NO. JUST NO.

CHAPTER 2

Liam's POV:

This week was a really special time for the five of us. Why? Because we're alone! No body guards, no media, no paps, no management.

We are currently at a club here in London. Louis drove us here, I remembered him promising that he won't drink too much. He said he'd be the "responsible" one for the night.

Zayn is at the dance floor holding his drinks and dancing with a girl. I don't want to be judgemental but she looks like the kind of girl that hangs out with you for free drinks.

Niall is beside me, drinking and devouring a plate of nuts and those other food he ordered.

I laid my eyes on Harry. He's trying to get away from these 2 girls. They're all over him. I kinda feel sorry for his curls.

"Payno, look!"

I turned aside to see Louis holding  his drink.

"What?" Niall looked at Louis with curiousity.

"I think that girl likes me!" Louis said. His eyes were a bit puffy.

"No! She's definitely looking at me." Niall said with his cheeks heating up. I've never seen him so red before.

"Guys, it's a cardboard cut out of a model holding a beer. What the heck are you talking about?" I said.

Niall scrunched his eyebrows then smiled seconds after, "She's smirking at me!"

"Louis, please help me handle this leprechaun?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

He walked over to the blonde beside me and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Niall, you're delusional" Louis said. Wow, maybe this "responsible one" thing is actually happening.

"She fancies me. Not you."  Well I guess I'm wrong.

The two continued their banter when Zayn walked up to me. He sat on the chair on my left and then stared at me intensely.

"I don't deserve you man." Wha- why is he crying?!?!

"I mean, I just love the four of you, I love my family, I love myself, I love singing, I love Paul, I love this club, I love this drink, I love this chair." I honestly don't know what to reply to Zayn.

Believe me when I tell you; I used every strand of power that I have to hold back my laughter.

"This chair!." Oh lord he's really crying.

"This chair is so strong. She carries so many butts everyday! Don't you ever get tired?"

I swear if chairs could move or even talk, it would slap this lad.

"I'm sorry if said I need ya." Zayn started singing 'Strong' to the chair.

We haven't even released the album yet so I was really thankful that no one heard that.

"That you make me strong." Harry finished Zayn's song. He's also crying?!?!?

"We don't deserve chairs in this world, they're too precious." Harry said. Remind me again why I agreed to not bring Paul with us.

Now I'm pretty sure all of them are intoxicated. I've had a few drinks myself, but I'm a bit sober.... and sleepy.

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"She's about to give me her number!"

"Louis, you were flirting with a cardboard. We have to go!"

I'm currently dragging 4 people to the elevator of our hotel. We checked in here because our flat was being organized for the week. Yes, it takes a week to clean our flat.