Boots and cats : a story of heroism

Venice

Harry wakes up from his long nap. Ed chugs the rest of his Bang Keto Coffee, and raises his eyebrows at Harry. 

"We're here!!" poor guy probably hadn't slept at all during the approximate 15 hour and 41 minute drive. Harry rubs his head, he's got a huge headache. 

"aughh yaaayyy" Harry waves his arms up around with faux enthusiasm, this always happen when he sleeps for 15 hours and 41 minutes. Ed hops out of the car and goes to the hotel desk to get their key card. Harry waits in the passenger seat and grits his teeth together.

"Alright, want me to get your bags?" Ed seems to have picked up on Harry's situation, he carries all of their stuff in. 

" ed, did you only get one room?"

" Yeah, I uh" he looks into the room to realize that there is in fact only one bed. "Sorry" They set their bags down and such. Ed takes the initiative to cozy up in the tub to sleep; allowing Harry to have the bed because We don't need a sleep deprived beatboxer on the day of his competition. They both drift off the sleep excitedly waiting for the next day to come.

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Harry wakes up to Ed bringing him breakfast, his headache has not gone away in the slightest . 

"Today's the day!!" Ed says getting everything ready, " how're you feeling - nervous?"

"fine." Harry huffs he gets into his disguise and heads to the car. He takes a motrin and rubs his temples. He murmurs something about an ache in his head. The giant theatre is loud and bumping with music. He feels a sense of determination as he enters the underground. They both shuffle down the stairs into a sweaty beatboxing stadium packed to the brim with people. The names are being called over a loud speaker.

He finds his ring. The large stage lights shine down on him as he stretches and warms up. He shakes his hands and bounces getting the adrenaline pumping, he is liam payne - its gotta be believable. His warmup is interupted by a hand on his back.

"Hey, what're you doing here Liam. You said you were waiting to compete" he whips around to see a particular Paul brother behind him.

"What, don't you know teaming isn't allowed" Harry thinks back to the ultimate rules pf beatboxing player teaming/cross-teaming, please clearly show the players following each other / sharing loot / targeting the same enemy. Logan makes disgruntled face and paces to the other side of the ring.

The lights swing as the announcer begins. " Now for our second match of the night...."

The crowd silences. 

"LOGAN PAUL VERSUS LIAM PAYNE"