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It started with a trip to Goodwill.
Harry was searching through the miles and miles of clothing racks when he stumbled across a faded white t-shirt that made him roll his eyes from the idea of anyone wearing it. As he picked up the fabric, he noticed a hole in the seam of the armpit. The aged fabric fraying slightly. The cartoon owl on the front with its two big eyes stares Harry down as if he had any secrets to spill. It reads HOOTERS in a huge font, and it screams BUY ME . The thought of how ironically hilarious it would be if he wore it made him laugh. Anyone who knows Harry knows that he’s a cheeky homosexual without a care in the world. With a chuckle and a shrug, he carts the very well-loved and almost vintage-looking shirt and goes about his day.
Quickly, the shirt became a running joke with Harry and his friends. Every time the curly-haired boy wore the shirt, they teased him to no end, and because Harry’s a people pleaser, he let them. He wore it out to parties and soon realized how big of a mistake that truly was. He guesses that wearing a shirt with a wide-eyed owl makes someone automatically look straight, and he’s had to reject women more than he likes to.
Weeks later, Harry is downing shots in his dorm room with a couple of his best friends, Alex, Niall, and Tom. They’re pregaming for their night out, specifically to celebrate his twenty-first birthday. The three friends had planned to take him to Hooters to fuck with him since he’s never been, considering Harry is not interested in having ladies flaunting themselves around him because he's a respectful gay . Since he’s a good sport he figured why not? It would be a fun memory for the group.
As the boys prepared themselves for the night out, Harry is wearing the infamous Hooters shirt with a pair of black skinnies, and to finish off the look, he decided to wear his white hightop converse. He made sure to do his hair before he got too buzzed, going for a messy look with his curls.
“Are you ready to see some of the nicest tits in the city?” Niall claps a hand on Harry’s back as he tries to switch the song on his phone playing over his Bluetooth speaker. He turns to Niall with a look and a knowing smile. His friend barks out a laugh and nudges his shoulder.
“I know I am!” Alex calls from his spot on the small bed, his voice loud in the small dorm as he ties his shoes, getting ready to head out. Harry finds a song, throws his phone back onto his desk, and downs the rest of his drink. The alcohol already making him feel lighter from all the shots before.
“You fucks are the only best friends in the world to take their gay friend to Hooters for his twenty-first.” The three laugh as Harry pouts only slightly. It’s a good thing he loves his friends and can take a joke.
It’s a bit of a hassle leaving campus as the RA is roaming through their dorms. The boys need to quickly pass by him without getting caught, but not everyone gets that lucky. As the group turns a corner, the RA catches them.
“Hey! Stop right there!” he has a hand held out like some road cop, “Where are you boys heading out at this hour? You know we have a curfew in place.” says the RA named Jack. Harry stands still, nerves spreading throughout his body. “Come on, Jack. It’s Harry’s 21st birthday. We’re just going to go take him out to dinner and come right back. There will be no drinking or smoking tonight. Scouts honour.” Niall lies as his response, saluting at the annoyed RA. It’s a sweet smile from Harry and nice pleas from Niall that allows them to go with a promise from Jack to keep his lips sealed since it is Harry’s birthday. Walking the short distance from Georgia State to the local Hooters, Harry is starting to relax from the encounter that happened with Jack. This short walk helped him sober up quite a bit. The night wind wisps around him as the boys hoot and holler into the busy streets of downtown Georgia.
Entering the dimly lit restaurant, Harry shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The wait for a table isn’t too long, surprisingly since it is almost nine on a Saturday night. The Hostess walks toward the boys standing at the entrance with a huge smile on her face. Harry’s eyes almost fall out of his head. He didn't realize they wore that as their uniforms.
“Evening boys, for four?” She asks, already picking up menus from the Host stand. They all nod dumbly, Harry for a completely different reason than the others. “Just this way!” She waves them inside, turning a heel and walking towards their table. Niall follows first, and practically hops onto the barstool, slapping his hands down onto the table loudly as she sets their menus out.
“Thank you,” Harry says as they are all seated, her smile doesn't falter as she rests her hands on her hips.
“Special occasion?” She asks over the loud music playing as they settle in, scanning over the drinks first.
“It’s my man's twenty-first today!” Alex wraps an arm around Harry's shoulders and squishes their cheeks together. The girl laughs as they all cheer together. “We’re not sure if this was the ideal place for him, but we thought since he’s never been…”
“Oh, why’s that? You seem like a fan.” The girl motions towards Harry’s shirt, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder with raised eyebrows.
“You see,” Tom pipes in, “he’s more into the… opposite of you.” Her smile grows even more expansive. “Now me on the other hand- Ow!”
“Shut up, this is about H, not you.” Niall retreats his hand from the back of Tom's head, the girl's laugh fills the area, and she has a new glint in her eyes Harry suddenly notices.
“Well, happy birthday then!” She sets a manicured hand on Harry’s shoulder making him grin as she continues, “Louis will be your waiter tonight, and he should be with you in a few!” She squeezes Harry’s shoulder with a white toothy grin, almost missing his mouth dropping and the sounds of his friends holler at her words.
“No way!” Alex cackles, shoving Harry’s shoulder, who runs a hand through his hair, confused because, when did boys work at Hooters?
“I can smell the testosterone from the other side of the bar,” A high but raspy voice interrupts the noise from his friends. “I’m Louis, I’ll be your server tonight.” The three shut up instantly when Harry whips his head over towards the voice and he’s met with a toothy grin. He is genuinely speechless at what he’s seeing. A boy, standing at their table, his elbow resting on their tabletop as he holds up his notepad and pink gel pen, his fingers gently fix his fringe that falls into his eyes as he speaks, “What can I get you, boys, to drink?”
Harry doesn’t speak up, too entranced by the waiter, continuing to check out the person in front of him. He’s wearing exactly what the servers are dressed in. In a tight, white cropped shirt, the neckline plunges to show off his sharp collar bones, which glimmer under the lights, and a scripted tattoo also displays there. Orange, almost highlighter orange short shorts stretched up onto his hips. The spandex-like material shows off his curves nicely, Harry can’t help but notice. His legs look tanned and delicious from the tights, making them look smooth, almost doll-like, and white socks, scrunched a little at his delicate ankles, paired with white, chunky Filas on his crossed feet as he leans over onto the tall table. Thankfully, Niall must have ordered a pitcher for the table to start and an appetizer platter because suddenly Louis is walking away. Harry’s eyes shamelessly fall onto his ass as he sways his hips towards the back to most likely put their order in.
“Earth to Harry…” Alex waves a hand in front of Harry’s face and makes the birthday boy snap it away.
“Fuck off,” Harry groans, sitting up straighter on his stool and eyeing the three others chuckle into their hands like school boys. “You’re all dicks, you know that?”
“Bro,” Tom pauses to wheeze a laugh out, “You didn’t even say a word! You went-” he stops to make a dumb face, and no, Harry did not look like that. “If you don't get his number by the end of the night I will.”
“It’s my birthday you have-” Harry’s interrupted suddenly by a loud gasp beside him.
“It’s your birthday?!”
“Yes!” The three traitors scream out, making the waiter widen his eyes comically and drop his mouth open. He carefully sets down the tray of glasses and pitcher of beer in front of them.
“Why didn’t you say so? Happy birthday!” Louis, Harry remembers his name then, reaches out a hand to rest onto Harry’s bicep and squeezes there lightly. The two lock eyes and Louis’ blue ones narrow, Harry notices mascara and gold eyeliner winged on his eyelids, “You look like a baby still,” Harry swears he caught a frown, “That reminds me, can I see ID?”
The group groans, digging out their wallets for ID, and of course, Harry hands his over proudly now that he is finally of age . “I’m twenty-one,” Harry says, trying to puff out his chest nonchalantly and he instantly regrets it when Louis’ eyes drop to his shirt.
“Cute,” Louis smiles, reaching up two fingers to pinch his left cheek and handing back their IDs. “So, are we ready to order?”
Harry tries not to pout because he’s grown. He’s got hair on his chest, a little stubble, and a credit card in his name. Trying not to let his pride get bruised, he orders after his friends, pouring himself a drink while he waits for his turn.
After they order, and their food comes twenty minutes later, they’re filling up on greasy food and beer because Louis keeps asking four drunk college boys if they want refills, and who are they to say no. So the more they drink, the louder they get, and the more cocky Harry becomes.
Harry catches on quickly as the night goes on, Louis flirting with him, or maybe it’s the alcohol speaking. He hopes it’s the first option because, at one point, he hands Louis his phone with the contact app open, asking if he could fill out a questionnaire. The waiter just bent over in laughter. When Harry’s sure he’s drunk his weight in beer and his friend’s words start slurring, he knows it's soon time to leave. When Louis walks back over to check on them, he has a permanent grin on his face, soft edges, and crinkles in his eyes as he watches the boy’s drunken behavior.
“You can’t quit already, the night is still young!” Louis lifts his hands and pouts. Harry feels like he’s squinting, and his smile is lazy, but he tries anyway for Louis. “I’m sure you could go for another round, huh?”
“Do you always talk like that?” Harry all but slurs.
“Excuse me?”
“You talk pretty,” Harry’s forehead creases in the middle, “I mean, like, you-”
“And before you finish that mess, I have to use the bathroom.” Niall slams his empty glass down on the tabletop, making a loud clunk as he begins to stand, “Alex, Tom, I think you should come with, yeah?”
“Huh? Why?” Tom asks with a confused look on his face as Alex matches it.
“We aren’t in a fuckin’ sorority Horan,” Alex scoffs and leans back into his chair, “you’re a grown man, go yourself.”
Harry snorts, trying to cover the noise with a cough when Niall grabs the two friends' shirts with aggression, “I think,” Niall nudges towards Louis and Harry, who are leaning a little too close together, “You. Should. Come.” He grits his teeth at each word. The realization settles over the two and Harry nods with wide eyes, because finally.
“Oh, Yeah! I gotta piss so bad, like waterfall piss- super bad!” Alex stumbles off his stool as Niall rolls his eyes dragging them away towards the bathrooms in the back.
When the air feels clearer and less suffocating without his friends at the table, he turns more towards Louis, who's laughing into his hand at his ridiculous friends. Harry doesn't blame him. “So,” Harry draws out because he can't form an actual sentence with Louis being so close and smelling like vanilla.
“So,” Louis hums, resting his chin on his palm, “did you know that birthday boys get cake?”
Harry smiles a toothy grin, the right side of his mouth curling up into a flash of deviance. “Are you gonna give it to me?” His eyes can’t help but travel down Louis’ body.
“My… cake?” Louis lightly laughs, pointing a finger to his chest, and leans up from his bent-over position on the table.
“Just a taste,” Harry wraps a hand around his almost empty glass of beer, “for the birthday boy?” He lifts it to take the last sip, downing the rest, and eyes Louis as he swallows.
“You’re hilarious,” Louis presses a warm hand to Harry’s chest and pushes lightly, and Harry almost points out the high blush on his cheeks.
“C’mon, It is my birthday.” He flashes one more smile, and he watches as Louis’ eyes follow his ringed hand, which rests on his own thigh, and Harry wants to see him squirm under him.
“Fine,” Louis rests a hand on his hip, popping it out slightly at his words, “I get off in thirty, meet me outside by the bus stop.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks back towards the bar most likely to get the bill. Suddenly, like a fire was lit under his ass, Harry digs out his phone from his jeans pocket and pulls up Niall's contact to text him.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥SPEND THE NIGHT W ALEX!!!! HOT WAITR COMING OVR!!!!!$$!)!!!!!!🔥🔥
Before closing the app, he quickly types out another message before forgetting.
also can u pls pay the bill <<33 dont forget its my bday love u :DDD tip louis well ok >:(
Thirty minutes seem to pass quickly when you’re standing alone by a bus stop tipsy and swiping aimlessly through TikTok. Harry doesn’t even notice Louis walking toward him when he feels someone squeeze his hip making him jump. “Jesus Christ,” Harry huffs out.
“Did I scare you?” Louis leans into his side, smiling up at him, and Harry notices a slight height difference and- that makes his dick hard. Maybe he is still drunk.
“No,” He tries to convince Louis who rolls his eyes, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands, probably out of habit, or maybe the chilly wind. He’s still in his work uniform. “Ready?”
“I don't know, am I?” He quirks a lip up at the taller boy, tilting his head and crossing his arms.
“Let’s find out,” Harry grabs Louis' hand, smirking as they start walking the short distance towards campus. He doesn't know how Louis ended up on his back, but it’s most likely because Louis had mentioned his feet hurting from his shift, and Harry is a people pleaser, as he’s said. But piggybacking someone drunk isn’t easy, especially when you’re gripping the softest parts of someone's thighs and being close enough to smell their perfume.
“How far is your apartment anyway?” Louis asks, leaning his head over Harry’s shoulder to try and see his face better. Harry hikes the boy up from sliding down a little on his back, making him bounce slightly.
“Oh, my dorm is just up here,” Harry removes one hand from Louis' leg to point to the campus ahead, which makes Louis’ body tense against him. Harry notices him sitting up straight on his back instead of leaning over.
“Dorm?” Louis asks, his voice an octave higher than normal, “Like, on campus?”
“Yeah…” Harry stops and lets Louis slide off his back when he turns to see a distraught look on the other boy's face. “Are you like banned from campus? I was just going to sneak you in any way-”
“More like, too old to be on campus.” Louis laughs, staring at the dumb look Harry’s giving him most likely.
“No way, what?” Harry wraps a hand around Louis’ hip and steadies himself more than the shorter boy. “How old are you? Like twenty-three?”
“Try twenty-six, babe.” Louis presses a hand onto Harry’s chest and rests his nimble fingers on his pec. Harry’s eyes must widen comically when Louis barks out a laugh which is cut off suddenly-
“Me-ow!” Harry drags the last syllable and pulls Louis close, so their bodies are pressed together, Louis’ laugh falters, and there's a slight pause.
“Did you just…meow at me?” An endearing smile fills Louis’ lips, showing his teeth as his brows furrowed in confusion. Harry hesitates before answering.
“Uh yeah,” Harry pauses again as he realizes what he had just done, “Like a cougar… You know, because you’re…” He sighs in defeat. “It was funnier in my head.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Louis pushes his chest backward to start walking again. Harry lets a dopey smile fill his face, reaching out to interlock their hands and quicken their steps towards Harry’s building.
Entering the dorm was easier than Harry expected. He swiped his student ID card, which allows access to his building. Louis stayed close to his side, giggling when Harry almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to his room. Thankfully the RA, who saw them, had turned around with a sigh and walked the opposite way.
When Harry pushed open his door, Louis pressed against it as he trailed open mouth kisses down the others neck, creating soft whines from his lips.
“It's been-” Louis almost whines as Harry continues attacking his neck, sucking hard bruises on his pulse point, “a long time since I was in one of those beds.” He finishes running cold fingers under Harry’s shirt as he eyes the two single beds in the opposite corners. One haphazardly made with a few dirty clothes scattered on it, that one, unfortunately, being his. Curse Niall for being the neat roommate.
“You let lots of boys have you in uni?” Harry smiles against his cheek as Louis pushes him towards the bed, the tipsy boy falls against it, leaning on his elbows, a smirk filling his red bitten lips. Louis rolls his eyes, throwing a leg around Harry's hips, instantly he wraps his large hands around the curved hips of the boy sitting in his lap, leaning up and sucking Louis’ lower lip into his mouth.
“You’re quite mouthy aren’t you?” Louis pulls away, pushing Harry's shoulders as he flops onto his back, hands going behind his head watching as Louis leans over him, a mischievous smile filling his face.
“Are you saying you want my mouth?”
“That's not what I was implying at all.”
“But, you're not opposed…” Harry raises an eyebrow, squeezing Louis' hip where his rings dig into the pillowy skin. “Besides, you did promise me a cake.”
Louis rolls his head back with a laugh, running his hands down Harry's clothed chest, and breathes out mostly to himself, “What did I get myself into?”
Harry grins as Louis leans back down to kiss Harry messily, their mouths sliding together easily. Harry needs to get him naked like now. It was like Louis could read his mind, he sits up and slowly pulls off his own Hooters shirt exposing his toned, smooth chest. There's a small pudge on his belly and Harry wants to kiss it. Louis reaches down, fiddling with the hem of Harry’s shirt until Harry gets an idea. Sitting up and pulling off his shirt, the thing that caused this moment to be happening right now.
God bless, Goodwill.
Louis’ hands instantly cover his chest, feeling the hard pecs and scratching his nails down his stomach towards the trail of hair that leads to his waistband.
“You’re so sexy,” Harry says just above a whisper, wrapping his arms around the curve of Louis’ waist, pulling his chest towards his mouth, and littering open-mouthed kisses over his pink nipples. Hands immediately fly to his curls, twisting and pulling as small whines fill the room.
“Is this how you pictured your twenty-first birthday to pan out?” Louis, whimpers as Harry continues to mouth at his collar bones, tugging his head back so that Harry’s bloodshot eyes meet his.
“Even better than what I pictured,” He smiles dopily with his response making Louis giggle, pushing him back down onto his back. The next thing Louis does almost makes Harry cream his pants right then and there. Like he’s back in middle school. The older of the two lifts Harry’s right hand, sticking out his tongue and sucking Harry’s ring finger in his warm mouth, all the way down to the gold ring sitting on his digit. “Fuck.”
Louis keeps eye contact with him as he sucks on his finger, pulling back with hollowed cheeks as he grinds down onto Harry's hard cock. When Louis gets a second finger in, his tongue is flat before he deepthroats his fingers, making Harry moan pitifully because why is that so hot ?
“Sit on my face,” Harry blurts, eyes glossy and wide.
Louis paused, Harry’s fingers still in his plush mouth, spit now dripping down his chin. He pulled the digits out slowly, Harry’s face unchanged except for the slight flush of his cheeks. “What?” he replied with a light laugh.
“C’mon, I want to eat you out,” Harry bucks his hips up, hard cock now pressed against Louis’ ass, still in those tight shorts. It causes the older boy to exhale shakily above him, “Yanno, crush my head with your thighs, smother me , ride my tongue-”
“I get it, I get it!” Louis giggles, covering Harry’s mouth with a soft hand. Harry moves his slightly damp hand towards Louis’ waistband, pulling it down the best he can before Louis sits up on his knees, and pulls them down the rest of the way. Not realizing the layers Louis had to wear from the tanned tights and the shorts. Even though Louis’ legs are still just as smooth and tanned underneath all of the fabric, his thighs spread around Harry’s hips better without being restricted. Tugging firmly on the back of Louis’ thighs, Harry admired his naked body for all of its glory. From his fringe and soft belly, down to his cock that he also wants to devour. But at this moment, all he wants is an ass in his face.
Louis’ legs cage Harry's head timidly as he hovers over him. Harry sinks into the bed more, his jeans rubbing on the comforter a little, but he manages the best he can. Louis bites his lower lip, ringing his fingers into Harry’s curls as he looks down at the younger boy. Spreading his legs, Harry sticks out his tongue as an ‘I'm ready, let's go’ looking up at him with excited eyes, Louis smiles down at him around his bitten lip. Lowering down slower than Harry would like onto his awaiting tongue, the boy underneath wastes no time diving in. Hands planted on both of Louis’ round cheeks, he pulls him down harder making Louis gasp above him. His fingers tightened in Harry’s hair at the contact, slick tongue on the puckered skin. He holds Louis in his mouth, moving his grip to the meaty thighs beside his ears as Louis melts into it.
“Oh— oh fuck ,” A whine escapes Louis’ throat, as Harry licks up into him. His nose buried into his skin, wet tongue tasting him. Louis slaps a hand on the wall above them when Harry sucks around his rim, making the boy above grind down. His head is thrown back in pleasure as the sounds of Harry's slick mouth and Louis’ moans mix together in the small room. Pulling Louis off his face for a second, he pants, not realizing how out of breath he was, “You taste so good.” he grits through his teeth, pulling Louis back down with a high-pitched whimper coming from above.
“You’re really, god, ” Louis cuts himself off with a moan and swivels his hips in earnest, “good at that.” He finishes his sentence with a throaty moan. Harry stretches his jaw, feeling the ache already but keeps going because he finds it much easier to forget himself during sex. Focusing on who he is with, the way they stir, the noises they make, and what makes them squirm.
“Keep going,” Louis whispers as Harry looks up, surprised to see Louis looking down at him, mouth gaped open in pleasure, watching Harry below him. He’s sure his brow is sweaty and creased, but he doesn't care. The fact that he’s making someone feel this good is making him so hard he's going to come untouched. Harry can feel Louis' thighs start to shake as they press harder against his ears. He throws his head back as Harry suckles around him, licking broadly around his wet hole. Egged on by the noises being pulled from Louis, almost coming in his pants when he feels a hand wrap around his clothed cock. Louis is reaching behind himself to palm over his tented jeans, the button on the verge of popping from how turned on he is.
“Harry, don’t stop , please don’t stop,” Louis whines, practically bouncing on his tongue, back arched as he rides his face. Harry wouldn't dream of it, especially when he unbuttons Harry's jeans with one hand, pulling out his dick and wrapping a slim hand around it. Harry moans under him, sending vibrations onto Louis' skin, causing Louis to wrap his hand around himself and tug on his cock.
“I’m going to come, fuck yeah ,” Louis says shakily, hands tightening in Harry's hair, pulling impossibly closer towards him as Harry smothers closer into him. His hips jerk upward into Louis’ hand as he pumps his cock, teasing the tip with his fingers, and- Harry’s going to come.
“Yeah baby, come on my face,” He pants looking up and locking eyes again, Louis' blue ones brimming with tears as he lets out these sweet whimpers, matching Harry's movements on his mouth and going harder. Harry’s jaw will feel it in my morning for sure.
“Right there,” Louis pauses, letting Harry continue to lick him, tanned thighs pressing around his ears, making them ring as he screams out. “ Oh my god, Harry, ” And Harry can tell he's coming as he tries pulling away, over-sensitive, but Harry grips harder to keep him on his tongue. The overstimulated boy shivers as he tightens his grip on Harry's red cock. He’s sure it looks pathetic, but he doesn't care because he just made someone come from his mouth.
“Okay, okay,” Louis says breathlessly, sitting up from Harry's mouth as he shuffles down Harry's body. Harry eyes his belly that's covered in sticky come. His cock softens as he straddles Harry's still-clothed thighs while his cock is pulled out enough to grab. Louis licks his palm quickly and starts pulling off Harry with skilled jerks. He looks up at him through his lashes and Harry throws his head back, abs clenching from the tightness in his belly. He can't help but buck his hips into Louis’ hand.
“Yeah , you wanna come?” Louis whispers, his voice high and still fucked out from just having an orgasm himself. Harry nods, looking down and biting his lip. He reaches a hand out to sit on the back of Louis’ head, pulling it down towards his cock, and Louis’ mouth envelopes the whole thing, keeping eye contact the entire time.
“Oh fuck yes ,” A pitiful whine leaves his own throat this time, and having the warm wet heat of Louis’ mouth wrapped around him when he was already on the verge of coming. He comes right down his throat instantly. Louis pulls up, breathing heavily and licking the dripping tip of his cock. He licks up the side, kissing it as he comes down from his orgasm, dick going soft. Louis comes forward and kisses him unexpectedly. Harry can taste himself on his tongue, he’s sure Louis is thinking the same thing.
When Louis pulls away, he takes his hand and wipes Harry's mouth from the spit that gathered there with a giggle, eyes crinkled as he grins.
“That was some good cake,” Harry says, breaking the silence, and Louis barks out a laugh, leaning his head back, and Harry notices a blooming mark on his neck. ‘I did that’ he thinks smugly.
“You’re something, birthday boy.” Louis shakes his head fondly, reaching for Harry's T-shirt, thrown at the end of the bed, and wiping his stomach clean with it. Harry gawks at him, mock hurt filling his face. “What? I’ll just get you a new one.” Louis shrugs, now throwing the shirt to the ground, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck this time and giving him a quick kiss.
“Fine,” Harry rolls his eyes playfully because he can’t stay mad at him after that.
“Are you just going to lay there, or are you going to get us cleaned up?” Louis flops down beside Harry, almost pushing the younger boy off the single bed with the least amount of room on the bed now. “My legs are jello, so I cannot move, unfortunately.” Louis shrugs cutely and curls up on his stomach, pulling a flat pillow under his cheek and looking over at him. Harry is surprised how comfortable he feels with a stranger, considering he rarely does one-night stands, and if he does, it’s with boys from campus he’s seen around. Louis automatically gives off radiating energy and a comforting personality, even when Harry is drunk off his ass. He’s sobered up quite a bit, and he’s not surprised that Louis is just as beautiful as when he saw him under the dimly lit lights at the restaurant.
“So unfortunate,” Harry teases with a smile as Louis glares at him, eyes heavy with sleep. Harry sits up on his hands, turns towards him, and grins down at him. He finally stands, pulling off his tight jeans, finding a pair of briefs on the floor, and pulls them on, hoping they’re clean.
When he emerges from his attached bathroom holding a wet cloth, he is thankful he and Niall paid the extra to have their own for the sole reasons of right now. He knees his way onto the bed, trying not to eye Louis’ ass as he is still laying on his stomach, the urge to bend down and bite is huge.
“I’m sticky. Hurry up.” Louis pouts, wiggling his hips a small amount making his cheeks move, and Harry could go again at this point.
“Alright, alright,” He chuckles as he wipes down Louis. He goes slowly and softly, making Louis hum pleased as Harry cleans him up, no questions asked.
By the time Harry lays down beside the boy, he’s sure Louis is passed out. Harry carefully pulls the comforter over Louis and himself, wrapping an arm around Louis’ waist as he turns, making small noises and huffs. “Cuddle me until I push you away because you’re already giving off too much body heat,” Louis mumbles, wrapping his arm around the one Harry has covering his torso. Louis holds it there and nuzzles it into the soft pillow.
“Sounds like a deal,” Harry yawns and interlocks their ankles underneath the sheets making Louis push back onto him with his bare bum.
“Night, birthday boy.”
“Night, Hooters boy.”
Louis jerks his head back and pinches his cheek, “Really? Is that the best you could come up with?”
“Ouch,” Harry pushes away the petite hand from his face, “Yes, my brain is mush, goodnight.”
“Uni boys,” Harry can feel Louis shake his head against his chin, the fondness dripping off his voice. Harry falls asleep with a smile on his face that night.
When Harry wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and three boys barging into his room, he wakes up panicked. The thought of them seeing Louis naked makes jealousy burn inside his chest, but when he realizes the bed is empty beside him and all that's left is a piece of paper on the pillow, he can't help but smirk at the words written for him.
Birthday boy,
Here's my number, ### ### ####. Text me, and maybe we can hang out when you’re not so drunk you meow at me. I’m still hurt that you called me a cougar. Thank god you're cute!
P.s How is your jaw? :)
Kisses,
Louis aka Hooters boy
Harry goes about his day with a raging hangover, a new number in his contacts under the name Hooters boy , and a date set up for the next day.
He makes sure to thank his insufferable friends for taking him to Hooters for his twenty-first birthday.