Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 12: Come at me bro

Right. Here's another one. This chapter is dedicated to sarahjackson1991 because she inspired the washboard abs comment. Man, I love that girl. She's a crackup so go check out her stories. Vote, comment, blah blah blah. This was a difficult one to write but I thank my brain storming buddy jesspetro. Anywhore, I'll shut up so you can get your read on my lovlies.

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Chapter 12: Come at me bro

*Ollie's POV*

"Are they dead?" Holland asked as she nudged Liam with her foot. There was no sign that Liam was even alive save the slight sound of his breathing. You couldn't even see his chest rising and falling indicating respiration. He obviously didn't feel Holls pushing him, trying to wake him up.

"I don't think so. Any luck with the other guys?" I asked.

"Nothing," Charlie answered. To prove her point she lifted up Zayn's arm and let it flop lifelessly back to the floor with a thud. He didn't budge. "Is this healthy or... or normal even?"

"I'm not really sure." I pinched Harry's nose to see if it would wake him up. Instead he just opened his mouth to breath. I sighed in defeat.

"We were up late but now it's half past one. This can't be right. We've been up for 3 hours and I'm bored," Holls complained now poking Liam in the chest. "Guys, you have to feel this. His abs are rock solid!"

She slowly lifted up Liam's shirt.

"Put his shirt down, crazy!" I hissed.

"Holy shitballs. They're more gorgeous in real life!" she said with glee, tapping his abdominal muscles.

Charlie and I wandered over in curiosity even though it seemed wrong to admire sleeping Liam's form. I have to admit, his body was pure perfection.

Now Holland and Char were both poking his chest. "You could clean clothes on these washboard abs," Char complimented in her own offbeat way. "Do you think he'd let me try that?"

"Stop touching him, C. Those abs are all mine," Holl retorted. "Go see what Niall is working with."

Charlie grabbed a pen off the floor that was left from last night's game and walked over the resting bodies of Louis and Zayn to get to Niall. She leaned over him but I couldn't see what she was doing as she had her back to me.

"What are you doing Charlie?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, I always wondered what Niall would look like scruffy. He has such a baby face and you never see pictures of him with manly man stubble so..." she backed up so we could see her masterpiece. "Tada!" she yelled triumphantly.

What I now saw was a resting Niall with a sharpie mustache and dots drawn all over his chin and jawline to represent a five-o-clock shaddow. It looked a little ridiculous seeing as how the ink was black and Niall was so blond.

"That's fucking GENIUS!" Holland cried while whipping out her phone to take a picture. "Twitter is going to love us for this," she said while typing furiously on her Iphone. She was soon done and complaining about being bored again.

"Well, let's do something then. We're going on a tour in... T-minus 10 days," I said pretending to look at my non-existant watch. "We could probably use some more supplies so let's head to the mall," I offered.

"Without.. the lads?" Charlie asked with a pout.

"Unless you know a way to wake them up," I countered.

"Kiss him," Holland suggested.

"W-what?" C and I stuttered simultaneously.

"KISS. HARRY."