Your Heart's Against My Chest (3/4)
Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 6,441 (total)
Summary: Liam and Zayn throw Louis a birthday/Christmas party before they leave Uni for winter break. Zayn invites his friend Niall and his roommate Harry along, and Lou and Harry hit it off.
A/N: Title from Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me." Based on this: "Imagine person A meeting person B at a christmas party for the first time, and after getting to know each other and saying goodbye they’re under the mistletoe."
This is a work of fiction and I do not own nor am I associated with One Direction or their affiliates.
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"STAN!" Louis calls. Stan continues chatting up Louis's friend Eleanor, oblivious to his friend. "Oi, you twat! Stanley!"
Stan casts an apologetic look at El before turning around to Louis. "What do you want, you bastard?"
"A beer," he giggles from his place on the couch where his feet at in Harry's lap, mirroring his earlier position. "Please."
"Get your own fucking beer," he says, beginning to turn back toward Eleanor. Harry starts giggling now and Louis places his hand over his mouth.
"Come on, Stanley. Please do me this favor? It's not even for me, it's for Harry here."
"Then why don't you get it yourself? Isn't that how you plan on charming your way into this nice boy's trousers?" he spits out. And the to Harry he adds, "No offense, mate."
"None taken."
Louis ignores them both. "I bet Harry I could get him another beer without stepping one foot on the floor. Come on, Stan, help me out." He take a pensive pause. He whispers, "Or I'll tell El all about the time you shit your pants while we were camping."
"Fuckin' A, Lou. What did you wager, anyway?" Stan is stalling because he's a lazy son of a bitch, but Louis's fairly certain he'll do him the favor, so he tells him.
"Well, if I win, Harry's got to carry me around the room as we dance to the next song. And if he wins... Wait, what do you get if you win?"
"A beer?" The boys burst into laughter again and Stan just shakes his head at them. Harry darts his hands out to tickle Lou's sides and keep his bubbly laughter going. Stan assumes that's his cue to go grab the beer, so he absconds while the boys duke it out.
Stan quickly walks to the fridge and grabs a Corona from the door. He makes his way back to the couch where the boys have shifted so their legs are tangled with one another and Louis is looking at Harry with a gaze so hot it looks like he might actually set him on fire. "Beer's here!" he interrupts before he actually has to interrupt something.
"Thank you, Stan," says Harry as he pops open the beer with the bottle open left on the end table.
Stan clears his throat. "No problem. Do you think I could, uh, have the couch now?" He nods to Eleanor who was now chatting with Danielle and Liam.
Louis understands and he's grateful, so he nods and begins untangling his legs. Plus, he's got a bet to settle. "Come on, Harry." He grabs his hand. "I believe you owe me a dance."
"That I do." Louis pulls him up by his hand. Once he's standing, Louis squeals.
"I love this song!" Power & Control by Marina and the Diamonds has started playing.
Harry nods. "Me too. I love Marina."
"Power and control, I'm gonna make you fall," Louis sings into Harry's ear.
He laughs. "I certainly hope not. Come on now." Louis nods and wraps his arms around Harry's neck. Harry grips his hands on the back on Louis's thighs, right beneath his bum, and hoists him so he's sitting on his hips. Louis pulls back and smiles. Harry returns it, walks them out onto the makeshift dance floor.
They stumble a bit at first due to Harry's slight drunkenness, but he quickly recovers thanks to the extra space in the living room. Most of the guests have already left, so the boys are free to sway around the room to the song.
The boys sing softly, harmonizing with one another:
Think you're funny, think you're smart,
Think you're gonna break my heart.
Think you're funny, think you're smart,
Yeah, you may be good looking,
But you're not a piece of art.
Harry adjusts the boy he's holding from where he's slid down, pulling him closer and crooning in his ear, "Women and men we are the same, but love will always be a game. We give and take a little more, eternal game of tug and war." Louis takes the next part of the song, moaning like a porn star, making Harry swallow hard as he watches him.
As the song comes to an end, Harry walks them into the wall, pressing Louis between it and his chest. He stares at Louis, eyes flicking from Louis's own to his mouth and back. He's holding his breath, waiting for Louis to move, but Louis is just as frozen in the moment.
Harry breaks eye contact and lets Louis slide back down to the floor. "Good dance, yeah?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Very. I'm not done with you, though." He looks up at Harry from under his lashes, smiling sweetly. A new song had already started playing, so Louis pulls Harry to him and sways them to the new beat.
He keeps one hand twined with Harry's and lets the other travel up to his bicep. Harry's other large hand is splayed across Louis's lower back, holding their hips close.
Louis lets go of Harry's hand to wind his arms around his neck, ghosting breath over his pulse, whispering, "Glad you lost your bet?" Harry nods against Louis. "I'm glad."
Stan approaches the boys, tapping Lou on the shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, but we're headed out."
"We?" Stan points to Eleanor and Danielle.
"Yeah, I'm bringing the girls back to campus before I go home."
Louis glances between Stan and El, seeing the way she is still eyeing his friend. "Sure you're going home?" Stan whacks Louis in the head and turns to leave, waving goodbye.
"Pleasure to meet you, Harry. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you. Just not as much as Lou's gonna see!" he calls before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.
"Dick," Louis mutters. He takes the moment to take a look around the room. Apparently, Ed had left at some point while he was dancing with Harry. Niall, Zayn, and Liam were piled on the couch, leaning into one another, giggling, and talking in hushed voices. "Guess everyone else left," he notes to Harry.
He nods, taking in the image of their friends on the couch as well. He glances over towards the kitchen and his eyes widen a fraction in recognition. "What?" Louis asks, trying to read the look on his face.
"We should go get me another beer, since the last one you got me is probably warm. Or in Niall's stomach." Louis laughs and starts walking toward the doorway to the kitchen, oblivious to Harry's intentions. As he reaches the entrance to the kitchen, Harry says, "Wait."
Louis stops, raising his brows. "Wait for what?" Harry looks up at the mistletoe hanging above them. "Now, when did Liam do that?" He lets out a breathy laugh and looks back down at Harry, who is staring back at him. He smiles at the younger boy and swipes his thumb over his wrist where he's still holding it. "Well?"
"Well what?"
Louis rolls his eyes. "Are you gonna kiss me or what?"
"Maybe, I was waiting for you to kiss me." The boys laugh together this time and lean into one another. Louis threads his fingers through Harry's curls to pull him down to meet his mouth while Harry cups Louis's cheek.
The kiss is short and sweet and interrupted by the cat-calling and wolf-whistling of the other boys. They pull back and smile at one another before placing one more chaste kiss on each other's lips.
Part 4