What you’re gonna do on Halloween: You laughed as your sock-clad feet slid across the hardwood floor, one of Louis' pale blue dress shirts loosely fitting your body. He was dressed the same, except for his cream pair of boxers that were showing. An empty bottle of wine was on the coffee table, empty glasses accompanying it. The sound system was turned on and you couldn't stop your ridiculous smiles, and neither could he. "Okay, okay, so just dance with me, okay? Just feeeeeeeeel the music." He swayed his hips and slid his feet across the floor, taking your hands in his. You nodded a few too many times and lazily moved, remembering that there wasn't even any music playing. You turned on a Halloween playlist and hit shuffle, rejoining him on the floor. "We did the mash," began playing and you became giddy, moving a bit faster, feet sliding everywhere. "The monster mash," He took hold of your hand and led you in a tango, going back and forth a few times. When it came time for him to dip you, the alcohol got the best of him and he slipped, the two of you falling to the floor in a pile of giggles and tangled limbs. "Well that was a horrible idea," you laughed, closing your eyes. When you opened them again, his face was merely a few inches from yours and you smiled. "Wanna do it again?" "Hell yeah, let's keep going."