Louis findles with his keys to the hotel room, and he has trouble keeping his hands from shaking. He knew he had too much too drink, now finally feeling the nausa building up inside him from all the vodka and "sex on the beach's". The ear-splitting clubmusic with its "ompa ompa" is still ringing in his ears, and he can't keep his brain from constantly repeating one stupid line from that Katy Perry song. He wished he atleast knew the whole song. And the room could stop spinning as well.
"dem stupid keyz, wont iven fit in the door", he mummered angrily to himself and decided to wake up Harry by slamming on the door with all his force. "Haaaaz! Harry iz me, open up babe!"
It took quite a long time for someone to finally open the door. But when Harry's curly head appeared, Louis found himself smiling stupidly at his best friend and almost jumped on Harry giving him a great bear hug because he was just THAT glad to see him.
"You're drunk" Harry said looking straight at Louis and trying to avoid the hug by twisting his body away, pushing his arms with all that was left of his strenght. "And 2 hours late" his voice steadier, now finally free from Louis grip.
"Haaz don be upset! Dem boys wanta take bodyshots of mi, and I jus codntl say noo to tat! Sorry'm late, shud a called" Louis speech was incoherent, but Harry still understood every word that slipped out of his drunken lips. And words once again hit him like a hard slap across his face. Louis didn't care about Harry at all. Even after telling him he needed him, fucking needed him more than anything. Nobody cared about him, why would they? He had layed curled up in his and Louis bed for two hours, hiding under the blankets not making a sound, trying hard not to fall asleep. Because then the nightmares would haunt him.
"Doesn't matter, I'm going to bed" Harry made himself look a different direction, as he was feeling the familiar tears starting to burn in the corner of his eyes. He was geniuenly surprised he had more tears left to cry.
"Babee u kay?" Louis could feel that something was wrong this time, something was just off. Even under the influence of alcohol and god knows what, he could sense the tension between the two. But he didn't understand then.
Harry still looked away and without answering Louis he slowly made his way back to the bed and slumped onto it. "Harry don egnore mi babe.." Louis followed with a less steady walk and dropped himself onto the bed next to Harry.
He had forgotten why I called; Harry abruptly put two pieces together.
"W-well, I wanted to talk to you Lou, but not when you're in this state" he managed to whisper as they lay so close together, their nosetips almost touched.
"Fiine, we can do talkin tomorroh" Louis put his arm on Harry's hips and leant it to whisper him in the ear "u kno wut I like beta tan talkin babe.." Harry froze. No, was the only word he could make himself think of.
"No Louis, I'm not in the mood.." couldn't he see how bloodshot his eyes were, how horribly he just needed Louis to hug him and tell him everything would be okay? Now Louis had moved closer and kissed Harry sloppily on his neck and down his collarbone.
"Ur always in tha mood!" Louis stated and tried to unzip Harry's one-piece "and why u even wering dis ting?" but Harry was fast to stop him from going any further, by taking a hold of Louis arm.
"I-I said no Lou" Harry tried to control his voice, but quite honestly he was afraid. He knew he could't trust anyone anymore. He tried to get out of bed, but Louis had different plans. "Babee it'll feel soooo –" Louis stopped speaking and posisioned himself on top of Harry, one knee on each side of him, pressing their lips together hard. "Good" he finished his sentence and took a grip on Harry's arms and held them above his head in a tight grip, sucking on his collarbone.
He hadn't heard how Harry winced underneath the pressure of his body, how he was pressing on every bruise, cut, open soar that the one-piece covered. How he now openly cried, loud sobs making his whole body tremble. How he tried to free himself from Louis strong grip, not having a chance against his much stronger lover.