Drunk In Love (Ziam, Larry, Nosh)

Part 3

 

 “Thank god you are alive Zayn” Louis greets Zayn, opening the door of their hotel room. ”And why the fuck are you smiling ear to ear?” Louis looks puzzled. ”Wait are you wasted? Didn’t I remind you about your liver goddamit.”

“Thank you Lou, thank you for letting me go out today” he says pulling Louis next to him, to where he is sprawled out in that huge double bed. “I owe you big time”

“And how exactly are you gonna do that, owe me?” Louis asks adjusting himself.

“That I’ll let you know tomorrow. Love you so much, Lou” Zayn yawns “G’night”

“Yeah, whatever. Surprise me” Louis snorts “Night”

*

“Rise and shine, Lou. Wake up”

“Rise my ass, Zayn. Shut up”

“Fine then, I am leaving and I am taking my car, had asked Paul to drive your car back to London, but don’t worry, I’ll call and tell him not to.” Zayn informs, buttoning up his sweater “By the way, I had also packed your stuffs. Thank me later when we meet back in London. Bye, love you” Zayn adds while walking towards the door and puts up a fake show of opening and closing back the door. And because Louis is obvious as fuck, he comes stumbling near the door with an obvious frown in his face and as soon as he realizes that he is been pranked, to which Zayn gives all the credit to himself. Zayn is rewarded by a smack to his head.

“Go get dressed, we are leaving” Zayn winces rubbing the spot on his head where Louis hit him.

“You cruel, heinous human being, would you even care to tell me, where are we going” Louis states lazily, already getting dressed up.

“Patience sleepyhead” Zayn beams “I’ll tell you once we get in the car”

*

“What are you, a broken radio? Why the hell are you drawling? It’s because of you we are going round and round around this fucking city. Tell me the exact address goddamit” Louis yells, phone pressed to his ears.

“Now from here, we should turn right, right? Louis groans “I mean right, right? - fucking hell, you are irritating. See you in couple of minutes”

“Who the hell was he?” Louis asks tucking his phone in his pocket “and we need to turn right from here” he directs.

“Harry, I guess” Zayn grins “And Congrats Lou, you are now both mine and their manager.”

“Dafuq, Am I?”

“Manager”

“Don’t you think, you owe me an explanation Zee? Please do that, before my head bursts open”

“So yesterday night I was at this bar, and I heard this band perform. They are incredible, believe me. So I have taken it on myself, to give them a chance to showcase their talent. And I know you are gonna help me with this Lou. Thank you”