The video at the top is Zayn protecting Liam, even though this is a Larry fan fic, they'll be some Ziam because I just, I ship it you know?
Adorable warning: there will be adorable moments in this chapter. If you don't like that than um, I don't know, why do you like One Direction and Larry if you don't like adorable stuff cause, it's all flipping adorable. 1157 words!! Yay!
When the boys arrived at their flats, paparazzi was surrounding them, asking for a picture or asking loads of questions, they all wanted something, and that was to have One Direction as their next headline article.
"One Direction! Can I talk to you please?!" one reporter shouts, waving his hands to try to get around all of the other camera man. The boys stop and turn around, looking at the guy with the big camera, giving a slight smile that turned into a grim frown.
"Okay boys, a few questions please! Harry, are you and Taylor secretly dating?!" Harry shakes his rapidly and laughs. "Niall?? Are you truly happy!?" Niall smiles and nods, looking at his four best friends behind him."Liam! Zayn?! Are you two in love?!" They both glance at each other before each telling the reporter kindly to get his bum out of their properties.
"One more! Please!" He looks desperately at them and they all sigh, nodding. The reporter turns to Louis and says, "Do you hate Modest! management?" Louis looks taken back and then quickly smiles and walks away, into his flat, away from the rest of the world.
The next day, Louis woke to silence, the peaceful kind, the kind of silence that everyone needs and wants when they're tired, cranky, and annoyed; and Louis was all three of those things.
Of course, Harry had to ruin Louis' happy moment to himself by bursting into his room, shouting "LOUIS! OHHHHHHH BOOBEAR!! WAKE UP!"
Louis sits up, widening his eyes and looking his curly haired friend swaying back and forth on his feet. Harry was shirtless. He had literally only boxers on. Only.
Harry coughs, getting Lou's attention back on him and smiles like an idiot, waiting for the Doncaster-raised lad to get off his lazy bum and come eat the breakfast Harry had made. It was carrot cake, carrot juice, and carrots. Harry did this intentionally, seeing as on this day, One Direction had been a band for 5 years.
"Alright alright. I'm up." Louis said, getting up and stretching his long, lanky arms. He tumbles off the bed onto the ground, which was followed by a gasp and a small giggle.
"L-lou? Are you-- o-okay?" Harry asks in between laughs.
"Peachy." He replies.
"Or should you say, carroty?" Harry smirks.
"What are you talking about?"
"Go to the kitchen and see yourself." Louis nods, rushing downstairs to the breakfast Harry had prepared. He rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him, turning his head to Harry who shrugged sheepishly.
"Thanks Haz. But um, what's this for?" Harry gapes at Louis, who looks back at him with a confused expression.
"ITS THE FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF ONE DIRECTION!!!!" Harry shouts, awakening Louis completely. Louis mouths a small 'oh' and thanks Harry, eating all the carrot cake, and leaving the carrot juice and carrots sneakily on the ground outside, where birds could eat it.
Unluckily though, Harry sees this and scolds Louis, who simply replies, "what? Kevin can eat it!"
Meanwhile, Niall was walking around Liam's house, trying to find Liam's leftovers that he brought back from Nandos the day before. He keeps looking until he hears something that sounds like a 'squeak'. Niall looks behind the refrigerator to find a mouse eating the leftovers.
Niall lets out scream, a cry, and a shout all at the same time. Seconds later, he saw a completely covered Liam, followed by a shirtless Zayn, rushing down to Niall, who looked too scared to care that Zayn was in Liam's house.
"Niall! What are you- AAH! Mouse! Mouse mouse mouse mouse mouse mouse mouse mouse!" Liam squeals, jumping onto Zayns back, who lets out a scream and jumps onto a counter that Niall was currently curled up on.
"What do we do?" Zayn moaned to a slightly shaking Liam, who just looks at a petrified Niall, who answers "ca-ca-call 911..."
Liam looks at him with a "seriously?" expression, but Zayn does as told, calling 911 who was on speed dial for emergencies, and you know, having a mouse in your kitchen is definitely an emergency.
"Hello? 911 dispatcher, state your emergency-"
"There's a mouse in Liam's kitchen!" Niall squeals into the phone.
"Um, excuse me?"
"THERE IS A MOUSE IN LIAMS KITCHEN!!" He shouts again, this time more clearly and louder.
"Sir, this is not an emergen-"
"IT IS!!!"
"Goodbye sir, Liam, or whatever."
"ITS NIALL!" Niall shouts, his face turning a tint of pink and frustration.
"Goodbye."
"NO DONT-" she hung up. Niall looks at Liam in panic and while they exchange worried looks, Zayn braces himself and jumps off the counter, grabbing a pan.
"Zayn no!" Liam shouts dramatically, reaching his hand out like he was in slow motion.
"I love you guys." Zayn says to the two boys, who were sitting on the counter, shaking their heads.
"Goodbye..." and with that Zayn swings at the mouse with the pan, missing tremendously, swinging again, this time hitting his foot. He gives out a yelp of pain and Liam rushes to him and takes the pan, swinging it at the mouse, automatically hitting it and killing it at once. He then turns to Zayn, who had tears falling down his cheeks, holding his foot.
"Zayn! Are you okay?" Niall exclaims. After frantically wiping away the tears, Zayn finally answers, "yeah, good hit Liam."
"Eh, it was nothing." Liam boasts. Zayn snorts, and grabs some ice Niall had handed him.
"Thanks Niall. Thanks Liam." he says, limping upstairs with his shoulders slouched and his head down.
Niall turns to Liam and says, "boy, this weeks gonna be weird."
"Isn't everyday?" Liam responds. Niall shrugs, and they both head upstairs to check on Zayn, but before they do, Niall stops Liam, who looks at him with a confused expression.
"So, what was Zayn doing here? Did you guys sleep together? Awwww did you cuddle up and whisper sweet nothings to each other?!" Niall smirks, pretending to fangirl over them and faint dramatically. Liam just rolls his eyes and playfully punches the Irish lad, walking upstairs to Zayn who was sitting on Liam's bed, drawing on a sheet of paper.
Liam and Niall sit down with Zayn and they all talk, having a normal conversation, like there wasn't just a moment downstairs involving a mouse, pan, and 911 dispatcher.
Yet they all had the same feeling, the feeling that the week would only get weirder, worst, and oddly terrible.
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Fanfiction"Louis?" "Yes Harry?" "I thought being in One Direction was supposed to be the time of our lives." "It was." "What changed that?" "Management I think." "I don't like them." "Neither do I." "Why not?" "Because now we're torn." Being in One Direction...
