Apparently, you can stay off school if you sprained your wrist. Niall is getting off because of 'trauma' (to be fair though, he might be traumatised- it's Niall after all)
Something about not overusing said wrist.
Ignoring the fact that this wrist is a ninety degree angle. All the bloody time.
Hence, he was sitting staring at a wall, at 11:30.
With a sleeping Harry next to him.
The Laddy Lads
You: I'm boreddddd lads
Zen: tough shit. Me and Liam are in HOSPITAL.
You: :/ ik
Nail: I'll come to Harry's house and we can hang out Lou!
He does not deserve Niall. None of them do
You: ok!
Nail: :)
Lima: where's Harry?
You: asleep. Or dead, either way he's not conscious.
Zen: seriously? Is he breathing?
You: uhh I think.
You: yep
Nail: i ll be th ere in tw o
You: I better wake this plonker.
Louis was about to do something really stupid.
Wake up Harry.
It's a stupid thing to do, especially if your Louis Tomlinson.
"Styles!" First blow.
"Styles!!" Punctuated with a harsh poke to the ribs.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES" each word punctuated with yet another poke to the ribs.
Harry woke up and hit him.
Hard.
"The fuck Louis?"
"Niall's coming"
"TMI"
"No- Niall's coming here"
"Oh, right"
"So get the fook up"
Harry groaned and lay down again.
Bitch.
So, Louis did something any idiotic Louis William Tomlinson would do.
He snogged him.
You see, Louis (as we've probably established) isn't exactly the best at thinking.
Hence, he did this.
What you didn't know, is that he doesn't try to think.
Ever.
So, back to the fact that he's kissing Harry.
It's still weird.
This was the first (and maybe not the last) time he started it.
You see, to say Louis is a dominant person is an understatement, and to say Harry is a submissive person is an understatement.
***
It's always fun when you're making out on a bed with the guy you supposedly hate and Niall Horan walks in.
Fun times.
It's also fun when Niall Horan yells "OH MY GID LARRY IS FUCKING REAL BITCHES"
Yea, that happened.
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A/N:
To say this chapter is a disappointment is an understatement (fuck of Quansaia)
You see, I completely lost all ideas and plot for this specific chapter.
So, I'm gonna just end it here.
We'll pretend it's good.
Anygays, the next chapter will (hopefully) be way longer to make up for this pitiful attempt at writing.
The picture at the top, I have no reason for attaching it. I just like sharing trauma :)
Feel free to bully me for this shit excuse of a chapter
Love you
~Rocky <3
Oh.
- Zayn was traumatised in Dallas by:
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