Trapped 5: Happily Ever After *Sequel To Trapped 4: You've Changed My Life*

Chapter 23-Hung Over

I married a freaking asshole........

*Eleanor's POV*

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" I giggle as I begin tickling Casey, causing her to squeal because she doesn't like to be tickled.

"Babe!" Louis calls.

I exit the nursery to see Louis and the boys groaning in pain. A large pile of empty beer bottles is in the middle of the lounge. Niall and Harry look like they're about to puke. Louis looks fine as he finishes probably his 50th beer or so and Zayn, well, he looks lost.

"What happened?" I gasp, "did you guys get hit with a bus or something?!?"

"I'm fine!" Zayn yells.

"Wow you are really loud," I mumble as I cover my ears.

So apparently a sign that Zayn's drunk is that he's obnoxiously loud. Really, really loud.

"How much did you guys drink?" I wonder.

"Umm somewhere between 20 to 30 beers each," Niall groans as he clutches his stomach, looking as though he's either gonna get sick, pass out, or maybe even both.

"You guys look terrible. You all look sick," I state as I begin gagging from the strong stench of the alcohol, "what happened to Danielle and Liam?"

"He took her to bed with him because she was really tipsy," Harry begins.

"You think she's tipsy? Look at yourself!" I scold.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Niall grumbles.

"I'll go get you a trashcan," Louis replies as he begins to get up.

Louis takes about five steps away from where he was previously sitting and then he falls down flat on his face in the hallway. I gasp when I hear the thump and then I hear the horrendous sound of Niall puking. Ew....

"Oh my god are you OK?" I ask Niall when I turn to see that he puked in one of the empty cardboard boxes that previously contained the beer bottles which are now scattered on the lounge floor.

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Louis mumbles.

"I was referring to Niall," I state.

"Don't you care about me?" He asks.

"No. Considering you're making all of them suffer," I snap.

Thank god Niall didn't puke on the floor. I sure as hell wouldn't wanna clean it up, although considering I'm the only sober one, they'd probably make me. So Louis' clumsy when he's drunk, Zayn's loud, Harry and Niall get sick because the get carried away with how much alcohol the intake and Liam, well, we don't really know what happens when he's drunk because he's never actually gotten truly drunk yet.

"Louis fuck you," Harry groans, "you know my weakness."

"Liz is gonna kill you," I shake my head, disappointed with Harry.

"I'm sorry but I can't help it. It only takes a couple to get me hooked to drinking and then I get carried away."

"She's already pissed at me because I got you drunk Harry!" Louis yells as he raises his hand, still laying in the same spot when he fell, not seeming to want to get up anytime soon.

"Wait, when did I talk to Liz last?" Harry asks, seeming to slowly become sober, although he still looks a bit green.

"Like an hour ago," Niall groans, his head still hanging over the cardboard box.

"Oh god.........." Harry gasps, "I was talking to her drunk wasn't I?"

"You called her a slave," Louis adds.

"Uh oh............ Louis I'm gonna kill you!!!!!!" Harry suddenly yells as he hops out of his seat, sits on top of Louis, and begins wringing his neck.

"Harry stop it!" I yell as I try to pry him off of Louis' back, "killing Louis isn't gonna solve any of our problems."

"Yes it will!" Niall argues, causing Harry to chuckle, but I quickly slap his arm in disapproval.

"Hey he said it. Not me," Harry replies as he holds his arms up in defense.

Geez. If it wasn't for me being here these guys would be in prison for either drinking or attempting to murder their band mates.

*Liz's POV*

I rest in my bed, waking up with a major headache. I begin to toss and turn when I suddenly feel someone's arm slithered around my waist. I feel his warm breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps.

"Harryy," I moan.

I turn so I'm facing him and then I realize something.

"You're not my husband," I state, my eyes shooting wide open.

"Good morning," he smiles.

"AHHH!!!!" I scream when I unexpectedly fall out of bed, "Jay what the hell are you doing here?!?!"

"I wanted to see you because I hate seeing you upset. Aren't you happy to see me?"

"I am when I'm awake," I complain, "you scared the hell out of me. I nearly had a heart attack!"

I then remember that I never fell asleep in bed. I cried myself to sleep on the couch. So that means that Jay must've come in after I fell asleep and just carried me to bed because I'm still in the same clothes that I was wearing yesterday. He took a flight to London just so he could see me because I was upset. That is so freaking sweet!

*Harry's POV*

Liz probably hates me right now. I called her a slave for crying out loud! She's probably so upset with me, although I don't blame her. I still feel like shit.........all thanks to Louis Tomlinson......

I get up off of Louis, feeling as though I'm gonna pass out. I walk into the nursery, seeing that Dylan and Daisy are both fast asleep. I creep over to their cribs to give them a kiss goodnight. I kiss Dylan's temple and then nearly fall into the crib because of my drowsiness. To stop me from falling and crushing my son on impact, I grip the railing of the crib for support.

I leave Dylan and begin walking over to Daisy, feeling as though my legs are about to give out on me. My eyes are so heavy I can barely keep them open long enough to see where I'm going. I take one more step and trip over something large and metal, probably the crib. I yelp in pain and crash on the floor, getting a nice rug burn on my knees. That's gonna hurt like hell in the morning but right now I don't care. I'm extremely tired right now.

I groan and begin to get up to my feet but then fall over just as fast, my body not being able to stand for even a second. Oh fuck it I'm sleeping here. Even though the floor is extremely uncomfortable, I could care less at this point.

*Eleanor's POV*

I push the nursery door open to hear the sound of snoring. I quickly peer out into the hallway, thinking Louis fell asleep, but then I remember that he doesn't snore. I flick on the light switch to see Harry passed out next to Daisy's crib.

I walk over to Harry, careful not to wake him, just to make sure that he's asleep. I grip his hair and yank his head up to see that his eyes are fully closed. He's breathing but there's no one home inside. A sly grin appears on my face and an evil idea pops into my mind. This is payback for you getting drunk even though it's Louis' fault and for being rude to Liz.

I take some spray and spray it in Harry's hair, turning his hair electric blue, an extremely bright blue. I put some mascara, eyeliner, blush, eye shadow, and lipstick on him before proceeding to painting his nails bright pink. Harry's gonna kill me in the morning but while I'm still alive I've decided to have a little fun with him. No worries the hair spray comes out......eventually.........

After I'm finished with my masterpiece, I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures. These pictures will surely be trending on Twitter tomorrow morning. I give Casey a kiss goodnight before exiting the nursery, shutting the light off on my way out.

"Sleep tight Harry," I giggle before I shut the door completely.

Ahh sweet, sweet revenge...........

Watch out Louis, you're next...........