Being Harry Styles' Cousin (A Liam Payne Love Story)

Chapter 5

THE GROUND IS COVERED IN SNOW AND ICE! i had to run to the store yesterday and almost wreckedin the parking lot cause there is black ice. i was better at driving on it then i was walking on it. i went to stand up from the car and just went right back down...

anyways, heres chapter 5 because i promise myself to update everytime i get 20 new reads. (i might need to bump it up to 30 here soon...)

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Chapter 5

“Eww, Harry that was so gross! You just threw up on me!”

“Well I’m sorry but I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. And it’s payback for yesterday.”

“Louis! My trash can needs cleaned. I just puked in it again.”

“Nice to know Emily, can you try to clean it yourself so I can at least try to get Harry’s barf off of me.”

“No, I can’t move. I will puke again if I do.”

“Um, guys, I think I might throw up again.”

“Well no dip Sherlock, run to the bathroom, now. I can’t believe I am being the responsible one. That’s Liam’s job not mine!”

“Just suck it up and go clean my trashcan before I throw up again.”

“Wow, you’re cranky when you’re sick.”

“Shut it Louis.”

I slowly open my eyes in confusion as to what was going on downstairs that awakened me from my peaceful slumber. After the whole mouse thing yesterday, we decided to spend the day showing Emily around London and shopping. Both Emily and Harry had a little “mishap” with Louis. Let’s just say the both ended up drenched. I told them they would get sick if they didn’t go back to the flat, but Emily refused saying she wanted to see the city. But from what I am hearing, it seems like I was right. Stubborn children.

Sitting up in my bed, I rub the sleep out of my eyes, blinking them a few times trying to wake up. I really need to start sleeping with my door closed. I could hear someone running up the stairs, and a second later, Louis shows up outside my door, covered in what looks like Harry Styles’ barf. I have to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from throwing up myself.

“Good, you’re awake. Now you can help me take care of these two whiny, moody, sickliness babies downstairs.”

“Uh, I’m good, thanks for the offer.”

“Nice try, your helping.” He gives me a stern look.

Groaning, I fall back onto my bed. “Can I at least have a shower first?”

“Yeah, just hurry. I can’t take these two much longer,” He says, crossing his arms over his chest, then realizing that its covered in barf, “oh my gosh that is so disgusting I can't handle this. I'm going to change.” He walks out the door and I heard him yell to the others that they are on their own for a bit while he showers. Both of them groan loudly.

Standing up I head to the bathroom to get in the shower. I plan on taking longer in here than I normally do. Honestly, I am not, in anyway, looking forward to helping Harry and Emily. I really don’t want to end up like Louis did. Just thinking about it makes me shutter. Most of the time, I don’t lolly gag in the shower. I get in, wash, shave, wash again, and I'm out. This time, I think it may call for a few minutes of just enjoying the hot water. Once I get out, the cold air shocks me. I run into my room and find some clothes that I don’t care if they get puked on, and put them on. Hopefully that won’t happen though.