It turned out, when you work at perhaps the most wholesome franchise in the world, you became quite good at hiding alcohol. Harry sat on the edge of Liam’s bed, with Zayn next to him, watching Liam and Louis putter around the room, pulling alcohol out of cologne bottles, socks drawers, and other places that would’ve inspired any teenage rebel.
“Room searches,” Louis explained, as he lay on his stomach, his head hidden under the bed as he searched for something. “They started after the original Aladdin was found with pot in his room.”
“Thank God,” Zayn muttered leaning his head back against the wall, “I hated working at that monogram booth.”
“Monogram booth?” Harry asked and Zayn nodded, gazing off as in lost in thought.
“You know the Mickey ears with the name on the back?”
Harry winced sympathetically and Zayn shuttered, reaching for one of the travel sized bottles and draining its contents.
“Oi!” Louis yelled, popping his head up from under the bed, “Not even remotely fair!”
Zayn laughed and shook his head, tossing the empty bottle at Louis who swatted it away, disappearing back under the bed.
“‘Where’s Niall?” Harry asked and Zayn shrugged, turning to Liam who was methodically counting alcohol bottles, making sure he’d found them all.
“Mate, where’s the boy toy?”
Liam shrugged distractedly, as he continued to count, “I think he went to steal shot glasses-“
“Steal?”
“We give them back,” Louis reassured, remerging from under the bed. Harry snorted and shook his head and Louis grinned, flopping down on his back on his own bed. “They’re just a bit sticky.”
The door suddenly opened and slammed shut, and Niall stood there, wide grin, hands full of shot glasses, with the price tags still on.
“Niall,” Zayn whined, “I wanted the ones from Animal Kingdom.”
Niall rolled his eyes, “Animal Kingdom is in the middle of fucking nowhere. Go there yourself. Epcot ones are better anyways, look,” he proudly displayed one, Mickey mouse with British flag glasses illustrated on the glass, “The shot glasses of your people.”
“Have you been to Epcot yet?” Louis asked, lazily turning to Harry and starting at him with his clear eyes, and Harry shook his head, forcing himself to breath, “It’s worth going just to see how the illustrate London.”
“Is it supposed to be London or England in general?” Liam asked, taking the shot glasses from Niall and lining them up.
“Does it matter? It’s the same thing to Americans,” Louis replied, sitting up and craning his neck to watch Liam. “Liam, stop cutting shots with water. Who the fuck does that.”
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Disney Magic
FanfictionIt had been perfect timing on his part, with the workers on strike, Disney was looking to hire anyone with a pulse, and Harry had one of those. Stuffed into a furry costume, Harry found himself face to face with the Magical World of Disney. A magica...
