Breathing For This (Sequel To Trembling Hands)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

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~Louis’s POV~

“What about this one?!” I cheered, putting a long, fire-engine red wig on my head

“You look like a slutty Shirley Temple” Harry laughed, “What about this one?” he asked, putting on a green mohawk.

“You look like a horrible 80s rocker” I laughed

“Hey guys! What about this one?” Liam called

“Get that one” I chuckled; his wig was short, poufy, and purple with what looked like a stuffed animal crawling out of it.

“Alright, I’ll keep looking for Zayn” Liam laughed

“Harry, did you find one for Brielle yet?”

“I did, but I’m not sure if she’d like it” he sighed

“Show me” I smiled encouragingly

He held up am EXTREMELY long, Rapunzel-like, light blue wig with a built in flower headband and a matching “boy” one for Niall.

“They’re perfect!” I cheered, “Good job, Hazz!”

“You think so?” he smiled

“Yes!” I said, patting him on the back, “Now we only need for you, me, and Zayn”

We continued our search through thousands of wigs, I guess having connections could be really helpful, but we had no idea this many wigs even existed! Eventually Liam found the perfect wig for Zayn… it was a HUGE yellow quiff that we all found hilarious.

“Alright, now we only need for you two” Liam said

After a few more minutes of searching, Harry pulled out a curly clown wig for me, claiming that it was perfect for me with a grin… I didn’t argue, so I decided to keep that one.

“I can’t find anything I want” Harry complained

“We’re in a room with more wigs Lady Gaga” I laughed, “Find something”

“Found one!” he cheered after a few minutes

I turned to look at him; he was wearing a wig that was basically a bald cap with a cat laying on top…

“O-okay then….” I said, glancing at Liam, trying to hold back laughter

“Alright, let’s go!” Liam cheered

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~Zayn’s POV~

“Hello, Paul?” I said once I heard the other line click on

“At your service” he laughed

“Well… you know how you said you love Woody?” I hinted

“You want me to come take care of him, don’t you?” he accused

“Actually, we want you to keep him” I said, “We can’t take care of him with everything going on, and Brielle feels comfortable when he’s with you”

“Wow…” he muttered, “Sure, of course I’ll take him. My kids are going to be so happy”

“Thank you!” I smiled, “Can you come get him from the hospital now?”

“Sure! I wanted to stop by anyway, my wife and I made a little basket for Brielle with some stuff to keep her busy when you guys aren’t there” he said