Downfall [lwt]

Chapter Six - Turn The Night Up

I walk out of the arena feeling like I am going to burst with happiness. Not only did I just witness my favorite band perform, but they mentioned me at their concert. My phone was buzzing with texts and calls the whole time, but I didn't care.

I sit on the curb for a while and check my unanswered texts and calls. Guess who they're all from? Zayn. 

To Zayn:

Look, I understand you're sorry and all. But you're not my boyfriend and you don't control me. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. xx

 

I get up and brush my pants off in fear that I have stuff on my arse. I guess I have to call a cab to take me home... I thought as I type in the cab company's number. The cab is there in literally 10 minutes which by that time, traffic dies down.

I direct him to my apartment building and he drives there without any conversation. I throw him the money and thank him, yet again and set out to my apartment. I unlock the door and the scent of vanilla is still in the air. It's arousing, yet relaxing at the same time.

I turn on the shower head and plug my phone into its charger. I take out my iPod and let it blast loudly as I hop into the shower. I shower and open the shower curtains to reveal a steamy bathroom. I put on plaid pajama pants and a black tank top before towel drying my hair.

As my hair was drying I turn on the television and mindlessly flip through the channels. I hear a thumping of footsteps and curiousity gets the best of me and before I know it, I'm opening my door. "Liam, is that you?" I hiss grabbing my leather jacket and shutting the door. 

"Yeah! I need a little help here." Liam whispers. I go and see Niall crouched down on the floor coughing, Harry bumping into walls, and Louis hysterically laughing at the other three. "I'm positive Niall drank too much and he will probably throw up any minute, now..."

 "Wait, aren't you guys 3 years away from drinking?"

"Yes, but when you're Pierced Direction, you can do whatever. Will you just help me get them up?" I nod and steady Harry as he falls onto my left shoulder. He nuzzles his head into my neck and starts giggling.

You have got to be kidding me I huff as Niall hunches over and coughs so more.

"He's going to be sick!" Liam panics and fumbles getting the key into the slot. He opens the door and a very drunk Niall stumbles to the toilet to throw up whatever he drank.

I crouch down and Harry falls onto the floor deeply laughing. Louis is still in fits of laughter when I try to get him up. "Lou, come on. Get up!" I struggle as Liam pulls him up. Louis somehow puts his head in the crook of my neck, as well as Harry and it's hard to balance both of them.

They both practically put all of their weight on me as I stumble towards their apartment door. As soon as we get into the apartment, they fall on the floor complaining about how their head or stomach hurts. "This is what happens when you drink." I sigh pulling Harry onto the couch. 

I go to grab Louis but he rolls away on the ground still laughing. "You seriously think this is funny?" I huff again trying to pick him up off the floor.

"It's tough, isn't it?" Liam chuckles grabbing Louis and steadying him.

"Yeah, I don't know how you do it." I laugh as Liam laughs with me.

"Do you think he could stay in your room for tonight? I already have Harry and a very sick Niall to deal with and I don't think I can deal with Louis." Liam rolls his eyes.

Ilaugh and ask, "You really want me to take him?"

"Unless you want to stay here with Niall-" 

 I look over to the bathroom where Niall grunts and violently throws up again. I turn to Liam and shake my head. "Ew. No thanks."

"That's what I thought. " Liam chuckles and pushes Louis towards me. I take Louis to my room and sit him on the couch.

He yawns and says, "I'm tired."

"I bet. You're going to have a killer hangover when you wake up." I laugh as he lays down and cuddles into the couch. I grab a pillow and blanket and push his head forward in order for me to slide the pillow between his head and the couch arm.

I throw the blanket over his body and take off his shoes. I stare down at him and reality hits me. Louis Tomlinson of Pierced Direction is sleeping on my couch... I turn off the television and it takes all of my energy not to fangirl. I lock the door and take off my jacket and slip into bed.

I turn off the lights and I find myself getting enveloped in a somewhat deep sleep.

SO THIS CHAPTER WAS SORT OF A FILLER BUT OMG THE MEMORIES... xxx

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