When I finally made my way to my room I scurried about trying to find some clean underwear, unfortunately that proved to be something that would not happen as I remembered the washing machine had been broken the week prior and I was down to my last pair which I was currently wearing. I pondered on what I should do for a minute before coming to the realisation that Harry was still in the bathroom and I had to be as quick as possible, I could still hear him being violently sick which to be honest I don't blame him for as the whole house had now been enveloped in a vile, shitey odour but at least it was buying me a little more time. I quickly threw my shorts off and used my bedding to scoop out as much faeces as possible from my underwear and gave my legs a quick wipe before throwing on the trousers I had left out to wear for Harry's party, "Louis can you please spray some air freshener before I come out of here?" I heard Harry shout, his voice was course and dry from the violent beating his throat got as he was being sick "Louis please" he pleaded with me. I quickly went into the kitchen and got the air freshener and a towel to wipe up the brown puddle and footprints that where leading to my bedroom and cleaned up as best as I could.
