Do You Need Money?

The Sweatshirt Quest

Niall's POV.

I'm cleaning up. The bastards aren't doing jack shit. Lazy bitches. I hate living in this house. I could get my own place. Louis has been complaining all day about how his head hurts.

"Maybe if you don't drink till you pass out every single night, you won't feel that way." I roll my eyes and continue to throw bottles of beer in the trash bag.

"Shut up Niel. No one was even talking to you." He goes and sits down. Oh, like you have done so much work. Oh, please go sit down and rest your eyes.

"Then who were you talking to smart ass?" I yell at him.

"Not you, that's all that matters." We are now yelling at each other. We are probably going to wake up the whole fucking house but I don't care. I'm pissed.

"Well then, let me see. No one else is down here but you and I. So maybe your'e crazy as we thought you were?" This is just a who can scream louder contest.

"You're the one who's the crazy one here. No one even likes you Niall. How about you go and piss off mate!" Fucking asshole. I know it's not true but it hurts my feelings thinking that the guys don't like me.

"Will you guys shut the fuck up! Oh My God, I can here you guys from all the way upstairs. I know you guys wake up at the ass crack of dawn but I like to wake up past noon, like a normal person." Harry comes down the hall. He has no shirt on and only wearing boxers. Put some clothing on, god.

Harry is pacing back and forth. He tugs on his hair. He turns and looks at us. "Are you going to fucking answer me?" He is yelling louder than we did before. Louis and I try to answer. We talk to fast for him to even understand what we're saying. He dismisses us. Harry rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch.

Louis sits up and looks at Harry. "So, did you fuck Lisette last night?" Louis smacks his arm. I stay quite I really want to know what going on between them. Harry is usually vocal with his partners. We sit there like two teenage girls waiting for Harry to give us the details. To be honest I just want to know if I still have a shot.

"Nothing happened." Is that all? So I'm good. I was scared, Harry usually can get any girl to get with him. I want to get her first.

Louis laughs at him. "What do you mean nothing happened? You guys went for some "air". You go pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned your face towards hers. That's not nothing." Louis explains to him what happened last night.

"I shocked you remember what happened last night with how drunk you were." I taunt him.

Louis throws a can at me. "That is very true but there are two things I remember last night. It's Harry and Lisette going outside. And Lisette's fucking tits." Harry punches him in the arm.

"Don't say that about her." Harry's face turns bright red.

"Oh, come on mate. It's just some bitch you're trying to fuck." Harry goes and punches Louis in the face. I pull him off before he can do anything else to him. I mean he deserves it but that's not cool mate.

"Don't fucking call her that ever. Got it!" Harry stands up and walks out of the room.

I look over at Louis holding a napkin on his nose. "What the fuck was that?" He shrugs at me.

Louis left the room. Again I'm stuck cleaning up after everyone. All the other guys in the house seem to disappear right after a party. Weird huh. I hate anything being dirty. Which is weird because I'm the one who always sets the parties up. I feel like an assistant for these people.

Harry comes down stairs with a vodka bottle in his hand. "Yo!" God, what does he want now.

I don't respond to him. "I need you to do me a favor." Can you form that in a question?

"It doesn't really sound like a question." I'm not going to lie, I'm a little afraid of Harry. I think everyone is though.

"It's not, that's why. It's a demand." Well I'm glad he is straight forward.

"And what is this demand." I have a smirk on my lips.

"Give me Lisette's number." What the fuck. I'm not giving him that shit. How did he know she even gave it to me?

"Um... No. Piss of dude." He pushes me against the wall. His eyes have anger on them. I swear they're red. What is his problem?

"You. Are. Giving. Me. Her. Number. I either have to take it from you or you're going to give it to me. Either way I'm getting it." He doesn't even blink. He has finally lost his mind.

"What do I get out of it? Why do you need it?" He is pushing me harder in to the wall. His eyes fall down. He is thinking pretty hard, didn't know he could think that hard. I laugh. He wraps his arms around my neck.

"Are you fucking laughing at me?" He pauses and lets go of my throat. It wasn't gripping. He just had his arm around it, showing me he isn't afraid to use violence. That's the only strategy he has.

"One. You don't get anything out of. Two. She has my sweatshirt and um... that's my favorite. It's really special." He mumbles his second claim. I shake my head in my mind. I go and push him off of me and pull out my phone. I text him the number.

"There asshole. I texted you her number. Now go and leave me alone." He looks down at his phone once it vibrates. He sees the number and a bright smile is on his face. He sees that I'm looking at him and he puts on his tough guy persona.

"Thanks mate." He punches me in the arm and walks out. That guys looks like a fucking asshole and a piece of shit, but he has a really big heart. I shake my head and continue to clean up the mess.

Lisette's POV.

I woke up with the worst head ache. Ugh, I'm never drinking again. Why do people do this? My brother tried to wake me up but there was no use, I wasn't moving. I think he said he was going to brunch, but to be honest I wasn't paying attention. When we got home last night he tried to get me to drink water. Apparently I took a sip and spit it at him, doesn't seem like me but ok.

I get a text from a random number.

* Hey? Is this Liset?" Who ever this is just spelled my name wrong. So I don't even know if I should answer. My phone buzzes.

* Sorry this is Harry... " He texts me a smile face. It's Harry. I'm not sure what to do. I feel bad that I have his sweatshirt. Another vibrate.

* Sorry. This must be the wrong number. Sorry to bother you. * Shit. I text him back quickly.

* Sorry! This is ** Lisette** (that's how you spell my name) * I try to make a joke with him. I hope he thinks it's funny and not rude.

He responds quickly with a laughing emoji. * Sorry, Lisette. I hope it's not weird that I got you're number... Niall gave it to me. *

I giggle to myself. Nice of Niall to give it to him so he can get his sweatshirt back. * Yeah no that's completely cool. I was hoping to see you again. *

* Oh, really? * Of course, I'm not going to steal his sweatshirt. It looks expensive.

" Yeah! I really wanted to give you back your sweatshirt. I felt so bad when I found out I forgot to give it to you. * I send a smiley face to lighten the mood. He's probably mad.

* Oh. Yeah. Exactly. Do you know when I can get that back? But if you can't that's cool you can keep it. * I wouldn't keep it.

* No. No. No. I'm not keeping your sweatshirt it looks expensive. Here, just come to this address and ask for Ligouri. If they don't let you up, text me and I'll handle it ok. * I text him my address.

He takes a while to text back. A good ten minutes. * Yeah, I'll be there in about 40 minutes. See you there. *

I send a quick ok and go get dressed. I look like shit; I need a shower. About an hour goes by and I get a call from Harry.

"Hey!" I sound way to cherry, what is wrong with me?

Harry sounds panicked. "Hey... um I'm going to need you to come down stairs now."

I throw on shoes and I run down stairs. The scene I see is crazy. You have got to be kidding me.