Hello, Hello, No Goodbye

Chapter 6

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The club was packed when they walked in. It took them a while to locate the rest of the company, sitting far in the back, in a semi-private booth. The shots were already rolling in. Louis did not want to be completely wasted tonight- he knew there would be pictures and videos, so he decided to have a beer or two.

However, it seemed like Harry had a different plan in mind because he ordered three martinis right away.

"Care to dance, Lou?" He asked after he drained two of his drinks.

"No, just watching tonight" Louis took a sip of his beer.

"Oh well. Then hold on to this for me, pretty please," Harry threw a small card wallet right into Louis' hands. "If I lose this, then I will need to look for a sugar daddy for real." He was already giggly and loose.

"Niall, let's go, let's put on a good show for him." He grabbed Niall's hand and disappeared into the crowd. Rebecca and Laya followed shortly after.

Harry stepped into the sea of people, and right away, two girls wrapped their half-naked bodies around him.

Fucking harpies. Louis thought. But he couldn't stay irritated watching Harry dance.

The DJ was dropping a heavy beat, lights switching non-stop. Louis never saw anyone dance like that. He couldn't help but stare at the lanky figure in the black fitted suit pants and a sinfully unbuttoned shirt, jumping and spinning in the middle of the dancefloor like an utterly impossible mixture of rock-star and ballerina. Seeing Harry dancing like that was exciting Louis, making his heart flatter so fast that he had to calm down himself down mentally. Occasionally Harry would drop a short serious look at him, and then his heart would do a loopy loop in his chest, making Louis skip a breath or two.

He is definitely the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Louis thought.

Is this the muse I was looking for all my life?

Harry felt good. He loved the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and cologne and perfume all mixed around him. In the darkness and loudness of the club, he wasn't paying attention to whose hands were touching him and who he was touching. It just felt good to feel other bodies moving around him. Occasionally, someone's hot breath on his neck or cheek made him feel alive. With his half-open eyes, he could see Louis sitting right across him, lazily staring him down. He loved knowing that Louis was watching him and only him in this unending sea of hot bodies.

One of the girls dancing next to him wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down. Her lips landed on his chin. She was probably going for lips but was too drunk or high to get there. Harry giggled, lifting his eyes to see Louis' reaction. Louis looked away. Harry could see his jaw clench.

Oh, Lou doesn't like what he is seeing.

All of a sudden, Harry felt an adrenaline rush in his body.

Let me play a game with you, Lou.

He looked around. A tall blonde gay man with long hair pulled in a bun was watching him.

"Just what I need," Harry whispered to himself.

He checked the dude out. Not his type- the guy looked like he lives in the gym and snorts protein every five minutes, but he will do for the plan. Harry smiled at him, bit his lower lip, and then winked- killer combo. Then he turned back and started slowly swinging his hips from side to side, his hands sliding up and down his stomach. He knew Louis probably didn't see that, but the other guy saw it for sure. Can he get Louis jealous? Harry bit his lip, he felt like he was playing with fire, and he loved it. He closed his eyes and imagined Louis' face, those icy eyes, thin lips, and high cheekbones. So beautiful, so addicting...

Louis pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, his eyes not missing a single move of Harry's body. He felt hot blood rushing through his veins. Harry looked so seducing, slowly swinging his body from side to side. It was like he was dancing only for Louis.

Suddenly Harry felt two strong hands gripping his waist. Yes, the Mr. Walking Protein Bar got the message. Harry smirked. In his mind, he felt bad for using the guy, but oh well, it is what it is. Harry searched for Louis' eyes. He noted how Louis' whole posture changed suddenly. He wasn't lying in the chair relaxed anymore. Instead, he was sitting straight, his body stiff, untouched cigarette between his fingers. Louis was not looking at him anymore. His eyes were fixated right in front of him with an empty look. He was so obviously avoiding looking at Harry it was impossible to miss. His lips were thin, cheekbones more pronounced than ever.

Is he biting his cheek? Harry wondered, satisfied with the reaction he got.

Time to make this flame go higher, he decided.

He turned around and wrapped his arms around the Protein Boy's neck. Then, he allowed him to pull himself closer, hands slowly moving down Harry's waist.

So this is what jealousy feels like? Watching Harry dance with girls was somewhat entertaining, but this... This is a different story. This makes Louis feel weird. Angry? Sad? Like punching a wall?

He quickly looked up -Harry was wrapped around the douchebag's neck now and laughing.

Since when do you laugh at Shrek's jokes, Harry?

Louis felt blood boiling in his body. He pulled out his phone. There was nothing to check. He just didn't want to look at the huge ugly hands grabbing Harry's ass.

He finished his can of beer at one go. Maybe he should order something stronger? This night is turning out to be pretty shitty anyway. He looked at the dance floor again. Harry and the monster weren't there anymore. Louis scanned the crowd again. They were gone. Louis stood up and looked at all the tables.

Where the heck is he?

Louis could feel the anger growing inside of him, consuming all other emotions and feelings. He looked down- a cigarette broke in his tightly clenched fist. He needs to calm down. Like right now.

Harry is probably just in the restroom.

With Shrek.

Fucking.

Harry and that slutskin are probably fucking in the restroom!

Louis slams his beer can on the table. It falls with a loud slap.

Louis feels like vomiting.

He feels like punching someone.

Well, not just anyone. Punching that ugly dickface would calm him down for sure.

But it is not an option. So Louis whispers, "Fucking fuck", as he throws some cash on the table and leaves.

Laya and Rebecca are observing him with wide eyes.

"You okay?" He can't hear Rebecca, but he reads her lips.

"I need to smoke," he tells her, quickly walking toward the exit.

He doesn't see Laya pulling out her phone and texting Harry, "Go get your boyfriend outside before he hurts someone. You little shit!".