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(skipping the car ride . . .)

    According to Zayn, Harry's house was was what the Americans called 'The White House'.

It made Zayn's flat look like a box.

"Harry has nice taste." Louis murmured as he pulled his suitcase, looking around.  "Very nice taste, my flat is trash."

"You are trash, Louis," Niall scoffed as he struggled to get his suitcase in, "Zayn, would you help me here?" Zayn yawned and shrugged, then just walked away, "go to Hell."

"See ya' there,buddy!"  Zayn grinned as Niall finally pulled his stuff in. "His flat is really nice though."

"Why do we even call it a 'flat'?" Niall rolled his eyes, walking next to Zayn,who was still in awe of Harry's place. "Does it represent how voluminous your ass is?"

"Louis' wouldn't be called a flat then." Zayn laughed, the other two laughing along with him.

The laughter died down, which left some silence for Zayn to think. He wondered if he'd take his sleeping pills (which, he wanted to do really badly), and if the doctor was ly—

Doctors don't lie, he'll be okay.

Look at you, you were all happy and now you go ruin it with your pessimistic thoughts!

He's going to be okay, you will meet a breathing Liam and not a dead Liam.

"Zayn!" Niall snapped his fingers in front of Zayn's eyes, snapping him out of his thinking trance. "Thinking?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Didn't know you could even think!" Niall winked at him as Zayn whacked him. "Alright, alright, chill, no need to get all snappy. I want to unpack but at the same time I feel like Harry's cologne will get into all my clothes and I don't want to smell like Harry."

"How does Harry smell like?" Zayn asked.

"He smells like . . ." Niall tried to snap his fingers, trying to think of the particular smell.

"Vodka mixed with really nice cologne."

"That's weird." Zayn sat down on a comfy chair, "Harry's weird."

"You're weird." Louis plopped on the chair next to him.

"I'm weird." Niall sat on the floor, since there was no chair left for him.

"You know what's also weird? My fucking insomnia." Zayn slammed his hand on his thigh, "and the fact that I have to take stupid pills for not being able to sleep. Oh! And let's not forget that phase where I probably got rid of three-fourths of the sperm in my dick from jerking off. I'm so fuckin—" Niall quickly cut Zayn's rant short.

"Let's just admit it, all of us are really, really weird in some way. To put it bluntly, we all just really suck. But hey, you know what the most important thing is?"

Louis whispered to Zayn, "I don't know where he's going with this."

"Who does?"

Niall continued, now standing up fully, "The most important thing is is that we helped each other not suck as much as we used to!"

Zayn raised an eyebrow, "That was inspirational."

"Iconic." Louis added, "I feel like unpacking, but I also feel like eating."

"Let's go find some food, shall we?" Zayn started to walk around, opening random doors and not really caring where he was going, all he really wanted to do was find the pantry (and explore without really saying it).

"Quack!" Zayn heard from behind a closed door. "Quack! Quack! Quack!"

"What the fuck . .. ?" He swung open the door to see a girl sitting on the bed,with a quacking phone in her hand.

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hi ok thank you guys for 20k that is great wow

anyways to kinda do something for you guys to celebrate 20k, I want to do promos?? so I guess if you have a book or an account or whatever you want to promo just comment on this line and yeah

thoughts/questions/comments?

qotd: who here actually understands why Harry's Kik name is 'harry jane'?