Niall Blurbs

Posting Bail

Niall was with his LA crew and things were getting a bit rowdy. The liquor never really stopped pouring. The girls came and went, but he wasn't focused on them. He was having one of the best nights of his life with some of his best friends (that weren't his boys of course. Louis, Harry, and Liam had his whole heart).

The bar was announcing final call and the lads all took one more shot before stumbling out of the club and into the street. "We need ta go to da parkin garage!" Niall slurred and leaned heavily on Deo (who was leaning on Niall just as heavily).

Willie came up on the other side of Niall, "We need ta get McD's." He huffed as the others come around as they stumble their way to the car park.

"Fuck, I need ta piss." Niall breaks away from his cousins, tripping over himself as he starts towards the corner. He'd piss real quick, get going.

What he wasn't anticipating was the cop going through and checking the parking tickets in windshields.

Niall's dick was out when the cop rounded the corner.

"What are you doing?" The cop frowned, walking closer.

Niall curses and tries to stop, but he was mid-stream and there was no way in hell he could just stop.

"Are you-are you urinating?" The cop sighed, "Finish up, hands on your head."

Niall cussed and shook before putting his dick back into his pants, he stumbled as he turns.

"How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?" The cop came up and pulled his cuffs off of his belt.

"Uh..." Niall looks at his cousins and the rest of his friends howling and piling into the SUV that pulled up. But the SUV waited, even though all the guys new what was going to happen.

Public indecency and public intoxication.

Niall was in cuffs and heading toward the police car. He tried to blink back his tears of embarrassment and some of slight fear.

American jail.

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Niall was sitting in a cell by himself and had to wait until his piss test came back.

"You're clean, Horan." The cop looked into the cell. "You can have your one phone call." He waited for Niall to put his hands into the slot to have the cuffs put on.

He had his personal belongings taken from him except his clothes—thank god. He knew he'd look like shit in the stupid stripes.

"Can I make long distance?" He asked, reciting the numbers in his head.

"Yeah."

He did the math and it had to be close to noon England time and he was praying Louis would be awake. The cop cuffed him to the desk so Niall has a hand to dial. He punched the digits into the phone and prays that Louis answers. He needed the stupid Englishman to answer the bloody phone.

"'Ello?" The sleepy voice came from the other end of the line.

"Praise Jesus." Niall breathed out, head still fuzzy. "Lou... I need you to bail me out. I'm in jail."

There is silence on the other end of the line. "Jail? American jail? Niall are you fucking around with me, you sound pissed." He yawned, starting to sound irritated.

"Louis, its me. Niall, your mate. In jail. Bail me out please." Niall huffed out and rubbed his forehead.

Another moment of silence before Louis bursted out howling on the other line. "Niall the CHURCH BOY is in JAIL. AMERICAN JAIL! For WHAT?!"

Niall pinches the bridge of his nose. "Public indecency and intoxication. I was pissing in a car park." He mumbled and flushed.

More howling laughter from Louis, he takes a couple breaths before speaking again, "Well mate, I'm in Donnie right now. But I'm sending an envelope with the uber driver."

"You're ordering me an uber?" Niall asked a bit dumbfounded.

Louis thumbed through his phone, "Yeah his name is Jake." He muttered to himself. "He's stopping by a friends house to pick up the cash. Is $6,000 enough? I think it is. I'm going to have to tip this guy so well." He sighed.

Niall felt relief but also a bit of uncertainty. An uber driver?

"All right. Jake the uber driver will be there in about 15 after the cash pick up. Good luck—oh for gods sake Jake! He took a wrong turn. He'll be there in thirty."

"Thanks Lou, I seriously appreciate it. I will obviously pay you back—"

"Nah mate, it's all good. I know you'd do the same for me." There was a smile in Louis' voice. "But do not puke in that fucking care, Neil! I just got my reputation back up to three after that sunroof flashing incident from last year."

Niall snorted, remembering the pap pictures that were everywhere and how often Louis bitched nobody would pic him up because of it. "Don't worry. I won't do you wrong, mate. Star pupil and all that." Niall leaned back. "Thanks again. I'll come round next time you're in LA and have Freddie. I'll text ya when I'm free."

Louis laughed and shrugged. "I'm going back to sleep. Best of luck and remember, no puking!"

"Love ya." Niall sighed and shook his head.

"You too, mate. Bye." Louis clicked off and Niall hung up.

"My bail will be here in about 30." Niall nodded to the cop.