You get me dizzy

Chapter 15

It’s way past midnight and Leo is pretty sure he’s drunk. Well, scratch that. He’s definitely drunk.

“I’m definitely drunk.” He mutters to Zayn as they lean against the wall in the smoking area, trying to get his lighter to work.

“I can see that.” Zayn states and takes his cigarette out of his mouth to turn it around and place it properly on his lips.

“’fanks.”

“You know what I never noticed?” Zayn goes on. “Levi’s kind of fit.”

“Oh please, even I noticed you noticed.” Leo slurs, dropping his cigarette.

They both look down at it. Leo groans and picks it up.

“When did you notice I noticed?”

“f**k. Don’t say s**t like that, I can’t follow it.”

“Am I that obvious?” Zayn whines.

Okay, they’re both drunk. Which isn’t good, since they have to get back to their apartment somehow.

“Not really, but I know you. And when your jaw clenches while looking at someone, it means business.”

“Do you think he’s gay?” Zayn ponders.

“I think he doesn’t have to necessarily be gay for you to have a chance. He can be bi, pan-“

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to be politically correct around me.”

“Maybe we can find out.” Leo suggests.

“I don’t really want to ask Noah.”

Leo waves his hand all over the place. “No, not ask Noah The Irish. Ask the Gram.”

Zayn looks confused.

“Good old fashion i********: stalking.” Leo clarifies. “Get your phone out.”

“’The Gram’. You sound like-“

“Do you want to roast each other right now or do you want to find out if you have the possibility of getting dicked down?”

Zayn obliges and opens up the app, before typing Levi’s name in. He’s got around nine million followers and his business profile states ‘Music producer @ HSHQ’.

“How am I supposed to figure out if he’d be interested from his profile?”

“Gimme it.” Leo says and makes grabby-hands towards the phone.

Cigarette in his left hand, phone in his right, he starts scrolling through his profile. There’s pictures of him in different places, locations such as Bali, Lake Como, LA, New York, all of him alone and without a shirt on. There’s one of him and Harry (and a few other people), but Leo scrolls past it.

“Now this is some serious eye candy.” Leo says and clicks on a picture of Levi where he stands on a yacht, hands spread out, naked.

“Too bad it’s blurred.”

“Well…” Leo trails off and double-taps the screen.

“LEO!” Zayn exclaims, quickly unliking the photo.

Leo cackles. “Too late. If he’s on his phone and has notifications on, he already saw it.”

“Maybe he didn’t, since he probably gets a hundred likes per second, ha.”

“I mean-I can’t really tell if he’s interested in men, but. We know he’s good looking.”

Zayn takes the phone out of Leo’ hand and pockets it. “You’re useless.”

“And you are sexually frustrated.”

“No, you are.” Leo argues.

Noah interrupts them by sticking his head out through the door-c***k. “We’re taking the last round of shots. You in?”

Before Zayn can say anything, Leo puts his cigarette out in the ashtray, then Zayn’s, and takes his friend’s hand. “We’re in.”

It ends up being a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. Because it’s the last bit of alcohol needed for Leo to go from ‘drunk Leo’ to ‘shitfaced Leo’. It’s a whole system with levels and stages that Zayn analysed during one of their smoking sessions-Leo doesn’t want to get into it.

So right now, Leo is all but yelling into Noah’s ear as they wait in line for the bathroom about how he really isn’t that drunk and how he could drink Noah The Irish under the table any day.

“Where’s Zayn?” Leo asks out of a sudden, because whenever he’s drunk and feels disorientated he needs to know that Zayn is there, even though he’s not really sure why. He thinks it might’ve started sometime during their first year at Uni.

“Him and Levi are putting Bryan and Noelle into the cab.”

“Are they having sexy time?” Leo slurs and gives a smirk he thinks might look mischievous but might also just look like he’s really pissed.

Noah laughs out loud, throwing his head back. Leo thinks he has the best laugh he’s ever heard.

“Why are you laughing? Is Levi straight? Is that why you’re laughing?”

No matter how drunk he is, he’ll always be Zayn’s best wingman. He makes a mental note to tell him later.

“No, you actually said ‘sexy time’. Legend.” Noah says between laughs and Leo want to kiss him for being so pure.

“So?”

“So? It’s funny.”

They take a few more steps as the queue advances.

“No. Is Levi straight?”

Noah gets serious now and squints at Leo as he leans his head back against the wall. “Why do you want to know?”

Leo squints back at him. “Do you care?”

“Not really. And no, he hasn’t done anything with a guy before if that’s what you’re asking. But I don’t think he’d be opposed to the idea either.”

“Are you guessing or do you know for sure?”

“I know for sure.” Noah says, mocking his accent.

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that, but I trust you. The Irish don’t lie.”

“Well, if history’s anything to go by…” Noah trails off and before Leo’ drunken mind can understand his historical reference, they’re next to go into the toilets.

The number of people at the table has significantly gone down and right now it’s only Zayn, Leo, Shawn, Emma, Noah, Levi and Nina left.

“I have something to tell you.” Leo whispers into Zayn’s ear as Shawn and Noah reminisce about Bryan’s last birthday.

“What did you do?” Zayn looks absolutely mortified.

“Can’t tell you now.” Leo cryptically says and not so subtly looks in Levi’s direction.

Zayn’s expression turns from mortified to serious to terrified, but Leo winks (tries to) at him and then proceeds to suck on the straw he put into the bottle of water.

It’s nearly 2am, which is when the bar closes, so Noah asks the waiter to bring their check before they start gathering their s**t.

Shawn says he’ll take Emma home since she doesn’t live far from here, Nina takes a taxi so it’s just the four of them left.

“Where are you guys going? Maybe we can drop you off with the Uber.” Noah says, checking his phone.

“Hampstead.” Zayn replies, since Leo is too busy trying to eye who Levi is texting on his phone.

“s**t, we’re going in Vauxhall.” Noah says and Leo assures him that they’ll find an Uber.

“Or you can just split it.” Levi suggests and Leo raises his eyebrows, agreeing.

Levi sits in the front since he needs the most leg space, so Leo ends up in the middle of the backseat, squished between Zayn and Noah.

“Can you like, move? I’m suffocating.” Leo tells him.

“Don’t pretend like I don’t have a bony ass.” Zayn retorts. “Yours is taking up all the space if you haven’t noticed.”

Leo rolls his eyes and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He reopens them when they come to a stop, dizziness settling in. He blinks out the window and sees tall apartment buildings, lit up as if they were in New York.

“Am I in Singapore?” Leo asks, because although he may be drunk, he can tell they’re close to a river.

“No, this is our stop.” Levi laughs. Leo and Zayn exchange looks as they say goodbye to the two of them.

As soon as the car starts moving north towards their stop, Leo shifts to the other side of the car.

“So he’s rich as fuck.” Leo concludes.

“What did you want to tell me back at the bar?”

Leo is confused.

“Please don’t tell me you’re so pissed you forgot.”

“No…no. Wait. YES! So, I asked Noah if Levi’s straight-“ Zayn makes a face “-and BEFORE you say anything, I didn’t give anything away and I found out something.” dramatic pause “Levi wouldn’t be opposed to explorin’.”

“Explorin’?” Zayn repeats, mocking Leo’ accent. “Does that mean-“

“Yes. But it also doesn’t mean-“

“I know.”

“Well, there you have it. You’ve got a green light.”

Zayn doesn’t say anything after that so Leo closes his eyes and leans his head against the window. He really should stop drinking (so much at once).

When they get home, he nearly goes up the flight of stairs on all fours and plops down on the couch. Zayn sits down a few seconds later with a bottle of water.

“I’m soooo drunk.” Leo smiles.

“I know, that’s what the bottle’s for.”

“I could use some sexy time right now.” Leo pouts.

“Please do it in your room, I don’t want to ever see that a-“

“You know with whom? With Haaarrold.”

“I don’t think that’s his name-“

“I’m going to text him.”

Zayn knows he should stop him, but he kind of wants to see what’s going to happen. And Leo knows it.

He opens i********: and searches for Harry’s name before he enters the blank conversation.

Leot91: helkfoo

Leot91: lest hve some siwxu tine

“Okay, I love you, so that’s enough.” Zayn says and takes the phone out of his hand.

“But Zaaaayn.” Leo whines and Zayn locks the phone.

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“If you don’t go to sleep, serious Tom’s voice will be the first thing you’ll hear in the morning when he calls you.”

“Goodnight for me.” Leo says, stretching his legs out over Zayn and placing his head on the armrest.

Zayn shakes his head and places the phone on the coffee table beside Leo’ head.