Niall
It was really fun being with Louis and Liam again. I hadn't been with the both of them at the same time in ages. Probably since Christmas the year before. Something was a bit different with them, though.
Louis stayed latched to Liam the entire time. If Liam went somewhere, Louis would whine until he came back. They stayed in the same guest room, and I wouldn't be surprised if they shared the bed.
I had woken Harry up early Wednesday morning and fed him my thoughts on Liam and Louis.
"So what?" He asked. "Do you think they're maybe dating?" I nodded, snuggling into him.
"Well I don't know..." He trailed off. "Liam doesn't seem to acknowledge Louis's clinginess. Maybe Louis just likes Liam and Liam is too stupid to realise it."
"Hm...maybe."
Harry and I lie in bed for a few more minutes before deciding to get up. Of course I wanted to stay with Harry for a bit longer, but my stomach wasn't up for the idea.
When we got downstairs, Liam was awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"Hey," I said, walking in and stretching. He turned his head to look at me and smiled.
"Hey, you guys hungry?" I replied with a hum, and Harry nodded his head.
"Can one of you go wake up Lou?" He asked. "Don't want him missing breakfast." I volunteered to go wake him up then went to the guest room.
Louis was lying in bed all spread out. Wild sleeper, that boy is. Soft snores left his lips and honestly, it was kind of adorable.
"Looouuuu," I sang softly in his ear. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." He groaned and turned over, making me huff in frustration.
"Listen here you little shit," I said aggressively in his ear. "You're gonna get your lazy ass up or after breakfast, we're leaving you here." He groaned again and lightly hit my face.
"That's it." I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of bed. He landed harshly on the floor, and that immediately woke him up."
"What the hell?" He asked, rubbing his side. He looked up and glared at me.
"Asshole," he mumbled, standing up and walking past me.
"Hey, don't get angry at me," I told him, following him out the door. "You wouldn't get up."
"Doesn't mean you've got to try and kill me." I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"You fucking drama queen. I was nowhere near killing you." He crossed his arms and huffed, walking into the kitchen. I laughed, following him in. Liam and Harry stared at us oddly.
"Your boyfriend is an asshole," he told Harry, causing me and Harry to laugh together.
"I'm being serious," Louis said, walking over to Liam and leaning against the counter beside him. "He's an asshole."
"Why are you an asshole, babe?" He asked me, throwing his arm around my waist.
"I drug the lazy fuck from the bed and now he's angry," I explained with a smile. Harry laughed again while Louis rolled his eyes and put his attention on Liam.
"What're you making?" He asked him.
"Eggs and bacon," Liam replied. "Oh and there's biscuits in the oven."
"Jeez, Li," I said, shaking my head. "You really didn't have to do all this."
"It's fine." He stopped when a loud grumbled came from my stomach. He turned around and stared at me.
