Hangovers.
Fun.
"Harreh"
"Yes?"
"I'm dying"
"Good to know"
"Harreh!"
"What?"
"Get me wotah?"
"I can't- we're attached..."
"FOOK"
"I'll just call Niall."
"No- his irishness is too much to handle"
"Irishness is not a word"
"KILL THE IRISH! And the Northern Irish too! They exist... Right?"
"Yes- there's a Northern Ireland."
"Right"
"Rocky's from there, and Zaiden."
"Who the fook is Zaiden?"
"You- jesus Lou. You don't remember?"
"Obviously not or I would never of asked"
"True. Zaiden's the drag king from last night"
"Oh yea"
"WANKERS!" It was Rocky.
"Wot the fook is he doing in our house?"
"He decided he wanted to sleep on our couch"
"Why?"
"Who knows"
Rocky burst into the room at this moment, holding a tray.
"Right- I brought ye water, tea and pancakes."
"Why?"
"Because- Tomlinson, ye are attached. Ye can't get up. I decided to be nice"
"First time for everything"
"Shut up Harry"
Rocky set the tray down, handing him the glass of water
"Maybe not all the irish"
Rocky left the room, returning with a banana- which he threw at Harry.
"Rocky"
"What?"
"How are you not dying- you drunk more than me"
"Used to it- aren't I, Tomlinson?"
"I suppose"
Rocky left again. He seemed suspiciously sober.
"HARRY!"
"What?"
"Do you have any alcohol?"
"No!"
That's why.
Rocky ran into the room again.
"Y'all don't have alcohol?"
"No"
"FUCK"
"Harry I'm scared"
"Same"
"I'm going home- Louis, don't completely wreck him. He needs to walk"
With that, Rocky left. Slamming the front door behind him.
"That was weird"
"It really wasn't, Lewis."
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Our Hands are Tied
Fiksi Penggemar{completed} Read the prologue- Not technically my original idea *read the prologue to understand* Louis is loud and unpredictable, Harry is nerdy and like an open book- they hate each other. When the two are handcuffed- the expectation is alot more...
