Chapter 15 - Drunk Louis

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*Liam's POV*

We had just finished dinner and got back to the villa, and we were so stuffed full of delicious food that we sprawled out on the sofa, semi on top of some of the other boys.

I had managed to get into the corner, my legs fully stretched out, and Zayn basically on top of me, cuddling me. I look over to my left and Louis' face is right there, he's laying on his stomach.

"Hi there Liam. I think we ate too much."

"You think? I might explode soon." I reply.

"I hope not, we'd all get covered in Liam and steak." Added Harry, who was laying on top of Louis just like Zayn is on me.

"Harry, you're heavy. You know that, right?" I ask him.

"Heyyy... that's kinda mean." He pouted.

"No, I mean, be careful, you might squash Louis." I explain.

"Oh. Sorry, Lou." Harry carefully gets up off of Louis and stretches his long limbs. "I'll be careful not to squash you. You are quite small, after all." He adds with a smirk.

Louis just looks annoyed with both of us, and stands up, heading to the kitchen where Niall is.

Me, Harry and Zayn just erupt into laughter, we always find it funny to make fun of Louis' height, but then again, we all make fun of each other.

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*Niall's POV*

As I'm opening the fridge to take out a beer, I hear someone walking over, so I glance behind me to see it's Louis, so take out two, and hand one to him.

"Hey Lou, here." I say, handing him the beer.

"Thanks, mate." He replies, seemingly deep in thought.

"What's up?" I ask, "You seem to be using that brain too much." I add with a laugh.

"Nothing, it's just, do you think I'm short?" He asks, looking like a scared little boy.

"No, you're like, less than an inch shorter than me, and I don't think I'm short. Why, were the other boys making fun of your height again?" He nods, "Well it's only because you're the shortest out of all of us, but hell, there's plenty of shorter people than you. Think of all the fans out there, and how many are shorter than you."

"Niall... they're mostly teenage girls." He says, face unimpressed.

"Well... they're still shorter than you." I add, not really knowing what to say. I turn around and open a drawer, grabbing the bottle opener, and popping off the caps of our beers.

We go and join the other boys on the sofa, who have sat up now, except for Zayn who seems very tired and comfortable on Liam's shoulder.

"Hey guys." I say, sitting down on the sofa, I still can't believe how comfortable it is. It's better than my bed at home!

There's a few hellos and heys as Louis sits down beside me.

"Can I just get one thing straight?" I ask. "Stop it with the short jokes on Lou. He doesn't like them, and it actually makes him upset. Hell, he actually asked me if I thought he was short, and I'm hardly taller than him!"

"Alright, fine. But they're funny!" Liam protested.

"No. They're not." Louis said, sinking further into the sofa, wishing he wasn't having to have this conversation.

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*Harry's POV*

We had been hanging out on the sofa for a while, and at some point Niall had gotten us all beers, apart from me, because I didn't want one.

Niall was very obviously tipsy, if not a little drunk. Liam and Zayn had had a couple of beers, and were now in their own world.

I was trying to count how many beers Louis had but I can't remember, but I knows it's at least four or five.

"Lou?" I ask

"Hm? Yes Haz?" He replies, a slight slur in his words. He looks over to me from my right, he was talking to Niall.

"How many have you had?" I ask, pointing to the beer in his hands.

"Oh... I dunno. Like, seven?" He answers.

I widen my eyes slightly in shock, not thinking he's the type to just get drunk like that. There must be something wrong.

"That your seventh?" I ask, taking another sip of my water.

He just nods, taking another gulp of it, this is what he does when he wants to forget things, when he's had a bad day. But I thought he would've had a good day? I mean, we kissed for fucks sake!

I just sigh and wait for him to finish it, drinking the rest of my water and setting the glass back down on the table, focusing my attention to the telly, where there's some weird program on. Not sure what it is, but it's kinda funny.

Once Louis finishes his beer, I take his small wrist in my large hand, and announce to the other boys that I'm taking him to bed, he's too drunk. They just nod and agree that he had drank a lot.

I try to guide him up the stairs, but he still wants to talk to Niall, I'm not sure what about, but he just keeps saying loudly, "Hey, Ni! Ni!" And trying time escape my grasp.

So, to sort out this uncooperative Louis, I put one arm beneath his knees, and one on his back, picking him up bridal style.

"Come on, Louis. You're coming with me. We're going to bed now, okay? You can speak to Niall tomorrow about whatever you want, okay?"

All of the other boys are looking at us, finding drunk Louis very funny, and I do too, but he's also quite heavy.

"Mkay, Hazzz." He looks at me fondly. "Love youuuu." He says, pinching my cheek before kissing me on the lips.

I stand there startled, eyes wide and mouth hung open, trying to form a word. Eventually, I manage to say, "Uh.. Lou, the boys are right there." As I nod towards the lads.

Lou looks over to them and says, "Oh, right. You didn't hear or see ANYTHING, mkay? You're just drunk as fuuuuuck, right?" He clarifies, struggling to speak himself.

I shake my head at his behaviour, and mouth 'I'll explain later' to the others, Niall rolling his eyes, as he caught us making out earlier, so he already knows. Thank god he didn't tell the others and let us do it ourselves. But drunk Lou had other plans.

I just proceed to carry Louis up the stairs, into our bedroom and place him onto the bed.

"Can you get yourself ready for bed or do you need my help?" I ask.

"I'll be fiiiiiiine!!" He basically shouts. So, I walk over to the large wall to floor window and look at our view, we can see the beach from here, and there are plenty of palm trees everywhere.

I also see something else but can't quite make out what it is, it's too dark and it's too far away.

I look back to the bed and Louis is gone, he's in the bathroom getting ready, god knows how with how drunk he is.

"I'll be on the balcony if you need me, okay Lou?" I announce, and get a hum in reply.

So, I go to my side of the bed and take my journal out of my bedside table drawer, and head out of our room and to the fifth door, which apparently has a balcony behind it.

I sit down on one of the chairs and write about my amazing day, the difficulties I had with Liam this morning, the flight, Louis' weird injury, Louis yet again being weird in the car, wearing my hoodie, the amazing kiss with Louis and confession of love, the delicious dinner, and drunk Louis. He may be funny but he's a nightmare to take care of.

"Hey there Harry! Whatcha doing?" I hear the annoying Irish accent after the swift opening and closing of a door. Why does he have to interrupt every good moment?

That's it for today! Hope it was good, and if there's any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, please tell me! I like to improve my writing!

-Dan

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