"C'mon, mate," Harry insists.
"Oh shup up! Don't call me 'mate', you twat!" Louis shouts and frowns deeply.
Harry tries his best not to laugh, but there's something about Louis when he's drunk; he always gets so grumpy and pouty.
"How do I call you then?" Harry asks and then bites his lower lip, trying to hide his amusement. He struggles holding Louis who would totally fall on his ass if it wasn't for him.
Louis looks at him; he stares at Harry's lips.
"Baby," he says in a sigh and throws his arms around Harry's neck, "call me baby, like when we fuck."