They were both exhausted, and cold, and drained. Harry had recovered from his adrenaline rush and the alcohol had really taken its toll on Louis.

"I-" Louis breathed out, his words laced with sleep. "I live somewhere..." He trailed off. Harry let out an amused chuckle, hugging the boy closer to his chest to try and warm him up.

"Indeed you do. Could you tell me where that somewhere is?" Harry questioned, needing an answer. Louis' sleepy state seemed to turn into one of worry. He abruptly sat upright and looked around at his surroundings, genuinely confused.

"I don't know where- I don't- huh?" The drunken lad was working himself into a bit of a frenzy of worry. Harry shhed him and attempted to hug th boy back into his arms- Louis didn't fight against him. His muscles were too limp to fight back.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. Lets get into my car and I'll turn the heater on." Harry knew drink driving wasn't safe- but he wasn't drunk, he hadn't planned to come out and get drunk and he was too lazy to walk the way up here so he drove. Louis nodded his head and let Harry haul the both of them off of the ground.

Louis leant most of his weight onto Harry; but Harry didn't complain. He was too relieved- he felt blessed. He had an angel in his arms, never had he felt so lucky. Granted his angel was too drunk to comprehend much of what was going on, didn't exactly know who he was and was too cold to leave Harry's warmth- he was still in his arms. It's the principle that counts.

Harry lead them to his car which was parked a short way away from the bar. He held Louis under one of his arms as he shuffled his freehand in his back pocket. He grabbed his keys and unlocked the car doors. He helped Louis slump into the passenger seat and buckled him in. He shut the door- much to Louis dissatisfaction. He was in one of those drunk-cuddly moods. Needless to say, he was a very needy-emotional drunk.

Harry clambered into the drivers seat, buckled his own seatbelt and started up the engine. He turned on the heater and leant back as they both sat there trying to warm up. Louis' tremors died down as the car settled at a comfortable heat. Louis looked up at Harry from under his eyelashes- not on purpose. Harry bit his lip and had to control himself.

He's drunk. You can't take advantage of him. It'll only cause shit tomorrow. Don't fuck everything up.

"So"Harry let out a deep breath, "Where am I taking you?" Louis bit his lip and drunkenly giggled to himself. His moodswings were really baffling Harry, but he went with the flow. "Where would you like to go?"

Louis sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and leant over the gear stick (as much as his seatbelt would allow him) and whispered in Harry's ear. "Take me back to yours."

His warm breath tickled Harry's ear. He tried to not get aroused but Louis was looking so fucking hot. The close proximity was making the air between them thicker and hotter. Harry took a few deep breaths to try and control himself as Louis kept looking at him from under his lashes. Louis knew exactly what he was doing to Harry, but Louis was drunk and didn't really give a fuck. He just knew that Harry looked so fucking sexy when he was angry and beating the crap out of someone.

"Don't you think it would be better if I dropped you off at yours?" Harry stated. Louis could hear in Harry's tone that he didn't really want to do that. Harry really didn't want to take advantage of Louis. He knew that it would just cause shit in the morning and the boys would find out that he had disobeyed them. Not to mention the fact that he didn't want Louis to hate him in the morning, it would crush him.

Louis ran his fingers though Harry's messy hair. He pulled and tugged on a few bits of hair, relishing in the small whimpers Harry accidently let out. Louis loved this feeling. "I don't want to go back to mine, I'm going to yours" Louis stated. Harry internally groaned, he couldn't just leave him here and Louis wasn't giving him much choice, he'd have to take him back to his hotel room. Don't take advantage of him.

"Ok" Harry whispered, his breath fanning over Louis. Louis shuddered and gulped. He pulled back and stared Harry dead in the eye, hand still in his hair.

"Ok?" He asked, somewhat shocked at how easily he'd convinced him.

"Ok" Harry confirmed. Louis made no move to sit back in his seat- instead he stared at Harry's full, plump lips. Louis' tongue subconsciously wet his bottom lip. Harry shuddered at the move, feeling arousal hit his nether regions. He tried to supress the feeling. He reluctantly peeled himself away from Louis as he returned his attention to the matter at hand.

Louis reluctantly and slowly settled back in his seat. Harry peeled away from the club and set to getting them back to his hotel.

The journey was short, but it felt like time had stopped. Louis spent the whole ride trailing his hands over Harry's thighs and arms- Harry had batted his hands away a few times and almost crashed the car. Harry didn't want to put them in danger- he didn't want to put Louis in danger.

Once they'd parked against the curb, Harry shut the engine off. He didn't give Louis time to comprehend what he was doing before he had taken both of their seatbelts off. Despite himself, Harry crawled over the gearstick and smashed his lips to Louis with so much fervour. Louis sloppily kissed back, both of the boys fighting over control.

Hands ran into eachothers hair as they closed as much distance as they could between them. Harry loved the way that Louis lips were dainty, just like the rest of him. He loved the feel of them, he craved them. They tasted like beer- which was to be expected. Louis felt braver, he pushed Harry back in the drivers seat and crawled on top of him.

He immediately reattached their lips and pushed his hands through his messy hair. He pulled, causing Harry to hiss. He used the opportunity to push his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry's hands carefully gripped onto Louis' hips. He bunched Louis' shirt up slightly at the sides and gently dug his nails into the warm flesh there. Louis' tongue trailed along the back of Harry's teeth, causing the boy beneath him to groan.

Louis caught Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and gently bit down before he released it. A trail of syliva was smeared across Louis' bottom lip, he looked ravished- as did Harry. Both boys were panting for breath in the steamy air around them. Louis could feel Harry's heart beat at a quick pace from where he was laid over him.

Harry ran his thumb along Louis' bottom lip, gathering a mixture of their syliva on the pad of his thumb. Louis watched him with intense and lust filled eyes. Harry's mouth was slack as he panted, fully concentrating on Louis' lips. He stuck him thumb between Louis' lips and the boy above him sucked on his thumb. He hollowed his cheeks and made a scene of bobbing his head slightly. Harry watched in awe as Louis' eyes shut as he concentrated on sucking Harry's thumb.

Louis made a pornographic noise and removed his lips from Harry's thumb with a pop. He reopened his eyes and held and intense stare with Harry. Both of the boys were dazed from the intense make-out session that had just happened. The air between them was thick and it was almost suffocating- the feel of arousal and the stench of alcohol filled the car.

Harry sat them both up in the drivers seat- Louis straddling his lap. Louis watched him with a curious gaze as Harry moved his right arm to open the door. Never once did Harry nor Louis let their intense gaze break- even though Harry was still wearing his steamed up sunglasses. Louis slowly moved his hands up to the side of Harry's face, causing him to halt his movements on the door handle.

Louis' slim fingers slowly hooked onto the sides of the glasses- Harry took a sharp intake of breath. Louis slid the glasses off of his face and stared deep into Harry's forest green eyes. Louis' mouth dropped open in awe; Harry begged that he wouldn't recognise him.

"Your eyes are beautiful, Harry" That was not what he was expecting to hear. He let out a slight breath of relief and chuckled. He stroked one of his large hands through Louis' sweaty hair- Louis half closed his eyes in content from the soothing motion. This was a much gentler action compared to the hair pulling that had taken place moments ago, it soothed his scalp.

"You're beautiful" Harry breathed out. Both boys smiled at eachother, studying the other. Louis leaned down and captured Harry's lips in a sloppy kiss. It wasn't lust filled like earlier, it was much slower- a drunken kiss. Both boys savoured the moment, just touching their lips together. Slowly, Louis dropped his head onto Harry's chest. He wrapped both of his arms around Harrys neck.

Harry opened the car door and let the cool air wash over them. They both shuddered. Harry tightly wrapped his arms around Louis and carried him out of the car. He made sure to take his keys out of the engine and lock the door before carrying Louis to the hotel entrance. He didn't care who noticed him here right now- all he knew was he was tired, he had a drunken Louis with him and Louis didn't recognise him.

Louis was impressed that Harry had managed to carry him and not put him down once. Harry took Louis into the elevator and hit the button for his floor. His arms were straining to hold Louis' weight but he didn't want to let the boy out of his arms. He nuzzled his nose into the top of Louis' hair and sighed- tomorrow was going to be hell.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Harry walked out of the elevator and tried to walk down the