Disclosure - a Ziall fanfiction

Chapter Eleven - Hung over

Hi guys. Just want to say that I really don't want to offend anyone with this chapter. It's a filler, and I'm sorry, but I need this chapter to make my story work, okay? You'll understand what I mean once you've read it. Just be angry with me by posting a comment if you want :)

Harry

“Harry, come give us a hand.”

Liam looked at me with a tired look on his face. Together with Eleanor, he was trying to get a very drunk Louis on his feet. The party was over, most people had gone home, and it was officially 2013. Liam, Niall and myself had promised Eleanor to stay to clean up afterwards, but Zayn had left with Perrie an hour before.

I sighed, got up from the chair, and grabbed Louis under the armpits. “God, he never knows when to stop, does he? On my count… One, two, three.”

Louis was barely conscious, and it was impossible to understand the flood of words that came out of his mouth as we slowly walked towards Louis’ bedroom.

“You seen Niall?” Liam asked, but in that moment we got the answer as Eleanor pushed the bedroom door open. Niall was laying on his back on the massive, twin sized bed, fully dressed, and completely passed out – but with a massive smile on his face.

“Um, okay, this doesn’t work...”

After some more struggling, we managed to put Louis in the bed in the other bedroom. Eleanor looked at us gratefully. “Thanks, boys.”

“No problem,” I smiled. “I can sleep next to Niall.”

“And I’ll take the couch,” Liam nodded against the living room. “Night, guys.”

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A lovely smell of bacon and a cheerful whistling woke me up the next morning. As I stumbled into the kitchen, I found Niall in front of the stove, trying to prepare bacon, fried eggs and French toast at the same time.

“Morning, early bird,” I smiled. “You seem happy today.”

“Yup,” he said, trying to flip over a piece of bacon. But as his other hand was busy with the French toast, the bacon flew out of the pan and landed on the floor instead.

“Here, let me take that.” I tossed the one on the floor in the bin, and grabbed the frying pan with bacon. “I can take this. So, did anything happen last night? What’s the reason for that huge smile on your face?”

“Nothing special…” He hesitated for a moment, then he said, “I sorted things out with Zayn last night. We, err, sort of… kissed.”

He looked worriedly, hesitantly, at me – as if he wasn’t sure what I’d think about it.

“No worries, mate. I won’t judge you.”

Niall let out a sigh, and took the finished eggs out of the pan.

“I think it’s good that you are finally on the same page. You are really crappy at hiding your feelings, Niall… we have all known for months how you feel about him.”

My encouraging little speech was interrupted as a very pale Louis stumbled into the kitchen, supported by his girlfriend. The sight and smell of the food made him gag, and Niall reached for the bin.

“Here, just in case.” He put it in front of Louis, as Eleanor filled a glass of water for her hungover boyfriend. “Drink some, love.”

Louis did as he was told, and looked up at Niall. “What are you so happy about? That whistling of yours is making a hole all through my brain.”

Niall laughed, as he always did whenever Louis said something.

“Seems like Ziall is finally a thing,” I explained.

“Good,” he nodded. “Finally. Maybe they’ll leave the three of us alone now.” He nodded against me, himself and Eleanor.

All the Larry-focus from our fans had been though on Louis. I hadn’t really bothered me, but it had been different for him. I sighed.

“You know they don’t mean it like that, Louis. They just want us to be happy.”

”I know they do.”

Me and Louis had been really close from the start, and I had admired Louis more than anything in this world. He had been like the brother I had always wanted, and with four sisters, I knew he had felt the same.

But when the fans started looking at us as more than brothers, and when the media picked up on that, it made everything really awkward. It made Louis wary, and he began acting differently around me when there were cameras around. All the way back in school, people had called him gay, and he was simply tired of defending who he was.

“Anyway, Niall,” he said with a rough morning voice. “You know we’ll support you to the end of the world and back, right? Whatever you choose to do?”

“Course,” Niall smiled, and dropped the spatula to give Louis a hug.

“Not sure if Zayn wants to be open about it, though. Last night, he promised me to break up with Perrie – but it’s really hard for him. We’ll see how it goes.”

I smiled encouraging at the youngest of my brothers.

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A/N: Sorry for boringness. New chapter coming very, very soon. And it's hopefully going to be awesome :) dedication goes to best comment!