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"Honey, I'm home!" Harry called as he opened the door to his flat, only to be greeted by bickering.

"ZAYN, FOR THE LAST TIME, NIALL'S MII ON WII DOESN'T LOOK LIKE GEORGE WASHINGTON!" Harry peeked around the corner to see Zayn and Louis in an intense argument, Vera casually drinking red wine on the couch, and Niall trying to find the third remote. "Oh, hello Harry." Louis turned to Harry and waved.

"Please explain to this dumbass that Niall's Mii looks like George Washington, please." Zayn pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"What the f-"

"Harry, your friends are probably pot-heads." Vera commented, taking another sip of wine.

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!" Louis and Zayn screamed at the same time.

"Lord save me." Niall looked up. "Harry, at least your house isn't burnt down! How was work."

"Okay, I guess." He shrugged, "I see you've met Vera."

"Aloe Vera!" Niall laughed, Vera shot him a look.

"Anyways, let me show you guys where you're sleeping," Harry started to go up the stairs, the other boys followed.

"Didn't know flats could have two-stories," Zayn whistled, "nice."

Harry led them inside a medium-sized room, with a bed in the middle of the room. The room's walls were littered with old records and CDs, from Room 93 to Back to Black to the Good Girls EP. It seemed like he did some painting, some parts of the room had splotches of gray, some had white and some had blue.

The bed was a simple black, no designs or anything. He had a desk with a laptop and tea bags all over the desk.

"Wow," Niall said breathlessly as he went to go look at all the albums on the wall. He ran his fingers over them excitedly, tracing every groove in the records, or the smoothness of the CD. "Who's this?" Niall came to an old photo on the wall.

"Oh that," he smiled faintly, "that's me, my sister, Vera," he started naming off random people as he pointed to them,"we all went to California together."

"How old were you in this?" Louis peered closely at the photo.

"I was sixteen."

"Damn, you were a little cutie when you were sixteen." Niall laughed, "so this is where we're all sleeping?"

"Yep. Either on the bed or the floor, your pick."

"Bed," Niall, Louis and Zayn chorused.

"I sleep naked." Niall blurted.

"Great, so we can compare our dick sizes tonight then."

"We're not twelvies, Harry." Zayn rolled his eyes.

"Speak for yourself, Zayn!" Louis and Harry high-fived, and Harry already knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep.

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my respect for zayn is about as gone as his hair ok

qotd: if you have read The Outsiders, who is your favorite character (don't spoil pls)

aotd: sODAPOP BLESS