Cradle Me Goodnight (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

My head was throbbing as I got up from bed. I clung to the wall, and walked out of the room. I trudged to the kitchenette, noticing Liam was passed out on the couch. He had an arm hanging off and the other covering his face. I smirked at his adorable self and continued. I searched the drawers and cabinets, and found nothing I needed. I grunted, which was louder than I thought.

“You alright?” I heard a groggy Wolverhampton accent.

I turned around and saw Liam with eyebrows raised, one eye open and a blanket tightly wrapped around him. My heart sank even more.

“Just looking for aspirin.” I shrugged.

Liam closed his eyes, like he was thinking, and said “follow me.”

I did as told and I saw him reach in his bag.

“Ibuprofen works better for hangovers.” He yawned handing me a small bottle.

I shook it and heard about 3 rattling inside.

I shook my head and handed them back.

“You barely have any left.” I said.

“Harry, you drink more than I do.” He insisted, handing me the bottle again.

I thanked him and went back to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I drank two pills and went back to the living room. Liam still had a blanket around him and he was on twitter.

“You’re so cute, Li.” I chuckled.

He looked up at me with slight confusion in his smile.

“Um, thanks? You too, Harry.” He returned the laugh.

I nodded then a door opened.

“Morning Zayn- whoa! Morning! I didn’t think you ever witnessed any time before 10 am!” I joked.

“Oh, shut up. I had to get out of there.” Zayn grumbled.

“Why? Poor little Irish boy giving you a hard time?” I pinched his cheeks.

He smacked my hands away.

“Yeah actually… with his farting!” he shouted towards the room, intending for Niall to hear.

Zayn pushed past me to the kitchenette.

Louis was next to exit and he jumped on the sofa from behind, tackling Liam along the way.

“LOU! CAREFUL!” Liam shouted yanking him off of him.

“Why? CAN’T HANDLE THESE MUSCLES PINNING YOU DOWN?” Louis shouted back pinning Liam.

Liam eventually gave in, and wrested him back. It was so intense, the sofa slid back and Liam’s phone that was on the coffee fell to the floor. Zayn came out of the kitchen and laughed with me. Should we have done something? Oh well. We moved the table out of the way, so that they didn’t get hurt.

“Louis, that’s not fair!” Liam called out as Louis put him in a headlock.

“Too strong for ya?” Louis laughed.

“YES! Okay, yes! Now get off!” Liam said, and Louis let go victoriously.

He got off the floor and dusted his hands off, when suddenly Liam comes out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground.

“OH! WHAT NOW!” Zayn and I say simultaneously.

“My money’s on, Lou.” Zayn says. “£5.”

“I’ll take that bet,” I shook Zayn’s hand. “LET’S GO LIAM!” I shouted to the two kids fighting.

Zayn and I were too into the fight, we didn’t notice a little Irish boy standing by the couch, arms crossed, and head tilted, wondering what he missed.