Clarity

After our semi-depressing conversation on the jet, I had drifted off to sleep.
I'm not a hundred percent sure what lured me into a state of drowsiness, but I had intiution that Harry had something to do with it. I mean who wouldn't want to go to sleep when cuddled against something warm?
When the jet had landed in the Doncaster airport Harry didn't have the heart to wake me so he carried me into the car and held me in his lap the whole drive here. I didn't wake up though until he had attempted to carry me up the stairs of his house, and stumbled which nearly gave me a heart attack as I jerked awake.
Once we had both recovered from the surprise of him tripping, Harry informed me I had slept the whole ride home, and that Gemma would indeed attend the party while his mum took residence in one of his guest rooms that he would put off limit during the party so no one would bother her.
Now; half an hour later I was struggling to button the back of my Peter Pan costume in the mirror, to prideful to yell downstairs for help.
After Harry brought me into the room he had told me to get ready so he could make sure the decorations and food were finish, making sure to stress he'd be back in half an hour.
For twenty minutes out of that half hour I played on my phone, then rolled off his bed and pulled on my costume that he had left draped on the bed next to his vampire costume. The outfit I had chosen wasn't really a shocker, it was a green one piece that had a hat; which had a red feather.
It did look dashing on me I must admit.
"Okay! Just start the music, I'll be down in twenty!" I heard Harry call out from somewhere in the hall, and I fumbled a bit more agressively with the button to get it done so I wouldn't have to ask him to do it, but unfortunately my fingers weren't that talented for he had walked into the room a moment later.
"Here let me help you with that shit." Harry said, stepping into his oversized bathroom where I was sitting on the counter, in front of the mirror. "You don't have to I got it." I protested, and he rolled his eyes.
"Course you do honey." He said, then grabbed my hips prior to pulling me off the counter and spinning me around so he could clasp the bloody thing. "There. The costume looks great." He grinned, gesturing for me to give him a spin, and I rolled my eyes as I sastisfied him with one.
"Sexy." He said, stroking his chin as he nodded improval, then kissed my head. "I'm going to get ready now." He informed, walking over to the bed where he had left his stuff srewn along the bed sheets, and grabbed them before disappearing into the bathroom.
Scooting me out of course. Sighing, I walked over to the bed and plopped down as I adjusted my hat. Downstairs I could hear the never ending orcastra of the door bell ringing, and the pounding thrum of voices increase.
Both sounds that were soon drowned out by the penatrating thrum of music pouring from the speakers in Harry's living room. I could hear Harry moving around in the bathroom, occasionally grunting in frustration when he dropped something.
Finally after a good fifteen minutes of me debating whther I should just go to the party or not, the click of the bathroom door unlocking filled the air, and I sat up.
"Presenting Dracula Styles!" Harry suddenly thick accented voice boomed, and he threw the door open before revealing himself in the hottest state I've ever seen.
His normal messy hair was slicked back and spray dyed black; he had some how managed to get contact lenses under my nose that made his eyes appear red; he had a brilliant pair of fangs sticking out of his upper lip; white face paint coated his exposed skin; and was decked out in a fablous dracula costume with white gloves that looked shockingly attractive on him.
"Wow! You look hot!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet as he gave me the perfect vampire smirk, a look that made chills crawl down my spine.
"Well Peter Pan later you can meet Magic Harry and see how you like that costume." He growled, the smirk growing wider as he grabbed my hips and pulled me up against him.
"Well maybe I want vampire Harry to bite me first." I shrugged, the cheeky words slipping out before I had a chance to think.
"Oh?" He said, raising an eyebrow as he bent his head down and pressed his lips to my neck. "Oh?" I said in response, grabbing his biceps as he grazed the fake fangs over my skin. Gosh darn it this boy.
"You Mr. Tomlinson would be a tasty treat." He chuckled, nipping at my skin, then kissing up the side of my neck prior to pecking my lips. "But sadly we'll have to save that for another time." He sighed, smacking my bum,which made me yelp, and he pushed me towards the door.
"Go out ahead of me, and if you find Shailene bring her to me. I want to meet her, but you can introduce me as a friend." He said, opening his door, and I nodded giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as I slipped out into the hallway.
Sometimes I couldn't fathom an emotion proper enough for what that boy did to me.
For the first few minutes of being at the party, I just weaved my way around, looking for a familiar face. Finally my brief search was blessed with an end when I crossed path's on the stairs with Shailene who was all decked out like a female biker.
"Hey blondie!" I called, and her eyes drifted over to me before a smile slipped on her face. "Louis Pan! Where have you been?" She called back, pushing passed a few people going in opposite directions so she could give me a hug.
"I've been up in Cheschire with my friend, remember?" I remined, pulling out of the hug a moment later, and she smiled. "Oh yeah! Was it fun?" She asked, and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Very, we had a nice time." I informed, the both of us begining to move to the wall of the stairs so we wouldn't get trampled, but Harry magically appeared like some sort of lepracaun, and grabbed my arm.
"There's drinks downstairs by the way." He said, giving me a vampire grin before glancing over at Shailene and giving me a knowing smile as he delivered her a wink then vanished into the crowd, that was now appearing on the stairs.
"Who was that? He's hot." She said, glancing after him, and I felt the tiniest temptation to say he was mine but I didn't. "That's my friend Harry, he's the one I went to Cheschire with." I informed, and she nodded as she held out a hand for me so we wouldn't get separated.
"C'mon, I wanna go dance." She urdged, and I made no protest as I slipped my hand into hers.
-Harry's P.O.V-
Louis looked hot as Peter Pan, and normally when Louis got hot I was pelted with dirty thoughts that I could only hope would come true in the playroom tonight.
As promised by the Tomlinson himself.
Honestly if I had the option I'd take him into the playroom right now and get my pretty little way with him. When I had seen him for the first time in his Peter Pan costume I wanted to put my hands on him in inappropiate ways.
Then when I had passed him on the stairs the temptation had grown. He looked so sexy tonight in that one piece, a one piece that showed of skin, I just couldn't stand it. Of course though I had to bite back any dirty thoughts for his friend Shailene was present.
How I knew it was her? She fit the description I had created in my mind almost perfectly!
And Louis had shown me a picture of her.
Downstairs was nearly packed to the limit, which caused me to get paused in my persuit to no where so someone could ask me a question; say hello; or compliment my costume. A selection I was proud of.
Finally after wondering a bit I found a group of people I knew from collage so settled into a friendly conversation with them, hoping to extinguish my ache for Louis who was probably off with Shailene and friends right now.
My collage friends though weren't nessicarily interested in the same topics I was so my thoughts did start drifting back to Louis, and that ass of his. Damn I loved it. Louis had a perfect body, every inch curved in the right place, and skin like satin to the touch.
I felt like I was touching an angel everytime I laid my hands on my precious boy. "Hey Harry!" I then heard an all to familiar voice call out, and my heart immediately began pounding along with my racing pulse, as I stepped out of my group and saw much to my delight someone I had been eager to see.
Zayn.
A very very good friend of mine.
"Zayniepoo!" I practically screeched, not caring if I sounded like a teenage girl, and he gave me that perfect Bradford grin as we both bounded over to each other and I hugged him tightly.
"Oh my fuck, I've missed you like hell!" I shouted over the music, tightening my grip as he laughed and hugged me back.
"I've missed you like hell to Hazzy bear! You look amazing tonight, I'm really loving the costume." He said, his voice muffled by my shoulder, and I grinned my dimple like grin as I pulled back and clamped my hands down on his shoulders.
"Look at you, you've hit puberty all over again old man!" I said, knowing he hated the term, and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm only twenty-five Harry. three years older then you." He said, tapping my cheek lightly with a grin, and I embraced him again.
"But still single." I pointed out, inhaling his colonge as I pulled back once more. "Well we all aren't as good look as da Harry now are we?" He chuckled, and I smirked pridefully at the comment, because hell yeah I was fine as fuck.
"No not at all." I said, even though Zayn would slay me in a beauty pagent because he was a handsome man. He then sighed, folding his arms as he looked me over with those dark eyes of his.
"How's your girlfriend?" He asked, and I shook my head. "We've been done a long time." "No surprise there." He said, and I couldn't blame him.
When Zayn met her last he wasn't very fond of her because of personal reasons, and she secretly crawled out of the depths of hell as most hoe bags do.
"Yeah, she was a slut." I say, shivering at the memory of finding out that yet another partner had been unfaithful to me. Zayn then gave me a light shove. "Don't make the cry baby face." He warned, and I laughed as I shoved him back which led us to rough house in the most shamless matter.
After he had distraut my costume, and I messed up his hair we broke apart, both smiling, and my eyes fell on Louis who staring at us with those doe eyes of his as Shailene waved her hands in front of his face.
"Hey, c'mon. I want to go meet someone real quick.." I said, fading off at the end as I decided to go lure Louis away some how because the way he was looking at me made me want to fuck him senseless.
-Louis' P.O.V-
For the next half hour or so me and Shailene hooked up with Marcus and a few other of our collage friends then proceeded to rock the dance floor with our drinks.
Once we all had enough of the other's company (and dancing), I had decided to go wander around looking for Harry with Shailene bouncing behind me like a puppy as she jabbered away, oblivious to the guys turning her way.
It did take us a moment though to spot my "friend" though because Harry's house was packed, and only certain spaces had room to wave your arms around. Eventually we did find him though, and I honestly became immediately jealous once I saw him.
When me and Shailene had spotted him a little ways off he was embracing a smaller boy tightly, like the way couples do in some kind of Nicholas Sparks novel. When Harry pulled back to clamp his over-sized, white gloved hands, over the lads shoulders I got a good look.
He was definately taller then me, and by a long shot in better shape. His bare arms were littered with tattoo's, and I could just make out a black stud in his ear. He had dark brown eyes, and to top it all off a giant black quiff with a blonde streak resting on his head.
Neither had noticed me standing there and staring for they both were engaged in conversation about who know's what.
I wasn't sure what sparked the jealousy, but there was something about the boy that immediately screamed 'THREAT' to me.
"Oh Louis!" Shailene cooed, waving her hand in my face. "Are you going to just stare or introduce me?" She asked, pinching my nose, and I snapped back to reality as I batted her hands away.
"Of course, I was just making sure it was him." I say, quickly excusing my unbreakable stare at them, and I walked over with Shailene in tow, just as quiffy pinched my boyfriends bum.
Ah hell no!
"Hey Louis! Having fun?" Harry then called out, his line of sight falling over to me shortly after, a smirk on his face as he bounded over, and snuck a pinch to my bum before drapping an arm over Shailene's shoulders as I nodded and he turned to her.
"Now who's the pretty little biker?" He asked, giving her a warm smile as quiffy crossed his arms. "I'm Shailene." She giggled, and Harry's smile grew.
"Well Miss Shailene, I have heard alot about you." He said, grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss as quiffy walked over with his lip inbetween his teeth."From who?" She asked, and I jumped in. "Shailene this is Harry, Harry Shailene." I said quickly, and Harry shook her hand.
"Pleasure meeting you." He said, and she nodded in agreement. "How are you and Louis friends? I haven't met you before?" She asked, the question immediately making me nervous because what if Harry slipped up?
"We are in the same class at school, he's a delight to be with." Harry stated, glancing back at me and winking before turning his back to me so he could give his full attention to Shay. "Oh that's cool, not the worst I've heard." She teased, and I moved to Harry's side.
"I'm not surprised, he's a handful." Harry stated, ruffling my hair then leaning down before whispering in my ear, "Bathroom, near the top of the stairs." Then gave me the look as he pulled back.
The look that meant either I was in trouble or he was going to lock me in the playroom.
Shailene raised an eyebrow but made no comment on it. "He is." She said, reaching foreward to ruffle my hair as well but I shoved her hands away as Harry cleared his throat.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, Louis could you see about finding..ermm..Ken! I wanted to ask him something." Harry said, winking at me before pulling away from us and melting into the crowd. "He was nice." Shailene informed.
"Yeah, he is." I sighed, then tapped her cheek. "Go round up the group, I need to go find this Ken figure." I informed. "But-" She pouted, and I covered her mouth. "I'll meet you at the concession's in five." I promised, tapping her cheek again before disappearing into the crowd. I was careful to avoid the drunks, people I knew, and just the people in the general.
Eventually I had made it through the crowd, and up the stairs. By the time I had gotten to the top I was panting from how warm the house was, and the disgusting smell of alcohal.
"Harry?" I called, my voice a bit quiet as I knocked on the bathroom door, and less then a moment later it popped open and Harry grabbed my wrist so he could pull me in. "Took you long enough." He said, shutting the bathroom door and pushing me up against it.
"Harry." I warned, fearful that someone was going to knock. "Just one kiss baby, I can't handle it." He said, resting his hands above my head, those red eyes staring into my blue one's and I felt the smallest of smiles appear on my face.
"Alright, one." I said, and he smirked. "Thank you." He whispered and pulled my body up against his as he pressed his lips to mine in the hardest way he could, completely knocking the breath out of me as I carelessy grabbed his hair so I could fist it.
For a few moments all we did was kiss, then Harry deepened it by forcing his tongue in my mouth, practically shoving it down my throat as I moaned. I could feel his fangs every so often brushing over the skin above or below my lips, Harry assuradly being careful not to accidently hurt me with them.
"Fuck I want to fuck you," He growled inbetween our clasped lips, slipping his hands under my thighs and shoving me up the bathroom door prior to me wrapping my legs around his waist so I could grind on him, The appearing pleasure making my legs shake.
"Tonight." I mumbled in response, the taste of his minty tongue present in my mouth, as I felt the paint on his face smear over mine, and I'm almost postive the dye in his hair had stained my hands a midnight black.
Finally though I was the one who recluently had to pull away because I was getting turned on like hell, and would any second now beg him to screw me on the bathroom counter. "Harry the party." I sighed into his mouth, and he nodded slowly.
"Oh yeah." He sighed as well, pulling his lips away, but taking his time in dragging his tongue out of my mouth before he licked his lips. "You taste good little Louis." He said, and I shook my head with a smile.
"I know I do, but you have a minty attire that's much more defined then my whatever." I said, the words tripping over each other, and he laughed.
"That made no sense my love, no sense at all."

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