Where 6 year old Harry goes to Mcdonald's with his mummy to eat lunch only to get an order of fries without a dip.
8 year old Louis happens to have one tho
And it all started there.
[disclaimer; i don't rly like this book. Pretty bad writing as I w...
Then, he decides to just text Louis. He's sure that he will see it when he wakes up.
Hello, Lou. Please meet me at my flat whenever you can tomorrow. We have to talk. x
Louis's POV
"The fuck is going on here?" I slurred aggressively. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, stopping whatever the fuck they were doing.
"Who thought it was a good idea not to invite me?" I added. Everyone cheered. Some chick pulled me over and handed me a joint. I took a quick huff and yelled at the top of my lungs, and everyone did the same.
Suddenly, the song playing in the background sounded a lot better. I never knew the song "Candy Shop" could make me dance like this—like a fucking moron.
I never danced, but maybe—just maybe.. this can be the first and last time.
"I'll take you to the candy shop," I sang as the beat dropped. I felt everyone looking, not in a good way, but I thought "fuck it". I won't remember anything anyway—so might as well do whatever I want.
And so, I danced. I let my body do whatever it wanted. I thrusted my hips in every direction, probably hitting everyone in the process. No one seemed to mind as other girls started playing along.
"LOUUUUUUU!" Someone yelled from behind me. I lazily tilted my head and saw Zayn approaching me—now wearing an oddly shaped hat. Couldn't quite make out what it was, actually.
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"Need help. Ed told me something about a whiney bitch calling your phone like 5 minuuutes agooo. What do I doooo."
I stared at him. Because quite honestly, I didn't hear a single word that went out of his mouth.
"What?" I asked, just standing there. I was getting pissed because I wanted to keep dancing, and the song was already about to end. I groaned. What the fuck is he on about?
"What the fuck are you on about?" I repeated. I grinned at myself. My inner voices are a great help in times like this.
I looked back at Zayn who's staring blankly at the wall behind me. "Huh," He slowly blinked up at me and grinned—like a crazy person. "You like my hat?" He pointed finger guns at me. "Some guy just placed it on my head, and I haven't even seen it." He added. I just stared as I huffed on my joint. This was one good joint, I thought.
As I stayed there for minutes without responding, Zayn eventually found himself following a bunch of girls wearing cat costumes. He claimed they were guiding him to the land of pussies—which he claimed(again) would be a good time.
