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"No, no, no, no, you scumbag!" Louis screams right at the TV. He just lost the game against Zayn. Not fair.

"There you go, you son of a bitch," Zayn laughs at Louis and jumps on the couch a few times.

All three of them are a little drunk and having fun with their championship. But Louis is not really having fun right at this moment. He has to drink the Irish car bomb. He had to do it three times already. Today is just not his day.

Liam already prepared the glass with the Guinness beer and a shot with Bailey's cream. Louis walks up to the kitchen bar, sighing loudly.

"I hate you two. And I think I am done with this game," Louis tries to delay his punishment for as long as he can.

"Party pooper, I swear to God, Tommo," Zayn rolls his eyes and jumps down from the couch to join the brothers in the small kitchen.

"You are saying this shit just because you didn't drink it!" Louis points a finger at him.

"Not my fault you two are fucking equally lame. Aren't you brothers?" Zayn chuckles and takes a shot of vodka.

"What's the time?" Liam asks suddenly, "we are supposed to meet Niall by the Colosseum at 7."

"It's 6.10. Louis can drink it and we can have another round of FIFA," Zayn points to the drink Louis thought he got away from.

"Did I tell you I hate you?" Louis repeats the words. He looks down and sighs again. He swears that if he has to drink it, he is going to throw up.

"Cry baby, c'mon," Liam pushes the glass and shot closer to his big brother and Louis breaths in. He takes the shot of Bailey's and aims it right above the glass with the Guinness.

"I am gonna throw up," Louis states when he drops the shot into the beer, immediately picking it up and swallowing it with big gulps. It's disgusting - beer and the Bailey's mixed together. It makes a weird kind of mixture, disgusting smell and unbearable taste. He has to drink it all at once because it is no other way of drinking it. He is done, panting and putting the glass down violently, "Fuck."

As Louis said, he runs to the closest bathroom - it's Liam's- and he throws it right back up immediately, with all the alcohol he consumed before. And a little bit of the morning's breakfast.

Liam and Zayn stand by the doors, laughing at the rich man.

"Bro, you such a pussy," Liam comes in, flushes the toilet, and helps Louis to stand up from the ground. Liam takes out the spare toothbrush hotel provided in the cupboard with all other sorts of toiletries and he lets Louis brush his teeth.

When Louis is done, he comes back to the living room, seeing Liam and Zayn are playing against each other. They bump each other's elbows occasionally, they scream and swear, and laugh.

Louis comes to the kitchen and prepares the Irish fucking car bomb for whoever is going to lose this time. He is happy it's not him.

He looks down at his phone, smiling. He opens it and slides into Harry's messages.

6.25 Do you think you can come over around 7.30

Louis waits a minute or so, but the reply never comes. He is not making a big deal out of it, he knows Harry might be working, or eating, or taking a nap, or showering, or chilling on the balcony, or being with the fucking leprechaun. There's a lot that Harry can do right now. And sadly, it's not Louis.

"Who are you texting?" Zayn asks.

"Nobody."

"What an attitude," Liam chuckles, trying his best to beat Zayn. But Zayn is just too good.