I love you (REBOOTED) - COMPLETE

11 - Argument!

The next morning, Larry isn't drunk. Wow. Of course, however, he has a severe hangover. Every little noise makes him groan in pain.

You arrive in the kitchen, and Paige looks back over her shoulder at you. "Hello, love. Want some tea?"

You smile. "Yes, please."

"Tony. Y/N wants some tea."

Tony rolls his eyes and begins to put a teabag in the cup.

"Crazy night." She mumbles, glancing over at Larry.With a smile, you nod.

She hums and stands up, stretching, and walks to Tony. She gets your cup of tea and gives it to you.

"Here." She smiles.

"Thanks." You glance into the cup. Thankfully, the healthy gang are nowhere to be seen. They get ever so sad if someone else makes the tea: unfortunately their tea making skills are not the best. In fact, most of the time, you end up with something reminiscent of ink and sludge. Usually, they can coax everyone into drinking it, by telling Paige they got creative in the kitchen, Tony that it took them a long time, Shrignold that it was made with love, Colin... Colin doesn't drink it.

Speaking of Shrignold, he frolicks in without a care in the world. "Good morning, my lovely friends! What a beautiful morning! Makes me want to sing!" He takes a deep breath, as though he's going to burst into song.

"SHUT UP." Larry shouts. "It's 9 in the bloody morning."

"Larry!" Paige says. "No need to be so rude to Shrignold!"

Tony places a hand on her shoulder. "Darling?"

"Hm?"

"He has a point."

"Can I get on with my dance routine? I've been practicing all night." Shrignold smiles proudly.

"Well, excuse me for trying to promote some creativity!" Paige returns. "This house is so dreadfully boring without the likes of me and Shrignold!"

"Why? What do you do that's so special? Paint on the walls?" Robin looks over his newspaper.

"At least I dont sound like a 14 year old who drowned in a bucket of cheese graters." She glared in his direction.

"Guys, dont-" you start.

"Shut up, Y/N, who even are you?" Robin says. "Why are you even here? Why don't you leave?"

"Guys! Please! I just want to do my tap dance!" Shrignold says. "I didn't realise how much silliness this would cause!"

Everyone turns to stare at him. It's silent for a moment. Then everyone starts screaming at each other.

It goes on for a few minutes, until someone enters the kitchen and shouts for everyone to shut up while banging a drum.

"Look at me everyone!" Harry says, stood on the table, holding the drum in his hand. "What is the meaning of this silliness!"

Everyone's voice overlaps as they tell on each other.

"Ah! No! One at a time!" He turns and looks at you. "Y/N. You're mature enough to tell me what happened."

"So basically Shrignold wanted to do a dance for us all and Larry shouted at him so Paige defended him and then Tony said Larry was right and Paige got mad and then Robin was being mean to everyone and then they started shouting."

"Don't forget the part where Paige said I sounded like cheese graters!" Robin butts in. "That's an important part."

"I actually said you sounded like a 14 year old who drowned in a bucket of cheese graters." Paige says. "And anyway, you were really horrible to Y/N."

"Okay." Harry sighs. "Shrignold, you can do your dance. Larry, apologise to Shrignold. Tony, apologise to Paige. Paige, apologise to Robin. Robin, apologise to... everyone you offended."

There are some mumblings of half hearted 'sorry' throughout the kitchen.

"Good. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Shrignold. Do your little dance." Harry jumps off the table. Shrignold shakes his head.

"I don't want to perform it now." He smiles. "I'm going to teach it to everyone instead so all our hearts can be united!"

It's silent for a second.

"Oh, is that the time? Paige, don't we have to go... uh... park the car?"

"Oh, yes. I just remembered that." The two leave.

One by one, everyone gives BS excuses, until it's just you, Harry, and Shrignold.

He sighs sadly until he sees the two of you.

"You'll learn my dance, Harry, Y/N, won't you?"

"Will this enroll us in your cult?"

"It's a family, dear, not a cult. And no! I wouldn't do that, Harry, you're too smart!"

"So you target people who dont know any better?" He asks. "You admit it?"

"Yes! Now, dears, this is one I choreographed many years ago. For a man and a woman!" He smiles. "Harry, place your hands on Y/N's waist..."

Neither of you would like to admit it, but it was fun. Harry isn't exactly a graceful creature, and he stood on your toes a lot, but the way he blushed and apologised made it okay. And Shrignold was having even more fun than the two of you.

With a strange beginning to the day, you ended up having lots of fun.