Summary: It’s Louis’ final year of sixth-form college and he can’t wait to get out of the same routine and do something with his life. But a certain captain of the football team doesn’t let Louis have an easy year, leaving him more confused than ever.
Louis, Liam, and Zayn arose from their slumber early on Saturday, eager to get out of their restrictive college and get to Zayn’s to begin setting up.
They packed lightly – a bag each containing trackies for setting up and the next day, as well as two possible outfits for the night. Being indecisive, Zayn assured the boys he needed a third possibility due to his lack of confidence when choosing.
By 11 am, the three boys had boarded a train that went directly through Zayn’s suburb, meaning not much of a trek from college for the few also attending. Liam texted Niall whilst Zayn texted Eleanor, both informing the other that they may bring a friend or two if they wished.
By 3 in the afternoon, the house was vacuumed, the furniture pushed back or left in place, and all the valuables were hidden in either Zayn’s mother’s room or his sister’s room – just to be safe since Niall warned he turns into a crazy dancer when drunk.
As it turned out, Zayn picked the very first outfit he put on, claiming he was the sexiest man alive which the other two heard from the guest room where they changed.
“Oh let him be,” laughed Liam when he noticed Louis’ snigger.
“But I’m the sexiest man –”
“Lou, believe what you want to believe, but I’m not going to question Zayn,” he said, tilting his head towards the adjacent room. “He spends more time looking in the mirror and getting ready than any guy I’ve ever met.”
Louis left the banter at that – he was simply not in the mood to quarrel with Liam over something he knew was purely subjective.
“Fine then,” he said in defeat before thinking, but I still am the sexiest man alive, even if after Zayn.
What was meant to be a quiet get-together between the close boys, Eleanor, and a possible few, turned very quickly into a festive of people from college turning up at Zayn’s front door. Many brought their own drinks, offering Zayn extra as a means of entrance fee. Zayn, of course, didn’t disapprove, but neither was he too sufficed with having so many people. Louis, still on the verge between sober and slightly tipsy, was patting Zayn on the back every time a new group or individual would arrive, saying reassuring phrases to Zayn to try and persuade him – which Louis discovered wasn’t that difficult after all.
There was a moment of hesitation in Louis’ plans to have a big party when he saw one particular individual waltz in through the front door.
It initially shocked Louis, and he felt his stomach churning and his head spin, causing him to grab quickly onto the stair railing beside him.
And that’s the last memory Louis had of being sober.
It’s not that he drank so much he forgot, it was that Louis just felt that he had had enough to leave out gaps: like missing pieces of his memory. Looking around the guest bedroom in the early rays of the morning, Louis began to stitch those pieces together. He was keen to remember how he had even ended up in a bed with Harry.
The second Louis looked beside himself and saw the curly hair on the pillow next to him he let out a tiny gasp.
The doorbell rang and everyone looked around to see who had the energy to get up. When no one stirred or shifted from their seats at the dining table, Louis sighed and got up.
“Fine!” he exclaimed, jumping from his seat and throwing his deck of cards onto the table where the three boys had engaged in a game of Kings. “I’ll get it since you’re all lazy bastards!”
Louis opened the door, not bothering to ask for names. Meeting his eyes though were a pair of brown eyes that he could always relate back to a lost-looking doe.
“Hey Lou,” Eleanor said before breaking out into a wide grin.
Great, thought Louis.
“Hey!” he returned, slightly exaggerating his ‘ey’. “Come in, come in!”
Eleanor entered the house, followed by a smaller girl, also with brown eyes but red hair. Louis just took on the assumption that it was Ashley, Eleanor’s roommate.
The two girls walked into the dining room, greeting Liam and Zayn with enthusiasm as they reached into their bags and took out two bottles of vodka.
“Hey El!” Zayn took her into an embrace, before Louis snatched the vodka from her grip.
“Now, this is what I call a present!” He twisted the bottle cap and took in the smell of the alcohol, making a disgusted face in response to his inhalation.
Liam set out five shot glasses on the table for Louis to pour into.
Just before they all took their shots, Zayn raised his glass higher than the others and bellowed out: “let the party begin!”
Louis remembered it was after that one shot that everyone came.
Next it was Niall that came through the door straight after they downed the shot, bringing with him the majority of the football team. Liam automatically put on his great smile, greeting and chatting to his team mates before introducing the host, Zayn, and finally Louis and the two girls. Some of the boys went straight for the kitchen, pulling out plastic cups to pour their alcoholic beverages into, whilst others made a dash to chat-up the girls.
Soon after it seemed that quite a lot of their year group was showing up.
“Liam!” Louis navigated through the growing crowd, searching for the one person he could rely on right then. “Liam!”
“Lou! I’m here,” boomed Liam’s voice from the kitchen.
Louis walked in, discovering a few drunken girls half-passed out on the floor, a boy lying in a pool of his own vomit, as well as Liam who seemed to be talking to a girl with extremely tight curls and long legs. Must be a dancer, thought Louis.
“Listen, I need to talk to you about someone –” Louis quickly backtracked on his words: “I meant something…”
“Umm, I’m kind of busy Lou,” he motioned towards the girl who seemed upset about Louis interrupting their conversation. “Can’t we talk later?”
“Alright, but promise me LiLi,” begged Louis, “because this needs to be sorted out now…”
But now in the morning, Louis remembered that he no longer spoke to Liam that night. He merely dealt with the developing problem by excessively drinking any means of alcohol he came across in various parts of the house. At some point he mistook a glass of vodka for water, drinking it all down in one go due to dehydration. That must have helped me forget, he thought.
Looking back down at the body beside him, Louis grew more and more curious as to how he ended up in the same bed as Harry. And he’s not just anyone, he’s Harry fucking Styles!
Louis sniffed the contents of the white plastic cup he had just received from Zayn.
Bourbon and coke.
Well, he thought, at least it’s not vodka anymore.
Louis walked through the lounge/dance floor, eager to simply be alone at this point because he was sick of seeing Liam with that girl – whom he found out was an older girl named Danielle and a family friend of one of the footballer’s – and having Zayn disappear midway through every conversation. Even Niall seemed to be avoiding Louis as Louis had tried to lay his heavy burden upon the boy.
Walking towards the edge of the dance floor, Louis was suddenly tugged slightly back by a grip on his left bicep. Holding their grip hard, the anonymous person whispered into Louis’ ear.
Louis recognized it straight away and immediately tried to free himself of the grasp. But he was already so wasted he felt weak and gave in to the hold, expecting the worse.
“You know, just because you’re surrounded by your friends, doesn’t mean I’ll stop,” whispered Harry. “Just watch yourself Tommo, because they’re too drunk to watch for you.”
And with that Louis turned around to watch the tall boy move on, making his way through the crowd, the curls bouncing and mocking Louis.
The sound of something vibrating against something wooden echoed through the room disturbing the quiet. It took Louis a second to realize he had placed – or dropped? – his phone on the floor beside the bed at some point.
(1) New Message from Eelea,noor
Hey Lou :) Hope you haven’t got a *killer*
hangover considering how much you had
last night! I’m currently bored on a train
back to college and sporting a horrible
headache myself. Just wanted to say…
thank you sooooooo much for last night
and I hope to be seeing you very soon ;)
lot’s and lot’s of kisses and love from me,
your super awesome girlfriend xxxx
“Lou-eh!” Louis turned around at the sound of his name being called annoyingly by Ashley.
“El wants to talk to you,” she responded with an obvious wink.
“Yeah? Well why doesn’t she come over here and talk to me then?”
“Be-caaauuuuuse,” she exaggerated. “She’s too shy! And you’re supposed to be the gentleman!”
“Alright, where is she?” Louis was sick of this Ashley girl and he honestly wanted some peace as he already felt a pounding headache coming along.
“She’s outside in the gar–”
Louis didn’t even let her finish as he was already pacing from the kitchen to the back door that led into the quiet back garden. Zayn had one condition that everyone was allowed to stay and party for as long as they want, and that was that no one would go into the backyard because the neighbors opposite would probably call the cops.
He stepped out, admiring the way the grass changed to a blue shade because of the moon’s light. He looked up to found Eleanor perched on top of a high-level garden-bed wall, bent over to smell a rose.
“Hey,” he began, stepping forward towards her. “Ashley said you wanted to talk?”
“Oh, that’s embarrassing. I didn’t mean for you to be dragged out or even hassled to talk to me…”
“Don’t worry about it, I was bored anyway…”
An awkward silence arose before Eleanor finally broke it.
“Well, Lou, the thing is… I haven’t been entirely honest with you…” Louis nodded, urging her to continue.
“And… I think its best – since we’re friends now – if you know something…”
Louis raised his hand to the back of his neck and looked down at his Toms – he knew exactly where this was going and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it just yet. He looked back up to her and noticed she was waving to someone behind him. Turning around, Louis’ gaze fell upon the single person he did not want to see waving back at her.
And upon an instinct – which he assumed was just his drunk mind at work – he turned back to Eleanor and mustered up the confidence to say with clarity:
“El, will you go out with me? As in, girlfriend-boyfriend?” He turned back, not even waiting for her response just to see if he was loud enough for Harry to hear all the way back at the door.
Indeed, to Louis’ satisfaction, Harry appeared dumbfounded.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes Louis!” the shrieks that escaped Eleanor’s lips were enough to break the stare-off between Harry and Louis as Harry turned back into the house and Louis turned back to face Eleanor. She jumped off the wall and ran – and almost jumped – straight into Louis’ arms, catching him in a tight embrace.
Not wanting to disappoint his satisfaction further, Louis raised Eleanor’s chin with his index finger and kissed her passionately. She obviously returned the kiss, a smile forcing her lips to part as her happiness was uncontained.
“What have I –”
Louis snapped back to reality when he suddenly heard Harry stirring beside him. Not knowing whether to scatter or stay put, Louis just froze. He couldn’t even muster the courage to lift the duvet off and scatter from the bed – make an escape before Harry would wake up for sure and accuse him of something.
But there he sat, frozen, stuck to his place in the double bed, waiting for Harry to go back to sleep.
This of course for Louis’ sake, is not the case.
“Ugh,” Harry sat up slowly, straight away bringing his hands up to his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Louis was thankful that Harry had the same clothes on from the night before which was a good sign. And Louis also then realized he was staring at Harry’s body but it wasn’t until he raised his eyes back to Harry’s face when he realized that the boy was staring back at him.
“What. The. Fuck?” Harry’s green eyes grew wider from the shock of seeing Louis beside him.
Louis took this as his chance to gain the courage and energy to bolt of out of the bedroom and to go see Liam or Zayn or whoever the hell was already awake, leaving a bewildered Harry sitting alone underneath the brown duvet.
Harry finally let out the breath he didn’t notice he had been holding and fell backwards until the back of his head and spine softly landed atop the pillows and sheets. He brought his hands up to his face, trying to smother the thoughts running through his head – and the image of Louis’ scared face.
Well that was one of the longest chapters I’ve ever written (so far), but damn it was fun to write! I decided to try something different instead of having a linear step-by-step of what happened at the party - so I hope you liked it! oh and sorry about the beard - trust me, if I didn’t need her, she wouldn’t be part of Take The Shot :)
Thank you so much for reading and come say hi sometime because I’m usually bored or anxious about what everyone thinks! :) again, thank you, Ange xx
Tagged as: Take The Shot. larry. lourry. Larry Stylinson. larry stylinson fanfiction. one direction fanfiction.
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