The Wedding ✔

Chapter 8

"So, this is Niall's room", Harry informed, stopping in front of the door which was exactly the same looking as all the other doors in that house.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "How the hell do you even know that? All the door look same!"

"I know everything", Harry said with a serious face, and then he lowered his voice. "And I see everything."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Alright then, weirdo."

"Oh, c'mon! That was a good joke!" Harry protested, spreading his arms.

Louis snorted. "You call that a joke?"

"Ugh, nevermind", Harry sighed, and glanced at the door. "Should we knock or-"

Harry stopped talking when Louis simply opened the door and walked in.

"I suppose no", Harry said and stepped inside too- just to get hit by a running Louis. "What the-"

"Run, Harry, run!" Louis yelled, his eyes closed. "Cover your eyes and run!"

Louis took Harry's hand and kept his free hand pushed forward so that he wouldn't hit anything. Before Harry could process what Louis had said, he saw what Louis was running away.

Niall. And Ed. Naked. Doing dirty things.

"Harry!" Niall yelped.

"Oh, my God, I am so, so sorry!" Harry yelled and then Louis pulled him out of the room and slammed the door shut. Harry yanked his arm free and Louis opened his eyes.

"Hold on", said Louis, and turned around, opened the door and pushed his head inside. "When you're done, bring the food in the living room!"

Harry face palmed himself.

"Get the fuck out of here!" yelled Niall back.

"Okay, yes, sorry!" Louis yelled, closed the door but opened it immediately again. "But no, seriously, don't forget the food!"

Harry face palmed himself again.

"OUT!" Niall and Ed yelled together, and Harry decided it was time to step in. He grabbed Louis' hand and then they started running towards the living room, laughing like a stupid teenagers which they are not anymore.

They didn't stop until they reached the living room. There was a few other people too and they shot disapproving looks at them but Harry and Louis didn't care. They went to sit in the corner as far away from the elders as possible, chuckling.

"So", said Louis out of breath. "I guess Niall bottoms."

Harry smacked Louis' head, laughing. "Stop talking right now! We are not going to talk about their sexual position preferences."

"Why not?" asked Louis, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Have you ever heard from such thing as privacy?"

"Fuck privacy", said Louis. "I need to know do they ever like, switch, you know."

"Louis, don't swear, please", Harry said, grinning. "You're not a badass- I can literally pick you up and carry you wherever I want."

Louis stuck his tongue out childishly and flipped his non-existing long hair. "You can't because I'll run away. I'm fast. Like a cheetah. You wouldn't even have time to-"

Harry picked Louis up and held him bridal style, grinning widely.

"Hey, whoah!" Louis exclaimed.

"Please stop talking", Harry smirked. "You're like a hyperactive kitten."

"Put me down, Harry!" Louis ordered, squirming.