𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐲 | *Book 3 (Last) in the Nelena Series*

12: Beer Pong 🥤

General

"Zayn, you want another one?" Liam asked, his mouth full of pizza. 

Zayn shook his head, he was the only one who was sober out of all the boys in the house. 

The rest - Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis - were all drunk. 

Liam's head fell backward and the slice of pizza slipped out of his fingers and fell back into its pizza box. 

Zayn laughed at this sight; he remembered being like this when he was in 1D, but now that he's not in the band anymore, it was a misconception. 

A sad misconception, of course.

"So, what're we doing next?" Zayn blurted, making Louis's head bop up, blinking his eyes. 

"I feel a burp comin' up," Louis said. "Feelin' a bit nauseous."

With the blink of an eye, Louis was off and running for the band house's bathroom. 

Niall looked up at the sound of Lou's rambling and groaned, "I should not have had that much beer... I mean, champagne!" 

Zayn smiled and nodded, "Anyone wanna play... a game of beer pong?"

Harry groaned, making Niall and Zayn laugh. 

"He's dead," Niall said, throwing a slice of pizza at Harry's face. 

Zayn frowned, taking the pizza off of Harry's face. 

"We don't treat people like that, Niall," he scolded, making Niall cringe. 

"Whatever, we consider him dead- how's Louis?" Niall said, slouching at his seat.

"I don't know- he's probably fine," Zayn sat dack down at his seat and leaned back, sinking into the soft couch.

"I heard someone mention beer pong!" Louis's voice called down the hallway. 

Niall rolled his eyes at Louis's dramatic voice. "I came right away!"

"Okay, so Liam you down?" Zayn turned to Liam, who was staring up at the ceiling. "Liam?"

"Wot?" He jerked, making Niall look away, cracking with laughter. 

"You down for some beer pong?" Zayn repeated, patiently. He was always known for his patience.

"Um, yeah, sure, I'm down." Liam adjusted his position on the couch. 

"I'll go get the plastic cups," Niall said, raising a finger in the air.

"Yeah, and I will look for a long enough table in this... redecorated house," Zayn said, uncomfortable. 

Liam and Louis exchanged looks and pressed their lips together; Zayn made a slight reference to him leaving the band.

"Okay, I'll help you find your way," Liam said, standing up. 

Niall did the same and he was off for the red plastic cups. 

"So, how about the table upstairs..."

Louis

Alright, the boys left me with a drunk Harry Styles; typical.

I sat down on the couch next to my buddy and laid back, my hands kept to myself. As if it would be anywhere else!

I looked around the messy living room and then stared out into the night; Zayn was right, this house has been redecorated since HE left the band.

Before, we made lots of stuff, did lots of things, played lots of instruments down in the in-door theatre. But now, I guess we've hung out a lot in the living room, the house management kinda- took down the stuff in the theatre- yeah, everything pretty much changed.

I was about to move out of my spot when HARRY put his head on my SHOULDER. 

Okay, this guy is straight, he definitely dated more girls than me- although, he's very childish- he... I'm 100% sure he's asleep.

"Louis- ohhhhh," Liam came in on me and I jerked my head up at him. "I'll... leave you to it-"

"Wot, no! Don't go, the heck- nothing's going on, I just sat down and Harry put his head on my shoulder!"

Liam stayed still and slowly nodded, still trying to process the information to fit in with the picture. 

He let out a silent 'oh' and made his way over to help me with my situation.

"Table comin' through!" Niall's booming voice said. 

Liam's head turned, along with mine, and we saw Zayn's broad back, backing into the room, his head turning around so much that I think he might snap. 

Liam, who had nothing to do, ran over and started... gesturing with his hands for Zayn to back up. 

"A little bit more... No, Zayn, turn around, let Niall- yeah," Liam put his hands to his waist as he looked at the table; pretty good.

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After about a billion rounds of beer pong, Zayn finally decided to go home.

The boys - well all except Harry - gave him a side hug and watched him walk out the front door. 

"I miss him," Niall finally said, making Louis, and Liam turn to him.

"We do, too, mate, we do, too," Louis sighed.

"I've tried to do all his high notes, but it just isn't right, you know what I mean," Liam looked up at the night sky and put his arm around the British and the Irish boys next to him.

"Yeah, you can never beat the king of high notes, you know," Louis chuckled.

"Welp- it's been a night, why don't we all go inside and annoy Harry for a while? Hit him with the ping pong balls?"

Niall's eyes twinkled as he said this, making Louis and Liam's grin widen as Liam shook his head, intimidatingly, "Oh, Zayn wouldn't like this..."

Louis frowned, "Why would we care about what Zayn thinks?"

The boys shut the door and quickly rushed upstairs, Louis and Liam taking a ping pong paddle, and Niall taking a few balls.

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I've gotten tired of having a scheduled time, so I'll just publish it when I'm finished with it. I made the time so late because I didn't think I'd finish it in time.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this one, I will publish the next one when I'm finished with it!