Hello, Hello, No Goodbye

Chapter 2

The car is dark inside - black interior with toned windows. The blond girl peaks from the front seat. Louis can only see the white outline of her face and hair in front of dashboard lights.

"My name is Lana, by the way. This is my man Paul," she points to the driver.

Paul turns his face halfway, keeping the eyes on the road, "I hope you can drink, mate. I am planning to get wasted tonight. But, do not worry, Harry will drive us home. After all, it is his turn."

Louis looks at Harry. His tall figure hovers over Louise's smaller body. With his dark, long hair and milky white skin, he reminds Louis of a vampire. Louis shakes this thought away. No reason to think about bloodsucking or any other type of sucking right now. Louis wishes there was more light so that he could see Harry's face better.

Harry puts his hand out, "Hello, I'm Harry Styles," he says in a low, raspy voice that sends shivers through Louis's body. Louis shakes Harry's hand, "Hi, I'm Louis."

Louis can not tell for sure, but it looks like Harry smiled. Harry's hand is big and warm. Louis can feel at least two rings on his fingers. Of course, Harry is wearing rings! Why not? He wears silky shirts, smells like mint, and now has rings. What is next? The handshake is strong but short like it's supposed to be. Just perfect.

Harry turns back and continues to stare on the road. He sits in the middle of the back seat, with his knees closed together and hands crossed on the chest. Rebecca is on the other side of the seat, swiping up and down her Instagram page and posting the selfie up already.

"Are you from Eastern Europe?" Louis asks.

"Yep, Ukrinian," Paul answers.

"Oh, that is cool! Where are we going?"

"McCoy's Irish Pub. It's just a block away. Our friend Niall owns it"

In a couple of minutes, they stop by the door of a pub, hidden in one of the historical-looking London buildings. As they come in, Louis feels the familiar smell of alcohol, and a smile appears on his face. "This night has become way more interesting than I thought it would be," he thinks to himself, checking out the alluring curve of Harry's ass.

"Hey, Nialler, bring up the strong stuff- your favorite guests are in the house," Paul calls out, stepping into the bar right behind him. Dang, his voice is loud. He easily yells over the music, and everyone turns to look at them. It seems like people here know each other because they all start smiling and taking turns hugging and congratulating Lana on her graduation and the new job.

Paul decides that Louis must meet every single person in the bar. So, he puts his hand around Louis' shoulder and drags him everywhere he goes.

A couple of hours passed in a daze, and Louis could not remember how many vodka shots he had already. Paul keeps putting new ones in his hand, impressed with his ability to hold his liquor! They wander through the bar together, dancing and knocking stuff over on their way. After Louis shared with Paul that he played soccer for his city- Paul confesses his brotherly love to Louis and starts to call him brother from another mother. Both of them are so drunk at this point that they need to lean on each other not to fall.