CHAPTER 4

Harry and Ed walked into a large flat filled to the brim with people. They went straight to the large bar that was in front of the kitchen. When Harry walked up, he had an obvious look of disgust on his face at the sight of Louis Tomlinson serving everyone alcohol. Ed's face was one of excitement and could barely ask for a beer when Louis politely asked what he wanted. At the sight of Harry, Louis growled, his nose and entire face wrinkling in disgust.

"What are you doing here Eskimo?"

"Same as you Ruffian, here to have a good time and get laid," Harry snapped, giving him a snarky smile.

"Someone's been reading the dictionary."

"Just give me your strongest liquor, I have a feeling I'll be laying someone unpleasant tonight," Harry murmured looking around at the crowd.

"Good luck with that, everyone knows you're off limits."

"But you've never had an issue with boundaries have you Tomlinson," Harry replied snidely.

"No, I guess I haven't. But you haven't either," Louis murmured, placing eight shots down. "Four for you, and four for me." And he took a shot, waiting for Harry to take one, before taking another one.

Harry and Louis went on like this, finishing their shots together as they glared at each other with too much obvious distaste. After a few moments of just glaring Harry turned away and began walking towards the first girl he saw, who was actually a male, but Harry was not able to see properly in the dimmed light under the influence.

"Harry! Love! I want to thank you!" A loud feminine voice cried out pulling Harry down into a tight hug.

"For what?" Harry asked looking at the bushy haired brunette whom he recognized at Eleanor Clader, a girl he had met modeling in the window in the store he had been shopping in. The girl that was currently dating his enemy Louis Tomlinson.

"For having Louis introduce himself to me! If we hadn't met, and you hadn't suggested it! We wouldn't be in love!" The girl giggled happily.

Harry growled deeply and glared at the girl. "He's a bad influence love, you don't want to be dating him. He's probably cheated on you too many times to count," Harry grumbled and moved away from her.

"WHAT! LOUIS!" The girl screamed and stomped towards said male.

Harry cackled evilly and continued on his trek to the girl/boy he was planning on pinning down and taking without a second thought, but yet again he was pulled away, but it was by some one more pleasing.

"Harry, this is Zayn, he's a model! And of course you know Liam Payne! And this is Danielle , Liam's girlfriend," Ed said quickly, and Harry looked over them all.

Harry noticed something that angered him as well. He noticed how close Liam was to his girlfriend, the woman Liam had cheated on with Harry. He also noticed how Liam and Zayn had their fingers latched onto each other loosely, obviously Liam was cheating on Danielle with this Zayn character constantly. Harry began growling again, receiving small pets on his head from Ed. Harry stared down at the beer that had been placed into his hand and began chugging it down.

"Harold are you alright?"

"Yes Edward, just fine," Harry huffed finishing his drink.

"You never called me," Zayn said, his other hand gently touching Harry's s shoulder.

"I just met you, why would I call you, or would have called you?" Harry slurred, glaring at Zayn. Zayn's brown eyes widened, causing Liam to glare slightly at Zayn.

"Here, babes, let me refill your drinks," Zayn piped up, eager to get out of the tense atmosphere.

Liam stared after Zayn, a slightly darker atmosphere surrounded him, causing Danielle to pull away from the male, claiming that she was going to go to the bathroom. Liam's eyes then drifted to Harry, looking him up and down like a piece of meat that he so desperately wanted, but knew he was never going to have again.

Suddenly Harry was slapped across the face and he was staring at Ed instead of Liam, a bit shocked by the sudden forced movement. He turned slowly to look at the human that had slapped him, and sneered down at the too familiar brunette who was glaring up at him. Harry cocked an eyebrow for an explanation as to why the singer would slap him.

"You told my girlfriend I cheated on her."

"It's true."

"No it's not! And I'm not going to discuss this in front of all these people with cell phones, don't need to make our obvious distaste for each other more obvious for the fans," Louis grumbled, taking Harry's hand and dragged him up the metal stairs, down the hall into his room, which was sound proof.

"I'm too drunk to fight with you properly about whatever I had said to your girlfriend," Harry grumbled beginning to turn away, but was slammed up against the door, groaning out softly when his groin was massaged and his neck was attacked.

"I hate you so much," Louis growled, grabbing Harry by his shirt and turned him and tossed the surprisingly light boy on the bed and turned him around so that his ass was facing Louis.

"I feel quite the same about you, Tomlinson," Harry growled, his voice muffled by the blankets on the bed.

Louis tugged Harry's shoes and socks off before tearing his pants off, pleasantly surprised that Harry was completely bare underneath, obviously he had been looking for sex this night. Louis tugged his own shirt off, kicking his TOMs off, and tore his pants off, leaving himself in his boxer briefs. Harry quickly tugged his shirt off so that he was completely naked, pushing his ass out towards Louis as a command.

"No dumbass, you've got to beg for anything you want. Tonight I own you and your body, so you better fucking beg, or else you'll be left here naked and humiliated," Louis growled lowly into Harry's ear, his hands gripping Harry's ass, and massaged them teasingly.

"Tomlinson... Please... Finger me... Make me wet... Goddamnit, I just need you!" Harry growled back, pushing back into Louis' hands.

"As you wish Eskimo." Louis pulled a hand away and began sucking on his fingers harshly before pushing two into Harry smirking at how open Harry still was, assuming that Liam was the last person he had, had sex with.

"Damn, Liam left you wide, didn't he love?" Louis cooed.

"Niall... actually. Bigger than Liam," Harry panted, pushing back against Louis' fingers.

"Oh, the sound engineer's intern? He's pretty, not feisty enough for my tastes though," Louis growled and pulled his fingers out, spitting on his hand and began pumping himself to full hardness. Harry reached for his own length, but Louis slapped it away.

"No, you will come at my dick in your arse hole," Louis growled and pushed into Harry, groaning loudly and pushed himself all the way in. He waited for Harry to make a slightly pleasant sound before pulling out again, and thrusting back in, and began moving at such a pase.

"I fucking hate you Louis!" Harry yelled out loudly, instead of allowing moans to slip past his lips. Louis growled at the comment and began thrusting harder, angling his hips slightly so that he was ramming into Harry's prostate.

Louis' hands gripped Harry's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the tan flesh as he slammed into Harry harder, deep moans slipping past his own lips as Harry's became screams of pleasure the closer they reached to their climax. Both shook uncontrollably, their hips becoming erratic against each other, and their essence was spilled simultaneously from the same pleasure racing through their drunken bodies.

They both shook as the pleasure racked through them before collapsing in a tangled mess of limbs and organs and bodies, too tired and too drunk to even try to fix themselves. Louis' head was resting on Harry's chest, chuckling softly to himself, causing Harry to look down at him.

"What's so funny Tomlinson."

"Your four nipples."

"Shut up and go to sleep arse wipe," Harry grunted, shutting his eyes to let sleep capture him, something he hadn't done much of after sex.

Louis huffed out and shut his own eyes, relishing in the feel of Harry's large hand slowly moving up and down his back, arching into Harry's side as he slowly fell asleep as well. They didn't move throughout the night, even as the party went on and died without them. Ed giggled drunkenly when he found them curled up together, and opted for sleeping on the couch downstairs, since Harry was his ride home. Eleanor had left by the time Ed had decided to do this, going home with Danielle who had left Liam with Zayn in order to take care of the girl.

Louis woke with a loud groan, and buried his face deeper into the warm chest that was holding him tightly. It was something he had missed with dating Eleanor, and all the other women Louis had been with due to Harry's involvement with them. The lingering thought of Harry woke him up with another groan. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked down to the person he had been laying with, and threw himself out of the bed.

"What the fuck!" Louis screamed causing Harry to fly up out of the bed, falling to the other side.

"Oh god... not again... I hope he used a condom," Harry murmured.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Louis growled moving around the bed to the other side, staring down at the very fit Harry, who was slowly standing up and rubbing his ass.

Harry looked up, frowning up at Louis. "What was your dick doing up in my arse?" Harry murmured slowly standing up wincing.
Louis' eyes widened a bit, realizing that it indeed was not his ass that was hurting for once. "We didn't use a condom. I hope you're not one of the five percent that can get pregnant."

Harry grunted and moved away from Louis, picking up his clothes slowly, and dressed, shaking out his curls. "Even if I was, it's more likely that I have wednesday night's baby, then yours or Liams, or Thursday night's. We fucked more and better than I did with you," Harry huffed, tugging on his shirt, throwing the door open. "Ed get off your arse so we can go the fuck home," Harry growled, throwing the blanket off of the ginger.

"Oh! No good morning sex! I just.. Alright... Hope you guys used a condom," Ed said quickly and Harry growled a bit more.

"I do not want to see your Ginger ass and your White ass here ever again alright! No matter if there is a party here or not! I cannot belive you fucking put your arse on my dick, sleaze bag," Louis called out on his balcony over the living room.

"You put your dick in my ass without even a question, so fuck you Tomlinson! And learn some fucking manners and what the fuck is social correct. You socially incompetent ninny!" Harry yelled out slamming the door.

He and Ed quickly made their way to Harry's Range Rover, the only car from the party that was still left. They both got into the car, slamming the doors shut, and released a groan, all in unison, both hung over. Once they were on the road home Ed couldn't help, but chuckle to himself.

"What?" Harry growled.

"You said ninny."

"Yes... I did."

"Do we live in the fifties now?"

"Of course not you twat, but I had already used up all the language I knew before I left his room, so I was reverting back to roots Ed," Harry said nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face.

"I swear though, you two are so fucking in love it's ridiculous."

"Don't."

"What?"

"There is no fucking way I am in love with that fucking prick."

"He is with you. He practically takes away all your relationships. And you know why?"

"No, and I don't want to know, but I have a strange feeling you're going to tell me."

"Because he's in love with you, and wants you to himself, but is too proud to admit it."

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say Ed."

"Did you wear a condom?"

"No we were too shitfaced to think about it."

"I wonder who the father's going to be."

"I'm not pregnant!"

"You had sex with four lads, you have more of a chance of having octuplets than not being pregnant."

"I. Am. Not. Pregnant."

"Not Yet."

"Fuck you."

"So..."

"What?"

"Zayn Malik."