This Room

Right Now

     Right Now // louis

                "HEY, lou-"

               

                "what the fuck do you want?"

               

              "whoa, whoa, whoa! hold your fire." zayn raised his hands up in mock surrender. "why are you so sassy today?"

              

             "he's always sassy, zayn," harry spoke, emerging from his room. he was trying to tie a tie around his neck, wearing a white button down, black skinny ass jeans, and his signature brown boots.

             "where are you going?" zayn asked, eyebrows raised. harry was about to answer when a door slammed, interrupting him. an upset looking liam stomped his way towards the hallway where the bedrooms were, all the while not looking up (it was obvious he had or was crying). it was silent for a minute until another door was slammed angrily. the three lads stared at each other as if asking a question. 

                    "this place is depressing. what the hell?"

             "well, maybe it's because we're not all rainbows and puppies, unlike some lovestruck asshole," louis grumbled. he was sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring at a blank tv screen. he would turn it on, but like, the remote was all the way across the living room. getting up would involve work. 

              "damn, you lads need to get laid because--" a pillow was thrown at the curly haired boy, missing him by an inch. 

                "harry, get out. no one likes you," zayn said kicking the boy's shin. he doubled over rubbing the spot. 

              "why the hell is everyone attacking me? niall threw toast at me this morning after i asked him where the milk was."

              "it's because no one likes you."

              "sara does." another pillow was thrown his way, this time hitting him right smack in the face.

              "okay, okay. i'm out. no one likes me," he ran towards the door, grabbing his keys and wallet along the way. right before he closed the door, he popped his head back in and called out, "but sara does."

               he quickly shut the door as a stuffed turtle was thrown. the two boys left, stared at the door until louis turned to zayn.

              "that was albert. you killed albert."

              "it was kamikaze."

               "what the fuck? no. you threw him."

               "fuck you."

               louis stared at albert who was on the ground, belly up. poor albert. maybe if she was here right now, then albert wouldn't have been thrown and killed. if she was here right now, he would be like harry, all happy and complete. if she was here right now, she'd be sitting next to him, cuddling him in this room.

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lmfao what even? idk what i'm doing tbh. this has like, a ton of dialogue, sorry bout that. idk, dudes. leave me your thoughts. pls??? literally, i cuss too much... sorry mom.

fetus harry (how dare i) and a twurtle (albert is my son ok) to da side>>>