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twenty

"Can we go and see the orangutans again?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because we've already been to see the orangutans. Twice."

"But-"

"No."

"But they're-"

"No."

"But Harryyyy!" I whined. "They're my favourites! Louis would let me…"

"That's because Louis's going to get some tonight if he lets you go back there, which is why we decided that I shall be the zoo guide," Harry quipped. My mouth fell open as I stared at him, a smirk covering Louis' face as he nodded in agreement. "I need a piss."

"Charming," I scoffed, Louis chuckling beside me and kissing the top of my head. "Erm, so do I, actually…" I eyed the rundown, deserted looking block of toilets. "Why's this place so empty?"

"Because it's a weekday, it's winter, and we're by the flamingos," Louis grinned. "Kids are in school, normal people are at home in the warm, and no one wants to see the flamingos."

"I like flamingos!" Harry argued.

"Manly," I smirked, patting his arm. "Those toilets look like something out of a horror film urgh. Oh my God it does though, it looks like the toilets out of Halloween! …Protect me, Lou?" I pouted at him.

"Awww," he laughed. "Sorry love, Harry'll have to save you from Michael Myers, I'm starving! I'll go get us a table in there, alright?" he pointed over to the café. I sighed, nodding my head as Louis leaned forward and kissing my forehead before he walked towards the small building. I looked over at Harry and pouted.

"…No. No, don't give me that look. I'm pissing in the bloke's bit!" he covered his eyes with one of his hands, the other stretched out in front of him as he tried to feel his way to the toilets. I rolled my eyes at him, wrapping my fingers around his and making sure no one was around before pulling him into the toilets with me. "Cass what are you-"

"I am not going in there on my own, what if there's some psycho killer lurking inside?! You go first!"

"What, so they kill me instead?!" he scoffed. "You'd miss me if I wasn't here, Payne. And you'd have to forever live with the knowledge that it's your fault I'm dead."

"Pretty sure I'd get over it," I shrugged my shoulders. "Just stand guard or something. Pee in the sink." I pointed, stepping into the cubicle and pulling a face at the graffiti covering the walls.

"How about no?" Harry chuckled, and I heard him open the door of the stall next to mine. "What if someone walks in, can you imagine the headlines? Heartthrob caught in ladies toilets with best friend's girlfriend."

"Heartthrob?" I questioned. "What heartthrob? Zayn's the hottest and he's not here."

"Don't try and be smart, Cassidy!" Harry called. I smirked to myself and flushed the toilet, stepping out of the cubicle and going to wash my hands. Harry walked out behind me, zipping his jeans up as the door swung shut behind him. "Do you really think Zayn's hot?"

"Wash your hands," I ignored his question. He frowned, stepping up to the sink next to me and turning the tap on. I looked around for a hand dryer and, finding none, I turned back to Harry and dried my hands on his jumper. I giggled when he looked at me in shock, before he smirked and shut the tap off.

"Come here, Cass…"

"No," I shook my head, backing away. Harry reached out and grabbed hold of me, his wet hands tickling my sides. "Let go!" I shrieked, swatting at his arms as I squirmed to get away from him. "Harry stop it!" I giggled. He chuckled, his hands becoming still on my waist and his forehead pressed against mine.