Running Bases With You

Chapter 15

*Louis' POV*

"LOUIS!"

I groan and sit up from my uncomfortable position on my bed. I wipe the saliva from my face feeling disgusted, and stand from my spot. I slowly, and quite clumsily, pull my bedroom door open and walk out into the hallway.

"Niall? Is that you, mate?"

He comes out of the kitchen with an open beer bottle in his hand. He turns his head towards me and smiles a bit, but when he takes in my tired, slumped over body, a deep frown etches into his features.

"Louis? What's wrong?" He asks, concern lacing through his words.

I shake my head. "I'd rather not talk about it. What are you doing here?"

He runs his fingers through his slightly messy blonde hair and sighs heavily. "Harry sent me over to come check on you. He said you weren't feeling too great, so I thought maybe you'd wanna lie in and just chill out for awhile."

I run my hands over my face and rub my eyes. "I dunno, Niall. I'm not really in the mood for anything right now."

He huffs. "That's exactly what Harry said that you would tell me."

I roll my eyes. "Of course it is.."

He laughs a little. "Either way Tommo, I promised Harry I'd help you out, so what game is it gunna be? COD or FIFA?"

I groan and plop down on the couch annoyed. Why me?

"Neither."

He rolls his eyes. "That wasn't an option Louis, pick one or I'll pick for you."

I glare at him for a few moments before finally giving in. "FIFA."

He grins. "Thought so. I'll go order some pizza."

I shake my head. This is gunna be a long night....

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"Ah, c'mon! What the hell, he just missed an open goal!"

Niall continues yelling at the television while I continue to whoop his stupid ass for the fourth time in a row. Damn, I'm good.

"No. NO. NO! DAMN IT LOUIS!"

Niall stands up and throws his controller at me, which I barely dodge in time before it hits me in the nose. Boy, is he pissed.

"Oi! Watch it!" I bite back trying not to laugh at his childish behavior.

"Uhg, I give up." He huffs and plops down on the couch.

"Well," I look sideways at him. "What do you wanna do now?"

He sits and thinks for a moment. "Wanna watch a movie?"

I hesitate, but I'm too bored to say no. "Sure. Put in...Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two."

"Alright, but you're making popcorn!" He points at me and waves me off towards the kitchen.

I roll my eyes and drag myself into the kitchen, but I halt when I faintly hear my phone start ringing from my bedroom.

"I'll get it!" Niall shouts from the living room and I hear him make his way down the hallway.

I shrug my shoulders and grab a bag of popcorn from the cabinet. I put it in the microwave, push the popcorn button, and lean back on the counter to wait for it to finish popping.

"Oh, hey!"

I turn around confused when I hear Niall laughing like a hyena, as always. The microwave beeps, but it doesn't make me forget about Niall. I mean, who could forget about someone laughing like they're close to dying in my living room? It's not very easy to forget about.