Harry P.O.V
My stomach literally felt like it was it was going to burst at the seams, I sat down in the driver's seat of my Audi Coupe, groaning.
“I feel like a pregnant woman going into labor,” I grumbled, as Niall popped into the passenger's seat.
Niall slammed the door, and matter-of-factly told me that he’d never had that feeling before. I swear, that boy could eat an elephant and still be hungry. I put the car in reverse, and pulled out of the parking lot, trying not to run over any of our adoring fans in the process. We were all heading back to Liam’s house to hang out with Spencer some more. She seemed pretty cool at breakfast, but I wanted to see what the other boys thought of her. Liam acted like she was the most amazing person in the universe, he thought her story was inspiring, or something, ever since he came home last night.
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Flashback to night before:
Our flat was left with the permanent stench of popcorn, due to all the movies we watched. All the lads were at Louis and my flat, minus Liam. Niall had developed a craving for pickles, and was too lazy to go out and buy them himself. I swear, that boy was like a pregnant woman sometimes. Anyway, our Daddy Directioner had gone out to buy them, and had yet to return, two hours later.
My thoughts were interrupted by a slight snore escaping Zayn. Louis kicked him, waking him up
“Wake up, Zaynie-Poo! We’re getting to the best part in the movie!” Louis shouted accusingly. “How could you possibly fall asleep right before the munchkins come on,” he rolled his eyes, “The nerve of some people...”
Louis had insisted we watched “The Wizard of Oz” even though we’d already seen it a milliontimes together. He threw a fit when we denied his requests, and eventually we had to give in. He acted like a 4 year old when he didn’t get his way, but of course we still loved him.
Zayn was sitting at Louis’ feet, and gave him a dirty look before turning his attention to the screen, muttering something under his breath.
“OHHH, THE MUNCHKINS!” Louis screamed, leaping off the couch, stepping on Niall in the process. He started dancing around, and I stood to join him. Zayn just rolled his eyes, before standing to go to the bathroom.
Just as Louis was reaching the climax of his sexy dance moves, the door cracked open, revealing Liam who was carrying a jar of pickles, much to Niall’s pleasure.
Niall shot up like a bullet, and sprinted over to Liam, grabbing the jar, almost knocking him over in the process. “GIVE ME THE PICKLES!” he shouted, before unscrewing the jar and shoving about 5 pickles the size of corndogs in his mouth.
“Well then,” Liam said, setting his phone down on the coffee table, plopping down on the couch next to me.
Louis shot him a where-have-you-been-the-last-two-hours-I-can’t-believe-you-missed-The-Wizard-of Oz look, before saying “I find it hard to believe that you were reviewing pickle choices for two hours. Where have you been, boy?”
“Probably with a hooker,” I said casually.
Louis scoffed, “Right, like our Liam would ever be caught with a hooker. He has his dignity, Hazz. He was probably at a strip club, getting it on,”
Liam shook his head, laughing, as Louis and I high-fived. Zayn came back into the room, his mouth open in disbelief. “What is this I hear about Liam getting it on with a stripper?!”
Liam’s lips formed a straight line, “Guys! It’s not like that! I was with a friend,” he continued, “She’s-”
I cut him off, “SHE?” Louis and I abruptly stopped laughing, “Did he just say she? As in a girl? Sassy!”
