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“Louis, we were actually just talking about Harry’s birthday on Friday night,” Niall said.
Louis started taking out his wallet. “Oh yeah? How was it? I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, H.”
“It’s OK,” Harry said with a smile.
“He was invited?” Niall asked Harry. Louis thought it was supposed to come out as a whisper, but it most definitely didn’t.
Harry elbowed Niall in the side, sending him more glares.
“Sorry…” Niall turned to Louis and said, “it was a good time, though, Louis. Harry had a little too much fun with his drinks, though, if you catch my drift.”
Louis smiled, watching Harry blush. “Oh, I know. Harry told me all about it that night.”
“That night?” Niall asked. He whipped around and stared at Harry. “Where did you go that night? I thought you were at the bar with us.”
“He doesn’t mean like that, Niall,” Harry said. “He means I, um, drunk called him.”
Niall snorted. “Of course you did.”
“Well, it’s a birthday,” Louis said, jumping to defend Harry. “You deserve to go out and have fun and get a little crazier than you would normally.”
“That’s what I said!” Harry told him. “Thank you for being on my side this time.”
“Now, if you could just get that through to Niall, who won’t let me forget it.”
“Of course I won’t,” Niall said, laughing. “But at least you can say you rang in your 21st with a bang. Mine was boring compared to yours.”
Louis froze, the money to pay for his food still in his hand. Surely he can’t have heard that right.
“Excuse me?” he asked. “What did you say?”
“Harry’s 21st? Yeah, his was great. Mine was boring; we stupidly went to Atlantic City, but nobody else could drink or gamble because they weren’t old enough, so I did it all on my own.”
Louis felt his heart racing. Twenty-one.
“You’re 21?” Louis asked, seeming to need the confirmation from Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry said, sounding confused. “Haven’t I mentioned that?”
