you can take me all the way

It starts with, like, three words. Maybe four. Harry isn’t sure. He might be drunk.

“Louis’ quite fit,” Gemma muses, over the rim of her glass. Her eyes are tracking the movements of Louis’ hands, gesturing wildly as he talks to Niall at the other end of the bar.

“What,” Harry says blankly, because what. He thinks maybe he misheard her. He’s definitely drunk.