"We were supposed to squad up here but, nooo," Niall fumed, elongating the 'o'. "Harry has to go off and do his job."
"Shut up, Zayn." Louis whacked Zayn on the arm, "be glad he is actually able to walk, unlike other members of squad right now. . ." he trailed of, shooting a warning look at Niall.
"How long to we have to be here for?" Louis piped up.
"'Til Harry closes,which I'm assuming is at around six," Zayn raised an eyebrow, "which means we are stuck here for about two hours, shit." Louis plopped down dramatically in the chair, as Niall and Zayn remained standing.
"We should do something." Niall stated the obvious, "the question is, what are we going to do?"
"Hey, I know what we're gonna do today!" Louis exclaimed, Niall pushed him back down into the seat, "that show was iconic, fight me on this."
"You know what we should do? We should be like, singing telegrams!" Niall's eyes brightened with the cute idea. "And we should go around, like, asking families if they have a sweet little message, and we can go and, like,sing to them!" He continued to babble on, Louis nodded approvingly.
"That's actually not a bad idea. . ." Louis copped Niall on the back, causing Niall to let out a half squeal/ scream noise. "Nice one, blondie."
"It's dyed, thank you very much."
Zayn placed his hand over his heart and feigned shock, "Niall, you dirty b-" Zayn cut himself off as he saw a mother look at him like she knew all his secrets, "-itch." He said quieter.
"Can we even sing?" Niall asked.
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!" Zayn chanted, much to Niall's dismay. "So, what's our first move?"
"Ask the head doctor, of fucking course." Louis rolled his eyes, the mother glared at Louis, whom smiled at her in return. "Let's go."
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prepare for a hella long chapter next okay
I just sang the chorus of no control to the tune of 'be our guest'in Beauty the Beast am I ok