Clarity

After me and Harry had recompose ourselves, he slicked back and re-dyed his hair, while I washed the dye off my hands the best I could.
I still had a lingering boner from our heated kiss, a kiss that I craved more of but like Harry I needed to contain myself. He was just so addictive though! It seemed as the day went on I craved more of him, and he was good at satisfying that crave.
As soon as I had assured my mirror that nothing looked different about my appearance, I departed from the bathroom to go find Shailene and the rest of them but Harry stopped me.
"Hey baby, make sure your around the downstairs vicinity by 11:58, we're going to play a game." Harry says, keeping his grip firm on my arm, and I nodded. "We as in Louis and Harry? Or we as in everyone?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Depends on if you volunteer or not." He responded, kissing my head then vanishing down the stairs as Hot by Avril Lavigne began to blare from the speakers. For a moment I lingered there, unsure why I did, then I decided to go find my friends.
The task only took a few minutes this time around, because everyone was gathered at the concession table, and by everyone I meant Marcus and Shailene.
"There you are! Bloody liar. Said you'd be here in fifteen, it's been ten." Shailene huffed, punching my shoulder, and I gave her a lazy smile. "Want me to go disappear for five more minutes?" I asked, being quite serious actually.
"No." Her and Marcus said quickly in union, then they laughed. "No, lets just go dance. I like this song." Shailene said, and with that we disappeared back onto the dance floor once more.
At this point the house was packed, someone around every corner, but it looked awesome! Everyone that had showed up took the liberty to dress up in pretty fablous costumes, and the Halloween decorations that Harry had put up looked fantastic.
If there was one thing I could nominate Harry for, it was the fact he knew how to throw a Halloween party.
For the next hour or so I didn't see Harry at all, which made my stomach clench with jealousy because I was pretty sure he was with quiffy. That was a thought though that soon got consumed in deafening music, and the rhythm of swaying bodies around mine.
I'd be lying if I said that no one asked me to dance, because alot of people of both genders did. Of course though I politely said no, and stuck like glue to Shailene and Marcus. Marcus had also taken the time to deck himself out that night, though I wasn't sure if he had been planning on dancing.
Marcus had dressed up as one of the Pevensies from Narnia, wearing an almost exact replica of the king outfit Edmund wore. Actually come to think of it, he looked alot like him.
Then there was Shailene who put on black gloves, a leather jacket, leather pants, and called herself a biker. A look she pulled off with little to no effort.
Each song that came after the next was more exciting then the last, which led to me spending more time then I thought possible on the dance floor. I had danced so much my face was beat red, and I was gasping for a decent breath but this kind of living was fun.
"Marcus if your crown falls on me one more time so help me!" Shailene shouted, the three of us packed tightly together, and Marcus huffed. "What do you want me to do? Glue it to my head?" He asked, and I smirked.
"Why not? There are glue guns here I'm sure." Shailene said sarcastically.
Marcus then opened his mouth to fire back a counter-argument, but was interupted when the music stopped, and dimmed light were turned on in the heavily decorated house.
"Hello! Hello! Hellooooo!" Harry bellowed, climbing ontop of the table someone had dragged out here, and was shortly followed by quiffy who stuck close to his side, an action that made my throat close up.
I wasn't the jealous type, but just his looks alone were enough to make you hate life.
Oh and Harry was mine.
"Is everyone having a good time?" Quiffy called out, getting cheers in response, and they both grinned at each other. "Why did you turn off the music?" Marcus called out, and Harry's gaze shift over to us. A smirk on his face.
Thank goodness Marcus didn't regonize him.
"Because we're having a drinking contest!" Harry announced, and immediately I knew I'd have to join in because I could take shots. "Yeah, where we drink!" Quiffy informed, biting his lip.
"Yes, thank you for that." Harry said, giving him a playful shove before spreading his arms out. "Now who would dare challenge the Harry?" He asked, his voice unessicarily loud, and Quiffy shook his head.
"Not me Harry." He said, and Harry stuck his tongue out at him. "Boo you whore!" He shouted at him, and Quiffy scoffed before flipping him off and jumping off the table as the crowd laughed.
Now was the moment of debate, should I risk embarassing myself and challenge Harry again or shoulder I remain quiet?
"C'mon? Anyone?" He called out, and Marcus started to raise his hand but I smacked it. "Me! I'll challenge you Hairy." I shouted, earning a shove from Marcus, as Harry smirked. I knew what he was thinking there.
"Oh really? Well then please Louis, come up here." He said, gesturing for me to climb onto the table, and I nodded as I pushed through the crowd then with Harry's help I climbed up onto the table next to Harry.
"My challenger!" He announced, grabbing my wrist,and holding my arm up as everyone hooted and cheered. "Oh I'm going to make you look so bad." I teased, winking at Harry, and he raised an eyebrow.
"And I'm going to make you walk funny." He said softly, smacking my bum. "Just like old times eh?" I said, rubbing my bum, and Harry nodded as his eyes flickered down to my lips then back over to the crowd as Quiffy and some other lad appeared with two buckets of beer.
Buckets of beer that had oversized straws sticking out of them.
"I thought we were doing shots?" I said, looking at Harry, and he shook his head.
"No my dear Louis, we are doing beer." He said, pinching my cheek before jumping off the table, shortly followed by me. Once we were both secure on the ground Quiffy and the other lad placed the buckets on the table in front of us, one bucket for me, one for Harry.
Quiffy then climbed back up onto the table and stood inbetween us. "Okay! Here's your challenge, you have to drink as much of the beer as you can in one minute, and thirty seconds. Who ever drinks the most while win a prize!" He announced, pointing to Harry, then pointing to me.
"On your marks," I then rested my hands on the table as I rested my lips over the straw.
"Get set," Harry then mimick my action, looking me dead in the eye.
"Go!" Quiffy shouted, and I began to drink like the kracken was coming for me.
At first my body reacted violently to the burn, because I hadn't drunk any alcohal in awhile, but with in a few sips I managed to get rhythm going. Sip. Sip. Sip. Breath. Repeat. As I did so me and my competitive boyfriend managed not to break eye contact, a gesture that made my heart pound.
I mean wouldn't you feel a bit funny when your red eyed boyfriend was staring into your soul?
I could tell though that Harry's big mouth was slurping much more then I could, meaning I had to do something quick. In the background I could hear half the crowd chanting my name, and the other half chanting Harry's name.
I was already starting to feel light headed, my body not use to this amount of beverage, but I didn't stop. "One minute!" Zayn shouted, and I almost choked. It had already been thirty seconds? I had to do something now.
So I did what I thought would distract Harry the most.
I started to do a blow job intendo with my straw, peering straight into those devious eyes of his as I did so. At first Harry gave me a weird look, then once he realized what I was doing he had an almost immediate reaction, one that faded away quickly.
"Okay Tomlinson." He mouthed, pulling away from his straw, and then climbed onto the table before doing something I would never ever ever forget. It was unbelieveably unfair. Harry did a handstand on the table, A HANDSTAND, before continuing to sip on his drink like it was no big deal.
At that the crowd went crazy, everyone that had been rooting for me started to root for him.
"Twenty seconds!" Quiffy shouted, and everyone started counting down as I felt my stomach curl. Even though I knew I was on the verdge of throwing up, I forced myself to drink faster, as fast as I could, tearing my eyes away from Handstand Harry to prevent destraction, but the loud crowd wasn't helping so much.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" The crowd shouted, everyone going wild as Harry lowered himself down and bowed elegently. I was definatly getting him back for this one, especially if I lost.
"Okay, now to measure the buckets." Quiffy said, going over and looking over both carefully before gasping. "Of all things! I can't believe it folks! Harry has won! But Louis is a winner to." He announced, dragging me and Harry side by side so he could lift up our arms and everyone started to cheer as Harry grinned widely, but I wasn't there long because I felt my stomach reel.
Oh crap. Oh crap.
"Crap!" I shouted, not meaning to say it out loud as I pulled away from Quiffy, my head spinning, and I ran out of the living room fast before reeling over the sink in the kitchen and barfing a rediculious amount of vomit.
After emptying my stomach I shamefully cleaned up the sink before gathering water in my cupped hands and gulping it down. At least barfing everything up would prevent me from getting drunk. I guess I wasn't use to mass amounts of alcohal anymore.
Or I perhaps I never was.
Once I had cleaned myself up and freshened up my mouth with a brownie from the fridge, I went back out to find Shailene and Marcus.
When I had stepped back out the party was up and running again. Music shaking the window's, while half-drunks, sobers, and drunks trashed the dance floor. Relieved that no one was paying much attention to me anymore, I began to weave my way through the crowd, looking for Harry, Marcus, or Shailene.
Honestly I wish I had found anyone but Harry because he was with Quiffy again, and Quiffy was trying to pick him up bridal style but failing miserably.
At first I was going to ignore them, and walk away, but I saw that now would be a good time to interogate Harry about who Quiffy was and if I had permission to feed him to the front door.
"Hi Harry." I said, keeping a relaxed disposition when I approached them, and Harry grinned widely as Quiffy put him down. "Baby!" Harry slurred, stumbling the last two steps between us, and draped an arm around me as Quiffy raised an eyebrow.
"Hey." I said, folding my arms as I moved just a little closer to his side, not really caring if someone saw from school because it could easily be blown off as a friendly gesture. And Harry was also drunk so it would be easy to blow off any weird behavior.
"Heyyy!" He said, poking my cheek, and I batted his hand away with the shake of my head as I smiled at him. My attention then turned to Quiffy. "Who's that?" I asked, and he leaned heavily against me.
"Oh that? That's Zayniepooooo Milkyyy!" He announced, giggling before hicupping. I kinda like this drunk Harry. Zayniepoo Milky then rolled his eyes at Harry as he stuck out a perfect man hand, looking down at me, because there was a good three inches of height between us.
"In sober words, I'm Zayn Malik. Me and Harry are what you could call best friends." He chuckled, my jealousy instantly relaxing once I learned the title. "Louis Tomlinson." I said, offering a smile as I shook his hand and Harry gasped.
"Oh my gosh! There's this kid and he's so sexy and his name is Louis Tomlinson to!" Harry exclaimed, batting at the feather on my hat, while me and Zayn both laughed. "How long have you been friends?" I asked, and Zayn bit his lip.
"About a year. We were boyfriends for awhile, but then when he had to move to Doncaster we cut it off." He said, shrugging, and the jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks.
I knew there was something that screamed threat there! That thought really was eating me alive in an instant, because Zayn was so wow, and I was so oh.
I could understand why Harry had been with him.
"Oh that's to bad." I said, trying not to sound sarcastic, but it didn't come out to well. "Yeah." Zayn shrugged, then sighed. ''Well I'm going to go find some familiar faces, see you later." He said, waving before slinking off into the crowd.
"Shhh don't tell Louis." Harry slurred, pressing his finger to my lips, and I shoved him away as I plopped down on the couch, pulling off my hat so I could run a hand through my hair.
"Why didn't you tell Louis?" I grumbled when Harry sat down, and he gave me a cute grin with a shrug. "I thought he wouldn't want to know, I was afraid it'd bug him." He said, the words sounding a bit more sober as I sighed and lean against him.
"You were right." I said, looking up at him, and he pouted. "I'd get away from me if I were you. My boyfriend Louis will get mad at you, and my heart belongs to him." Harry stated, turning up his nose, and I scoffed as I sat up straight.
"I am Louis! You drunk." I huffed, and he cocked his head to the side curiously like a puppy. "My Louie?" He asked, crawling onto my lap like the cheeky arse he was, and I sighed dramatically as I wrapped my arms around him, getting caught up in the moment.
"Yes Harry, your Louis." I said, an amused smile appearing on my face, and he grinned widely before licking my cheek. "Oh my gosh! Louieeeee!" He exclaimed, and instantly I pushed him off as I wiped the spit off my cheek.
"Go away until your sober." I said. "Nah." He said in response, then stood up before waving his arms around like an ape as he started to do some drunk dance, and trust me when I said I was laughing hard enough to cut off my breath, but made no attempt to join in.
"Harry stop! You look like a fool." I said, and he stopped dancing immediately before sticking out his tongue. "Yes master!" He shouted, before making wiggy arms as he disappeared into the crowd. I wasn't getting paid eno-
My thoughts were then cut off when my wandering eye caught Carson, a sight that made my breath immediately hitch.
He was standing a little ways off, alcohal dripping off his hand from how hard he was gripping the red plastic cup. I could tell by the look he was giving me that he saw, and he was angry. Really angry.
For a moment we stared at each other, my stomach feeling like it was about to fall out of my butt, while his face grew darker.
Finally then the eye contact was broken when Harry reappeared, and grabbed me by my wrist.
"I want to dance!" He whined, trying to tug me to my feet, an action that diverted my attention to him, and away from Carson. "Oh. um." I started, daring to sneak one more glance at Carson but he had disappeared.
What was he even doing here in the first place? I hadn't seen him at all, let alone he knew Harry wanted to kick his arse? "Louis!" Harry whined again, tugging harder on my arm, and I shook my head before refocusing my attention on my drunk boyfriend.
"But what if people see?" I protested, but he merely laughed. "It's practically pitch black, and everyone is drunk. Pleaseeee Louis!" He begged, tugging me up to my feet, and I recluently nodded.
Harry then slipped his fingers through mine and tugged me into the crowd of swaying bodies, a goofy grin on his face. Once we were hidden in the body of Halloween goers, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me up against him.
"Did I happen to tell you that you look ravishing in that costume Mr. Tomlinson?" He asked, sounding a bit more sober as I shrugged. "You might've." I said, and he smiled. "So how much longer is this party going?" I asked.
It wasn't that I wanted the night to be over, oh no, it was just I could feel jet lag catching up to me.
"One. Why?" He asked, rocking our bodies together the best he could, no sexual movements, just sweet intendo's. "I'm starting to get a bit tired." I admit, a yawn surfacing at that given moment, and he frowned.
"But you said I could take you in the playroom tonight." He remined, tapping my nose with his index finger, our bodies pressed up against each other tightly. "Oh yeah. Well yeah. You can." I said, butterflies jerking in my stomach from the thought of it.
I was excited to go in the playroom, then again not so much.
Harry nodded, a smirk with fangs appearing on his face as he leaned down and kissed my ear. "Do you mind what I do to you? I know whips sound painful but it's all in your head." He said, his warm breath making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
"I guess. I don't care, I trust you." I said quickly, deciding to just go with it, and if worst came to worst I could tell him to stop. I could only hope though that he would. "Excellent." He said, pulling his mouth away from my ear, and sighing.
"I love you Louis." He said, our bodies still swaying way out of rhythm with the music. "I love you to Harry." I whispered, glancing around for Shailene and Marcus who appeared to be absent.
We both were then quiet, our bodies swaying softly together as grind circles formed around us, the activity not appealing to the both of us in the moment. Every now and then I would catch a drunk girl eyeing me, or guy, and I think Harry noticed to because he would give them a glare.
Harry's normal glares were quite intimidating, but add on a vampire look to it and it's enough to give a drunk heart failure. "I wish the whole world knew you were mine, and that I didn't have to hide it." Harry grumbled, wrapping both arms around me possessively.
His words made me feel guilty, but he needed to understand that no matter how much I loved him, I wasn't ready to come clean.
"Maybe someday, but right now I'm just not ready." I sigh, already feeling uneasy enough dancing with him in front of all these people, an uneasy feeling that made my body tense every now and then.
"Louis are you embarassed to be with me?" Harry asked, looking down at me with a dead serious face, and I shook my head quickly. "No! Not at all. I'm just afraid of admitting my sexuality to my loved one's. That's some scary stuff." I admit, and he nodded slowly.
"Okay boo." He sighed, then leaned down, the way he did when he was going to kiss me, but I stopped him. "Harry.." I warned, and he sighed. "Sorry." He mumbled, then pulled his body away from mine.
"Go dance with Shailene and Marcus a bit, I'm going to say bye to Zayn before he goes." He said, making the guilt intensify with in. I felt bad, but I just couldn't do it. It took eveything in me to tell Carson, and look how that turned out.
"I'm sorry Harry." I muttered, looking down and he nodded. ''I won't hold it against you." He assured, then offered a sweet smile before leaning down, "I love you." He whispered, and I made a heart prior to the both of us disappearing opposite ways into the crowd.
-Harry's P.O.V-
I felt bad.
I could see the guilt in Louis' eyes when he told me to stop, warned me with the mere whisper of my name not to kiss him. If it was up to me I would drag him onto the table that was still in the living room, and fuck him in front of everyone!
Sadly Louis didn't roll that way.
Though I have to admit, that made me have a sense of respect for him.
Right now though I just wanted to concentrate on saying fairwell to Zayn before he departed.
"Sorry." I muttered every now and then when I bumped into someone, my head a bit fuzzy which made my foot to floor cordination sloppy.
I wasn't as drunk now as I was a little while ago though, alcohal didn't work well on me. I'd have to drink more then half a bucket to get drunk for a solid hour. Yet I still could get a little drunk though, and most of the time a little was enough.
I did wish though that I had been sober when Zayn introduced himself to Louis. I didn't exactly want Louis to know about Mr. Malik yet. It was a topic I had been afraid to brush over, but now it was to late.
I could tell Louis was jealous of Zayn though, I saw that look he gave him. It was the look alot of people gave Zayn to be honest. Also there was the fact I hadn't told Zayn about Louis yet. I had been afraid to, because I knew it would hurt him.
"Hey Hazzybooo!" I heard him then shout, speaking of the devil, and I look to my left to see Zayn pulling on his coat near the front door. "Awww! Leaving so soon." I pouted, skipping over, and Zayn nodded.
"Sorry. I wish I could stay longer, but I have work tomorrow." He said, zipping up the leather coat, then held out his arms for a hug. One I gave him freely, and tightly. "Will you come again?'' I mumbled into his shoulder, it being just the right size to nuzzle into.
"Yes, I will." He chuckled, hugging me back tightly. "You better Zayn." I growled, playfully of course, then pulled back. "I will." He promised, then waved prior to opening the front door, the cold air blasting my exposed skin, and he disappeared once more.
"Bye." I sighed, feeling that old welt in my chest from missing him. We may not've been a couple anymore, but I did enjoy his company greatly. After Zayn had left, I decided to go find Louis because I wanted to talk more Shailene, to get to know Louis' best friend.
I liked Shailene immediately upon seeing her. She was an attractive girl, and had alot of spunk. She seemed like she didn't put up with shit, and I admired that in girls. Hopefully if she ever learned mine and Louis' secret she would have a postive reaction.
"Oops! Sorry!" An all to familiar voice called out, one that made my fist clench at my side once his shoulder had hit mine. "What the fucking hell are you doing here Carson?" I growled, looking up at him, and he held up his hands.
That scumbag.
"I was invited." He said. "Well your uninvited, get your ass out of my house or I'll shoot you." I warned, feeling an instant shock of anger and jealousy. He was the last person I wanted to see next to my dick wad father.
"Oh c'mon Mr. Styles." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and licking those lips. Those lips that touch my Louis' by force. Damn I wanted to rip it off his face. "Oh c'mon nothing." I said, sucking in a deep breath, and he sighed.
"I wanted to appoligize."
"What? You want to appoligize now for hurting Louis, and lying to me saying you didn't do it?! You hurt him, you hurt me. So pull any shit like that again and I will hurt you! Especially if you pay another person to touch him, I won't fucking hesitate!" I spat, flipping him off with both fingers as I gave him a red eyed glare, then stormed off.
If I stayed near that dirt bag any longer I was going to bash his head in the wall. I hated Carson so much for harming Louis I wanted to flip over my couch.
My couch that I sat down on once I grabbed a drink to numb my violent sense. When I sat down I scanned the room, and saw my precious Louis almost immediately. It was sorta hard not to with his radiant appearance.
As I sipped on my drink I watched him dance with Shailene, both of them awful at whatever they were doing, but seeing him smile made my demon's settle.
Louis then glanced over in my direction, and when he saw me he waved. All I did in response was give him a vampire grin, my fangs showing clearly.
He was mine in fifteen minutes, all mine.

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