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N I N E T Y - F O U R

As the boys sat around Harry's living room waiting for him to get back, they watched their single climb up the iTunes chart. To say they were proud was an understatement, considering they had no idea how this would go.

"Wow." Liam said, lying back onto the couch and putting his feet up on the table before him, "Who would've thought."

"What do you mean who would've thought? Did you doubt me from the start, Payno?" Louis said, fiddling with his phone, trying to turn it off. It wouldn't stop ringing, and there was no other way to actually stop it. He didn't want Lydia to ruin this night for him, not yet anyway.

Liam shrugged, "You don't always come up with the best plan of action, mate."

"Then why did you go along with it, then?"

"I had nothing better to do." Liam smirked.

Louis responded by throwing a pillow squarely at Liam's head, and completely missing. Instead it knocked Niall in the side of the face and bumped his plate of food off his lap.

"What the fuck!?" Niall said, wiping crumbs off his lap and looking sadly at the now scattered sandwich and chips upon the floor.

"It's like one in the fucking morning, why are you eating in the first place?" Louis muttered, "And clean up that mess before Harry gets back, you know he doesn't like his home to look lived in."

"What, really?" Liam asked.

"Have you looked around, does it even look like someone lives here?"

Liam looked all around the spacious living room, and found that Louis was right. A lot of the things still looked new, some were even still in their original packaging. "Huh."

"You know what's strange though?" Niall quipped as he picked up the mess on the floor, "Lydia hasn't rang yet."

"Yeah," Liam added, "You would think our phones would be ringing off the hook."

"Yeah..." Louis said, a little too suspiciously.

"Your phone hasn't rang, mate? Not even once?"

But before he could answer, Harry and Reagan walked in the front door. Louis quietly sighed, grateful for the perfectly timed interruption.

"Just who we needed." Louis said as Reagan walked into the living room.

"Really? Because the lot of you didn't say that when you started planning this mess."

"Hey now, we didn't want you to get in trouble, Reagan."

"Do you know in how much trouble we're all in now? As if Lydia wasn't mad enough at Harry's latest stunt."

"You mean becoming your boyfriend?" Louis asked, a smirk upon his unshaven face.

"I-I"

"So it's really official now?" Niall asked, "Like seriously this time? You all aren't fucking around with us, right?"

"Just look at her hand, it's the ring Harry picked out last week, the one you were making fun of when he was buying it." Liam said.

"Oh, so it was for Reagan. I thought it was for him. You know how fucking weird he is."

"I can hear you." Harry warned from the kitchen.

"Sorry." Niall mumbled, knowing that he shouldn't make fun of the hand that feeds him.

"So, it for real this time? Please, for the love of God say yes. I can't stand him mooning around like a twelve year old because you won't acknowledge him."