Hey guys! I’m sorry it’s been forever, but I updated three times last week and then this week, since I’ve missed a lot of school recently for a bunch of different things, I had a lot of extra stuff to get caught up on and learn. But here I am! dedicated to my bestie cuz she and i made a sick viocemail for my phone today. I hope you like this chapter! I got 2000 reads a couple days ago and I am so excited about it! Thank you everyone who’s read this from the beginning or just started, it’s means so much to me that I can come home to see more votes and such sweet comments so a giant THANK YOU… now I’ve been talking to long, I’ll start writing the chapter now.
Louis POV
Luckily, by the time I get back from the meeting ‘New York’, Harry, Niall and Zayn are getting tired of their partying and are getting ready to go to sleep, so I cam do the same, too bad the room which seems to belong to Niall is occupied by Paul.
The next morning I wake up to the sun shining into the beach house and the smell of pancakes being made. I drag myself out of bed and head out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.
When I get there Liam and Harry are walking around preparing different things for breakfast, Harry making eggs and Liam frying bacon in another pan.
“See this is why you lads are my best mates.” I say appreciatively.
“What can I say? I’m extraordinharry!” Harry jokes, referring to the way people had added our names into different words, they had done a good job, because if I do say so myself I am quite fabulouis.
“How are you so peppy? Don’t you have a hangover? You were drunk as hell last night.” I question curious.
“Wait how were you drunk we didn’t even bring any beer!” Liam cuts it.
“It’s a long story, but some how you slept through their party they were up yelling until sometime around 3:30.” I inform him.
“Oh, well go on with your explanation Harry.” Liam prompts him.
“Remember last time I got drunk?” Harry asks me.
“Yes, I remember you rudely awakening me, acting like a seven year old on Christmas.” I remark not looking back fondly on those events.
“Did I have a hangover that day?”
“Not that I was aware of.” I tell him.
“Exactly! I don’t get hangovers unless I’m up to stomach pumping levels of consumed alcohol.” Harry looks very happy with himself.
“Stop looking so happy about it!” I moan.
“But I am happy about it so I should express my feelings.”
“I’m going to see Dani today, what are you lads going to do?” Liam cuts in, stopping our argument about hangovers.
“I think we should go shopping.” Harry suggests.
“Americadoes have good malls.” I admit.
“Okay, well, we’ll see if Zayn and Ni want to come when they wake up.” Harry takes my eggs out of the frying pan and dumps them onto the plate I’m holding.
“Yeah, yeah, just let me eat.” I hold out my plate to Liam for bacon.
Harry laughs and then replies.
“Leave enough for Niall; you know how he gets about his food.”
“Wgateva Halrreey.” I try to say ‘whatever Harry’ but it comes out weirdly with my mouth full of food. Who cares though? He’ll get what I mean.JH
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Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson
FanfictionTay's family has an interesting history and she's never been the smartest about who to be friends with, but after a fallout with her bestfriend her Dad gets a new job in San Francisco, granting her reason to leave New York and start a new life, and...
