The Boy Over The Fence

Twenty six

[1056 words]
When Liam woke up the next day, he had a big ass hangover. He sat up in his bed, looking around.
It confused him that he actually ended up in his own bed, alone, then usually when he's drunk he just falls asleep, not carrying where he's at. The last time he came home drunk he slept on the stairs, because walking them up in his drunken state was really tiring.
He stood up and walked over to his bathroom.
He looked at himself in the big mirror. He was just wearing his tight, black Calvin's and his hair stood messily in all directions.
He had a big bruise on his left cheek and the area around his eyes was in a dark shade of blue with a bit of purple.
He let out a huge sigh, still a bit confused about what happened at his own party, and tried to push his hair back with his right hand, but flinched at the pain floating through it.
He looked at his hand. His knuckles were burst open and there was dry blood on his hand. A lot blood.
Liam instantly went to check on his body, to see if it's his own blood, but luckily it wasn't.
His head was still aching and he decided that trying to remember what had happened wasn't the best thing to do right now.
He turned on the water and washed the blood off of his hands. Then he took out two aspirin of his medicine cabinet.
He went back into his room, the medication still in his left hand, which wasn't as injured as his right on, which he couldn't even close into a fist due to the pain, and took his water bottle from his bed side table.
After he had swallowed the pain killers he went to his closet to get some clothes.

After Liam had changed into new briefs, a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, he walked downstairs.
He was just about to enter the kitchen, to find something to eat, when he heard noises coming from the living room.

Cups and empty bottles were still laying around everywhere and Liam instantly cursed in his head and then thought of having to clean the whole house all by himself. With an injured hand, that might be broken.

When he enters the living room he's met with his best friend sitting on the sofa and eating some cereals while watching Rick&Morty.

"Oh Li, you want some?", Louis asked while rising his bowl when he noticed Liam's presence.

"Yeah." Liam said while walking back into the kitchen.
He heard Louis turning out, or pausing, the show and following him.
Liam tried to open the carpet and take out a bowl, but failed due to his aching hand.
He hissed and muttered an angry "damn".

What have happened at the party.

"Wait I'll help you.", Louis said as he rushed besides Liam and took out a bowl for him. His own half empty bowl was set on the counter. He told Liam to sit down while he but some cereals in the empty bowl and then added some milk.
He took out a spoon from one of the drawers and handed both to his injured friend.
"Here mate. How bad is it?", he asked while nodding towards Liam's hand.

"Thanks. It hurts like shit. Probably broken I don't know.", Liam muttered while stuffing a spoonful of cereals in his mouth, using his left hand.
Well he tried at least.

"Fuck"s and "damn"s left his mouth a few time until he managed to eat with his left hand. Louis would have offered to feed him but he knows his best friend well enough to know that Liam would have denied the offer since he always was one who wanted to go everything on his own.

"Maybe I should drive you into the ER?", Louis said. He had stopped eating his third bowl of cereals to watch his best friend still struggle with his first one.

Liam just shrugged but then put down his spoon.
"But what happened? I can't remember shit from the party.", he asked his best friend.
"Wait, you can't remember anything?", Louis asked, eyes wide open.

"No, I mean I know that he and the mates set everything up and that the first people arrived and stuff and that we drank a lot and that I danced with Zayn and- Wait is Zayn Alright? Did I-did I hurt him?", Liam asked with fear and concern clear in his voice.

"What? Yeah,yeah, Zayn's Alright. You didn't hurt him. Physically al least.", Louis mumbled the last part.

"Good. But now tell me how the fuck I broke my wrist. I would assume that I punched a wall or anything but then I wouldn't have a bruise in my face now, would I?", Liam asked, desperate to find out who he was fighting with.
Then it was obvious that he had fought with someone. He had watched Fight Club often enough and also had been in a few fights already, so he knew how his face and hands looked after that.

"Well I wasn't there but Calum told me what happened. You were looking for Zayn and asked a few people, including Justin but he said that he didn't know where Zayn was, but later you found them making out and you got mad and yelled at them and then Justin provoked you as always and then you lost your shit and beat his ass up. Then Zayn pulled you away from him and then rushed out and someone called the paramedics because Justin was knocked out and then everyone went home and after that you went to Zayn's garden to talk to him and when you came back you told me that he wasn't mad at you and that he didn't make out with Justin and that he didn't want just to kiss him and then you got mad again and I brought you into your room cuz you said you'd drive to the fucking ER and beat the living shit out of this bastard again, for touching Zayn without his permissions and yeah, that's basically it."

While listening to his best friend, Liam could remember what have happened again.

"Fuck!"

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