Elounor's baby

Stag night

A/N: Stag night is just another way of saying bachelor party.

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Louis' profile:

"Alright, Lou, you can take the blind fold off." Harry said patting me on the back.

I took the tie off my head to see we were in a pub.

"Wow lads, what a night." I said sarcasticly.

Harry smacked me on the back. "Wait till we get some booze in you."

Liam walked behind the bar and walked back with a box. "We had these made as well."

I opened the box and pulled out a black shirt that had 'Game Over!' written in big white letters.

"You've planed everything, haven't you?" I asked.

Zayn threw his arm around my neck. "That's not all."

Niall then pulled out stag antler head bands. "Get ready for the night of your life!"

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After several pints of beer we were wearing the head bands, shirts and were laughing like mad.

"I love my El," I drunkenly slurred. "She's my sunshine."

The boys awwed.

"He's gone soft on us." Liam hiccuped.

Niall raised his pint class in the air. "I say we get him even more drunk!"

Just as we ordered another round of drinks, two female police officers in skimpy uniforms walked in and over to us.

I knew what was coming.

"Which one of you is Louis Tomlinson?" One asked with a smirk.

The lads pointed to me. "HE IS!"

I glared at Harry. "I thought I told you 'no strippers'!"

My eyes went wide when the girl removed their tops.

Harry just smiled and shrugged. "Sorry mate. Rules are made to be broken, anyway I'm sure Danielle planned something just as fun for the ladies."

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"Enjoying yourself, mate?" Niall laughed.

I was hammered and could bearly see straight. "Yeah, never better."

"HEY, COME ON YOU TWO, WE'RE DOING SHOTS OVER HERE!" Liam shouted from the other end of the bar.

Me and Niall walked over and joined him, Harry and Zayn. We grabbed the shot glasses and counted.

"One, two, three."

We downed the drinks in seconds.

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Robin Thicke's 'Blurred lines' began to play.

"Come on, lads, let's dance." Zayn said beging to dance.

If you can't hear what I'm trying to say

If you can't read from the same page

Maybe I'm going deaf,

Maybe I'm going blind

Maybe I'm out of my mind