Harry stood at the crowded bar, scanning through the mass of sweating bodies in an attempt to find Louis. Finally, he looked towards the restrooms and spotted his friend shoving his way through a dance circle a group of extremely drunk girls had started.
"Jesus, this place is packed," Louis practically screamed over the loud techno music pumping through the speakers. Harry nodded slowly and handed the older boy a clear drink in a small glass.
Louis raised an eyebrow quizzically at Harry as he gingerly accepted the shot glass. "Vodka," Harry said, leaning closer rather than yelling. Louis nodded, a cheeky smile spreading across his face. He quickly raised the shot glass to his lips and tipped his head back, downing the shot. His face contorted and Harry chuckled as he followed Louis' lead, sipping his own glass dry. The pair slammed their glasses down on the bar, calling the bartender over for refills.
"You feeling alright?" Louis asked as a busty blonde bartender rushed over with the most expensive bottle of vodka.
Harry shrugged and smiled dryly at the woman as she handed him his shot. "I'm not sure. I mean, I'm not gonna pass out anymore, but I have no idea what I'm going to do about Zayn."
Louis smiled understandingly and guided Harry's glass towards his mouth. "Drink more, you'll feel better." Harry gave in and downed another shot, the liquid leaving a trace of warm as it slid down his throat and settled in his stomach.
After a few more shots, the pair began to feel rather intoxicated. Their slurred laughter and talking echoed through the emptying bar. Harry glanced at his watch, the numbers blurred slightly. It took a few moments, but he finally made out the time: 1:28 AM. "We should get leaving soon," Harry said sloppily. Louis nodded slowly and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. The older boy stumbled as he stood, catching his balance on the bar. Harry chuckled and shakily rose himself, wrapping an arm around Louis' neck for stability. The pair slowly made their way outside where Louis managed to flag down a taxi.
"Hyver Hill, please" Louis said to the taxi driver who nodded in response and began driving.
Harry scrunched his eyebrows, looking quizzically at Louis. "Why are we going to North London? I thought we were going home."
Louis smiled cheekily, swaying slightly when the car drove over bumps. "We'll go home soon. I think you should do something first."
Harry thought for a moment, his mind running slower with the alcohol pumping through his system. Suddenly, he remembered who lived in Hyver Hill. "No, no, no," he protested, shaking his head vehemently. "It is nearly 2:00 in the morning and I'm pissed drunk, there is no way we are going to see Zayn right now."
Louis stuck out his lower lip and leaned closer to Harry. "Oh come on, Haz. You've got to talk to him sometime."
"Yeah, but not at 2:00 AM."
Lou sighed and fell back in his seat. "Fine. If you don't wanna tell him you love him, I'll do it for you."
Harry's eyes widened and he punched his friend in the thigh, causing him to wince in pain. "Fuck you, Lou. That's like...um, fuck what's the word...bribery. Yeah."
Louis chuckled. "I think you mean blackmail."
Harry scowled."Okay fine, it's like blackmail. Still, you can't do that."
"Then I guess you'd better tell Zayn yourself." Harry stared at Louis for a few moments before sighing and placing his head in his hands. He nodded sheepishly and Louis clapped his hands together in excitement. "Fantastic. Just try not to act too drunk, alright?" Harry raised his hand and flicked up his middle finger, causing a short laugh from Louis.
The rest of the taxi ride was quiet. Louis drifted in and out of consciousness as Harry stared out the window, attempting to will himself into sobriety. The young boy sweat profusely as he imagined how Zayn would react to him pouring his heart out on his porch at 2 o'clock in the morning. The way he figured, it could go one of two ways; he would either be pulled inside and have his feelings reciprocated with some magnificent sex, or he would be punched in the stomach and left to cry on one of his best mate's doorstep. He truly hoped it would be the first option. Suddenly, the taxi stopped and Harry was pulled from his head and into reality. He turned to Louis and gently shook him to wake him up. He paid and thanked the driver and assisted a still wasted Louis in getting out of the car. Harry was feeling somewhat more level-headed than he had when they first left the bar. While he was still most definitely drunk, he felt as though he had more control over his actions and emotions. The pair slowly made their way to Zayn's house and stood a few feet away.
"Well?" Louis asked, gently nudging Harry in the shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Go confess your love, or whatever."
Harry nodded slowly and swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. His palms began to sweat as he approached the front door. When his face was inches away from the door, he shakily raised his hand and rang the doorbell. Harry heard faint laughter inside before the door opened, revealing a confused Zayn, wine glass in hand. "Harry?" he asked concerned. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out with Lou."
"Who's at the door?" a female voice shouted from inside Zayn's house.
Zayn turned slightly and yelled into the dining room. "It's a friend. I'll be back in a minute." He placed his glass of wine on a table in the entry way and stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him. "What's going on, Harry?"
Harry stood there, petrified for a moment. He had forgotten that the waitress Sam was coming over tonight. He'd forgotten that Zayn had invited her to his home and that they were probably going to have sex, if they hadn't already. He grabbed his stomach, suddenly feeling extremely nauseous. Harry turned quickly to leave but Zayn grabbed his arm, pulling him towards him. "Will you please tell me what's going on and why you showed up at my house so early in the morning? Do you need help? Has something happened?"
Harry shook his head, feeling unable to speak. After a few moments of silence he sighed and opened his mouth to talk. "It's nothing, I'm fine. I'll get going now." Harry's speach was much more slurred than he'd thought it would be, causing looks of confusion and slight anger to spread across Zayn's face.
"Are you drunk?" Zayn asked. Harry nodded slowly, his face growing warm. Zayn sighed. "Do you need me to take you home?"
Harry shook his head vehemently. "Lou and I can just get a cab."
"Wait, Louis' here too?" Zayn scanned his front yard and spotted Louis feet away, sitting on the ground with his knees to his face. He seemed to have fallen asleep. "Jesus, man. Why are you both here?"
"No reason. Well, there was a reason but it doesn't matter anymore. I'll just see you tomorrow at the show," Harry rambled on.
"You came to my house at 2:00 in the morning, it matters." Zayn sighed, stepping closer to Harry and gently draping an arm over his shoulder. Harry's heart fluttered. "Please, will you tell me what's happened?"
Harry smiled sheepishly, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "I can't, Zayn." Zayn opened his mouth to respond but Harry interupted by screaming, "No, I can't!" Tears were flowing freely from his eyes now and he shook slightly in Zayn's embrace. "I can't tell you because you're in there with some skank and it wouldn't make a difference. Fuck, just looking at you right now hurts me." Zayn stared at Harry in shock. He slowly removed his arm from Harry's shoulder and took a tenative step back. Harry sighed and wiped his face sloppily. "But I can't keep this a secret anymore or it will kill me. Zayn...I love you"
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End Notes: Oh dear lord, I am so sorry this took so damn long to publish. I had no idea where to go with this chapter and then school started and I was busy and tired and then I had writers block for everything and I know I suck, I'm sorry don't hate me.
So this chapter isn't as good as it could be...or should be....especially towards the end. But hey, I tried my best and I needed a way for my little cupcake to confess his love to Zayn. I know, I could have done it better, but hey, I didn't.
I promise I will start updtating somewhat regularly again (I won't forget, my friend will not stop bugging me about it for christ's sake). I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please, please, please comment or like or whatever! You're all the best! Muah!
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