Peekaboo Harry • HS

Wanderlust 2 • Just What I Needed

AN: I know most of you don't read my notes, but I'd like to repeat that I'll be publishing the sequel in this book as well. I've made the mistake of publishing in another book before and lost tons of readers afterward, so I'm avoiding that this time around. So yes, please don't expect me to publish a new book because everything is happening in this book.

A Merry Christmas to everyone! Happy reading xx

Love,

Jac

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"Annedrew," Liam used his 'codename' for their tallest bandmate ("Andrew with a double N and an E, in honor of my mother," Harry insisted). "Why can't you remember where you went? You never talk about it." The alcohol was doing crazy stuff to his brain. Usually, drinking made him feel better, but now, all he wanted to do was sulk.

Harry sighed, probably tired of this question. But Liam couldn't help it, especially not when his system was flooded with alcohol. How could he not ask? It was the only time he can actually hope for an answer—unlike with what happened with Sophia, where she just upped and left him. Sure, she explained, but somehow, he had a feeling she wasn't being completely honest about her "I need to find myself" reasoning.

"There's nothing to say, Neeson," Harry replied, calling him by his codename (for obvious reasons), taking a sip of his drink. He looked drunk too, although he could tell that his green drink wasn't a Flaming Lamborghini. It wasn't even spiked. It was a fucking smoothie, and that made Liam relieved and a bit pissed off. He slouched his long frame on the counter, resting his head on his knuckles. "I wish I could tell you exactly where. All I know is that I miss it. I'm missing something."

Liam felt his eyes water, and it wasn't because of the shots he just had. It wasn't even because of the heat. Why can't he just find the perfect woman for him? Wasn't he the perfect boyfriend? He would've given Sophia the world had she asked for it. "I miss her so much."

"Me too," Harry mumbled in a voice too quiet to hear.

"What?"

"I mean, I need a number two of this drink," Harry said quickly and began coughing. "Whoah, what do they put in these smoothies!"

Figuring that Harry wouldn't talk sense for the rest of the night, Liam shifted his attention away from his curly-haired friend and scanned the bar.

On the far side of the counter sat someone who resembled Louis, if it weren't for his blonde wig, blonde mustache, and a dark pair of glasses. Ignoring the weird vibe he was getting from the man, Liam deduced that the liquor was playing games with his vision, and it was indeed his friend. Jumping lima beans, Liam thought. They really went with the disguise. And here he was, no one even caring if he was Liam Payne.

This wasn't how his first vacay was supposed to be.

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Louis couldn't help but feel pathetic at how their night was going. For starters, the people who wanted to go the bar (Neeson and Harold) only went so they could brood. He had assumed that they wanted to drink and celebrate (and why the fuck was Harry drinking a green smoothie in a damn bar was lost on him), but he was dead wrong. He listened in on their conversation for a bit, but he didn't like what he heard. As usual, Harry was always so vague with his answers. He could rival Zayn's "mysterious" persona bullshit with all the evasive reactions about his unannounced disappearance.

Resisting the urge to scratch his fake blonde stache, Louis wondered how Niall pulled it off. He was at his complete zen in full costume. He was wearing his fat suit, a prosthetic nose, a pair of glasses, and a horrible wig of brown hair. If he didn't know it was his 22-year-old buddy, Niall "Horace" would be part of the crowd he was in — a group of flabby old men. Louis grimaced. He agreed to the costumes to entice more women without worrying about being stalked by a fan, not so Niall can play poker with no holds barred.