Harry groaned as his head fell into his arms, pounding as he sat at the kitchen table.
"Where the fuck is my Jersey?!" Zayn shouted as he walked an around the house.
"Shut the fuck up and lower your voice!" Harry hissed, his curls pulled into a bun as he dealt with the aftermath of a hangover.
"Oops sorry mate. How are you holding up?" Zayn wondered, coming into the kitchen in just some pants.
Harry just mumbled something Zayn couldn't understand which made him chuckle.
"Zayn you fucking can't be yelling- some of us actually get headaches and shit." Shawn stated as he came into the kitchen too how, almost as bad as Harry was.
"We have a game today you idiots." Zayn reminded them.
"Shut up." Harry whispered.
"Whatever, we can manage- a couple green drinks into your systems and a cold shower and you'll be right as rain... sorta." Zayn shrugged, getting the blender out.
"No no no no- don't you dare turn that on!" Harry whined as he sat up but had to freeze from getting up too fast.
"Not cool Z." Oli hummed as he and Louis walked into the kitchen now too.
"You guys needa chill. This will help." Zayn held his hands up in defense.
"Zayn's right we do needa try and get out of this- but if you're gonna turn the blender on mate at least let us leave." Louis pitched in, walking behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Immediately Harry tensed up at this movement especially when he felt Louis softly kiss the back of his neck.
"You're tense." Louis couldn't help but notice.
"I just- well uhm..." Harry tried to say but wasn't able to get it out.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Louis wondered.
"Are you still drunk?" Harry fired back.
"You're fucking insane if you think I'm still drunk Harold." The shorter one laughed.
"I was just asking." Harry shrugged, before letting out a sigh as he stretched, his body feeling sore from last night...
"I call the first shower." He yawned, trying to pull from Louis's hold.
"I'll join you."
Harry quickly looked at Louis who looked right back.
"What?"
"It'll save water babe- eco friendly." Louis winked and clicked his tongue before leading the way towards the bathroom.
Wearing a confused look on his face, Harry followed after Louis well aware that all the other boys were watching him do so.
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Harry was physically drained. Last night not only did he get drunk and get fucked by Louis- but they just finished their football game and lost by two points and god did Harry's body hurt.
Everything ached as truthfully he wasn't sure he'd even be able to change out of his jersey. Instead Harry just laid there on the grass, some of his curls sticking to his forehead as he had just taken his helmet off to breathe, the rest spread out on the grass.
"Harryyyy." Niall sang as he gently nudged the boy's side.
"What?" Harry mumbled, his eyes closed as he felt as though he could just fall asleep right here.
"Come on mate- you needa get up. Change out and then come join us for dinner." Niall explained.
"Uhm... dinner with who- and didn't we loose?" Harry recalled.
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What The F*ck {L.S.}
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Harry decided to close his eyes again until after a bit something came over and blocked the sun from his face. "I wanna say something but I genuinely don't know what to say." Louis truthfully shared as he stared down at Harry. "This...
