The Troublemakers

Girls Night Out

*Katie's POV*

"Where do you think you're going?" Louis asks Lottie, Fizzy, and I.

"Out." I tell him.

"Out where?"

"Somewhere for a girls night." Lottie tells him.

"Why?"

'To celebrate my engagement!" Fizzy says.

"You're leaving me alone with a hyperactive child and a one year old?"

"I had to manage that. Only it was a few month old baby, not a one year old." I tell him.

"Fine, go. Just please come back in one piece."

"That's what designated drivers are for."

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The six of our shot glasses hit the table at the exact same time.

Fizzy's practically hanging off of me laughing. I've never seen her this drunk. It's kind of hilarious.

"I think you ladies have had enough to drink for one night." Perrie tells us, who wasn't drinking-for obvious reasons.

"No, just one more!" Lottie says.

"I don't think so." She grabs her and practically drags her to the door.

I hop off my bar stool and try to walk to the door. It's more of stumbling and tripping.

*Louis' POV*

The front door opening wakes me from my doze.

I quickly make my way to the entryway to see Perrie trying to help Fizzy in.

I sigh. "I got it, Perrie."

"Thank, Louis. Can you get the other two in for me?" she asks.

"Sure." I give her props for getting Fizzy this far considering she's seven months pregnant.

I get Fizzy to the closest guest bedroom and head outside to get either Lottie or Katie. I get to Perrie's car and see that Lottie will be easier to get first.

"C'mon." I say pulling her out and take her to the next closest guest bedroom. Our house has a lot of bedrooms.

"Night, Louis." she mumbles.

"Good night, Charlotte." I head back out one last time and get Katie out. "C'mon, babe."

I pull her out and pick her up bridal style. She's so small that it doesn't take much to get her drunk, and she's pretty drunk, so she must've drank a lot. For her anyways.

"You smell good." she mumbles into my chest.

"And what do I smell like?" I ask her.

"Like you."

I can't fight back a smirk. "At least I don't reek of alcohol."

I lay her down in bed, but she won't let go of me. Eventually, I give up in trying to loosen her grip and just lay down in bed next to her. Fortunately for both of us, she falls asleep in seconds.

*Katie's POV*

I wake up with my head pounding.

Did I really drink that much last night?

Ugh, it hurts to even think.

I groggily make my way downstairs and to the kitchen. The smell of food makes my stomach churn.

"Can we get the smell of food out of this house?!" I ask making my way into the kitchen.

"Mama!" Jordan yells.

"Louis, control your son." Fizzy mumbles.

"C'mon buddy, leave your mother and aunts alone." Louis tells him.

"Why?" Jordan asks.

"Because they don't feel good."

"Oh."

I hear him run out of the kitchen followed by something being placed down on the kitchen table. I look up and see a glass of water and Louis holding Advil in his hand.

"Thanks." I mumble and gratefully take the medicine.

"I promised you dad I'd take good care of you. I'm not gonna break that promise." he whispers and kisses my cheek.

I give him a small smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

By the end of the day, I've spent the whole day in bed.

"Mama." I hear Jordan say.

"Yeah baby?" I ask him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm feeling better now."

"Why were Auntie Lottie and Auntie Fizzy so sick?"

"Probably for the same reason."

"Oh."

"C'mon buddy, time for bed." Louis tells him and picks him up off the bed.

"Fine."

He returns a few minutes later and gets into bed. "You're welcome."

"What?" I ask.

"I took care of both the kids all day."

"Oh. Thank you. I can't believe I drank that much last night."

"Well, for you it probably was a lot considering that it doesn't take a lot to get you drunk."

I hit him.

"Ow!"

"That wasn't funny. Besides, I didn't hit you that hard."

"And you're a lot stronger than you think."

I know what he said is true about it not taking a lot to get me drunk, I can't deny it. I just don't like it when he points that out.

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AN

So, a girls night out.

It was difficult writing from Katie's POV when she's supposed to be drunk and hungover. I don't know what that's like! Obviously, I've never even been drunk.

So, I tried watching the TCA's last night on my computer, but it wouldn't let me. All I know is that the boys won 4/4 awards.

Oh, and that Harry freaking twerked.

I swear that boy has issues.

So, peace out!

Love you petite croissants!

-Sarah