Zoo // Louis Tomlinson

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If you would like to read this entire series, please go and add Spurious to your library and read the first chapter before starting this one! 

Spurious is meant to coincide chronologically with Zoo after chapter 29, so if you are interested, please alternate chapters between books between this point on! Sorry for any confusion, it's the way I wanted the stories to be told, and I know it's a bit hectic, but life is like that :)

And here's the next chapter! ENJOY!

... ALSO LOOK AT THE GIF RIGHT NOW LOOK AT IT LOOK AT ALL OF THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE TOGETHER IN THIS CHAPTER AND OMFG LYDIA IS SO LUCKY BECAUSE LOUIS IS LOOKIN FIIOOONEEEE

            Liam’s POV (MORE SURPRISES!)

 

 

“Oi Payno! Would you hand me the frame you’re holding?” Louis was standing on top of a stepladder in the middle of his flat, dictating exactly where we all should be, as he decided to randomly become the most famous home decorator in all of London for the day.

            “Seriously mate, what made you want to go all Real Housewives of London on us?” Zayn had abandoned his position next to the box of awards, deciding that it was high time he took a seat on Louis’ skateboard. We were all secretly excited for the throw down that would happen when Louis caught him on it.

            “I’m redecorating, not fucking your wife Zayn.” I couldn’t see Louis’ his face since he was facing the wall with a massive picture of us at the Brits, but you could hear the eye roll in his high pitched voice.

            “It’s basically the same thing, innit?” Zayn chuckled to himself, jumping a bit when an Earth shattering crash came from the direction of the kitchen.

            “Harry Edward Styles I swear to fucking god if you broke my t-“

            “I almost broke my hand, and you’re worried about your Tea mugs?” Harry showed up between the opening that separated the kitchen from the living room, a cheeky smile on his face as he clutched his hand.

            “His priorities are mixed up.” Zayn was clearly Louis’ spokesman today. That, or he was just being a twat.

            “Tommo, your birthday is in two weeks.” I changed the subject before Zayn got his face smashed in, still holding onto the frame that housed all of our photo booth photos from the Movie premiere.

            “Yeah mate! Waddaya want?” Niall ambled down the stairs from Louis and Harry’s rooms, and Harry gave me a look, both of us wondering what the hell he’d been doing up there.

            “Niall, I said go get the damn hammer you wanker!” Louis turned around, placing the giant framed photo of the Fabulous magazine spread on the floor. “Bloody useless you are Liam, hand me the frame!” Louis was in quite the mood today. Harry had described it as him needing a change in his life, which we were all glad to help with. Besides, it was more than amusing to witness Louis Tomlinson actually cleaning.

            “I couldn’t find the hammer! Why the hell do you have so many plaids though?” Niall was sipping on a beer and leaning against the wall. His blonde hair was completely flat like Louis’, and I had no doubts that he was already decently tipsy at two in the afternoon.

            “That’s my room.” Harry informed Niall, giggling a bit when Louis’ snapped back around and glared between the two of them.