When the boys find out they are all going on holiday together, Harry and Louis can't help but think of it as more than just hanging out with the lads for a week.
As they are constantly distracted by each other and are not sure how to tell each other...
After about ten minutes of trying to convince Niall to ask out Shawn Mendes, there was finally some hope of getting this damned door opened.
"Li! Kev! Got a solution then?" I hear Zayn's voice followed by the shuffling of feet, I assume Zayn got up to hug Liam. Then there's an unamused groan from Harry, so I'm assuming they kissed.
"Well, Kevin's managed to find a tool box so we're just going to un-hinge the door." Liam explained.
"It would've been so much more fun if we could just kick it down..." pouted Niall. That boy just loves destroying things. Especially food.
"It's a very expensive door, Niall." Came the familiar deep voice followed by a sigh. Kevin didn't enjoy Niall's antics, because he was the one who had to sort out the mess afterwards. But it was still fun, though, and the rest of us all joined Niall in weird things such as eating competitions, who could run the most laps of a certain place - it was never Niall - and Harry's all time favourite, how many episodes of Friends can we rewatch in a day.
Niall just rolled his eyes at Kevin's comment and came over to me and snatched my phone out of my hand.
"I wanna make a tweet but I don't have my phone, so I'm using yours." He explained. I don't really care, there's nothing to hide on my phone. No sus messages or anything, so we're good.
He taps away on the phone for a while, before reading it out to me, "Hey guys, this is @NiallOfficial, I'm currently locked in a room with @Louis_Tomlinson because the door got jammed when I came to say hi. He's driving me insane but luckily Kevin's helping us get out of this mess. Lou won't stop telling me to ask out Shawn Mendes... god help me. 😐"
I laugh at the end bit, my smile reaching my eyes, and I decide I should probably get dressed now, because I'm still only in boxers.
I emerge from the duvet, stretching up like a cat, getting ready to hunt for its next meal. I rub my eyes, walking over to my dresser which has been packed neatly, I guess Harry did that.
I take out a white striped T-shirt along with a jean jacket and black jeans, slipping on some white and green socks afterwards.
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I go into the bathroom and fix my hair in the mirror, keeping it slightly messy, before brushing my teeth and quickly splashing my face with water to help wake me up properly. The effects of a hangover are still there, but have been number quite a bit by the medication Niall gave me.
"What the FUCK, Lou?" I hear from the bedroom. Huh? What's Niall found now?
I poke my head around the corner with a "What?"
He just stares at my phone in his hand, so I walk into the room, sitting on the bed next to him and looking at the phone.
I look up to his face and see he is trying to say something, but nothing's coming out.
