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"You never shut up, do you?" Harry interrupts Louis' angry, drunken words. He isn't mad, but he isn't enjoying the smaller boy's insults either.

"Does it bother you? Because, frankly, my dear, I don't give a fuck." Louis points out, but before he can even fathom what is happening, Harry is pushing him back and into a stall, his back colliding with the wall.

"I can shut you up another way." Harry exclaims, bringing his face down and impossibly close to Louis'.

"What are you waiting for, then?" Louis suggests, his voice just above a whisper, his lips just an inch away from Harry's.

Harry doesn't need to be told twice.