Louis Tomlinson
Niall has been Harry's right hand man since they were in high school. It's amazing, almost as if Niall was trained to handle Harry's affairs whenever he'd go on a holiday. He told me about how he could always trust the boys, especially Niall.
Now we're in the limo on our way to the airport where a private plane is waiting for us. The whole squad is here and we watched as Harry gave Niall the run-over. He pretty much acts like a mother right now and Niall's acting like her teenage daughter who just says yes to everything her mom says when she's leaving.
"When someone asks you where I am, what would you say?" He asked Niall who was looking out the window like he's got everything memorized.
"He's out on a holiday and business concerns should be left with me." He answered like he's done it a million times.
"And if my mom asks?"
"He's out on a holiday and I don't know when he's going to be back." He answered.
"And if my dad tells you anything?"
"No, sir."
"And if my parents threaten to fire you?"
"Ma'am/Sir, you can't fire me 'cause you didn't hire me." He giggled. Knowing Harry, he probably thought that the rhyme was a brilliant idea.
"And what did I say about house parties?" He asked. So is he really Niall's mom?
"The glass house is strictly for private gatherings. Big parties should be hosted at the hotel. If we were going to stay at your house, we have to make sure that everything's shiny by the time you get back."
"How about you, boys? Remember what I told you?" He pointed his fingers at Luke, Ash, and Mikey.
"No underage drinking without Niall supervision." They answered robotically.
"And if you break that rule?" Harry asked and they remained quiet.
"I'm confiscating your fake IDs. Got it?" They nodded.
"And no one can use my cars. Only Gemma can borrow them and Ash, please try and contain it when you're with my sister. No sex in my cars, please." Harry told Ashton.
"Roger that."
"Good. If anything goes wrong, and if something really important happens, call us. Niall, I'm putting you in charge. If anything--"
"Wait Harry, could you say that again?" Niall said with his phone directed towards Harry. He's recording it.
"I'm putting Niall in charge. If anyone of you, anyone, does anything stupid I'm going to cut his balls off when I come back. Capiche?" Harry took the phone and stopped the recording. Everyone nodded except Niall who looked completely terrified.
"Here we are," Ash said as we approached the airport entrance. They walked us to where the plane was. For a private plane, it's pretty huge.
"So I guess this is it? I'll see you guys in a week!" Harry told the guys after hugging them one by one. I did, too.
"You two have fun! Don't miss us too much!" They shouted.
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FanfictionLouis Tomlinson finds himself in a hotel room in Las Vegas with a ring around his finger and a marriage certificate which states that he's married to a man named Harry Edward Styles.
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