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Harry hangs out with the girls all night. He often whispers something in Rebecca's ear, and they laugh, with their curls bouncing around. Could they be dating? No way, they look like literal copies of each other. "Are Harry and Rebecca dating?" Louis asks Paul. Paul starts laughing, his whole body is shaking, and his laugh is loud, like a freaking thunder.
"Hey, Harreh! My brother here wants to know if you and Rebecca are dating ahahahahahahah".
Rebecca burst into laughter, and so did a few others around her.
"Louis, they are twins, no more vodka for you," Lana says, still laughing.
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Louis laughs too. The world around him is spinning. He feels Harry staring at him from another side of the room. He is currently talking to a whole group of young girls, who are so obviously drooling over him that Louis wants to offer them a fucking napkin. Harry speaks to them, but his eyes are fixated on Louis. His soft stare makes Louis feel warm inside, so he separates his body from Paul's and starts to dance, jumping and throwing his hands up and down. He feels good. People around him cheer and join him. When he turns around – Harry is gone. Paul is fucking drinking machine. At this point, Louis literally cannot stand straight without holding onto the wall or something steady. After that, the night has turned into a complete blur. Harry is nowhere to be seen.
He needs to call Mai to pick him up while he can still remember where he is at. Somehow, he makes his way outside through the back door. The cold air knocks the breath out of him for a second but clears his mind a little. He takes a few steps forward and leans on the wall, breathing deeply. Mai is his first favorite contact, so he finds her number immediately. He puts her on speaker, and she picks up after three or four rings.
"You have to be kidding me, Louis!" her voice sounds sleepy and irritated, "It's two in the morning, what the heck!"
"Mai, come get me. I'm drunk."
"You said you will stay home and write tonight."
"Well, shit changes, Mai. I am at Irish McCoy's"
"You are a pain in the ass, Louis. You know that?"
"Oh, I love you too, Mai."
"I will be there in fifteen," she ends the call.
Louis closes his eyes. He can fall asleep just standing here, cold air kissing his cheeks softly.
"I could have brought you home," a deep low voice comes from behind.
Louis jumps and turns around as fast as the amount of alcohol in his blood allows him. Harry's body is so close that Louis can smell his minty cologne. Louis takes a couple of steps back, holding onto the wall. For a second, he feels intimidated by Harry's closeness. The boy is a full head taller than him, and it feels like his icy green eyes are staring right into Louis' soul.
"What the fuck, man, you scared the shit outta me," Louis tries his best to stand straight.
"Well, sorry, but I was here before you. You just didn't notice me, I guess." The wind is playing with Harry's silk shirt, and Louis finds himself staring at the boy's chest once again.
So they just stand there, looking at each other.
Louis can finally see Harry's face up close for the first time, under the light of the streetlamp. His drunk eyes shamelessly examine every inch of the face in front of him. Harry is gorgeous. Louis expected nothing less.
"How are you not freezing?" Louis doesn't even try to control what he is saying anymore. He is too wasted for that. Harry's jawline is sharp, and his lips are blushed pink. They are shaped perfectly too. The soft curve of Harry's lips is very kissable...
"I am always hot." Harry's eyebrows jumped up for a split second, and his lips melted into a small but wickedly attractive smile. His eyes are greener than the color green itself. They are, like when you jump into the ocean from a cliff, and all you can see around is the unending greenness that amazes you but also has the power to destroy you. Louis would give up so much to be destroyed by those eyes.
Louis giggles, covering his mouth with one hand.
"As I can see."
Under the light of the streetlamp, Harry's skin is honey-gold. Louis wonders if it tastes like honey too. He takes an unsteady step closer, and Harry doesn't move. Louis feels Harry's burning stare on his face, his lips. He looks at Harry's lips too. What would happen if he just leaned in a little and took a taste?
"Get your drunk ass into the car, Lou!"
Is Mai here already? Why so fast? Louis did not even hear the car pull up. But the moment is ruined, so he steps back and tries to walk to the car. His knees are shaky, and his walk is so wobbly that he almost falls after taking just a few steps toward the car. Maybe it is because of all the vodka or maybe because of a certain pair of green eyes still drilling holes in his back.
The last thing Louis remembers is the feeling of a strong arm wrapping around his waist, carefully leading him to the car and the calming smell of mint.
