Don't Stumble!

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Louis

"Zayn, quit it or I will punch your face."

I shove him lightly off of me. He needs to stop being so touchy when he's in playful .

"I know you like dicks , Louis" He starts giggle uncontrollably, and skipping around me. I swear he is a five year old in a good-looking guy costume. This is not how imagined a guys night out to be like. "Zayn, if I give you a piggyback ride will you shut the hell up?" I turn my head to face him. Zayn's smile turns into a pout.

"When you offer like that...then no." He starts screaming out random words, "Pickles! Flamingo! Whale! Pack! Pussy! Lou-" I cover his mouth and walk faster towards the building. Something wet glides against my palm. I cringe as Zayn continues to lick my hand. I'm fucking putting my hand in a fire. I sigh in relief as we enter the bowling alley. I release my hand from Zayn's mouth. I watch in disgust as a trail of salvia gets attach to my palm. I shake my hand violently and rub my hand all over Zayn's shirt.

"You go get a us a bowling lane and pay for the shoes. I'm going to wash my hands." Zayn nods and walks past arcade , I begin my adventure, walking into the arcade and blocking kids from running into me. Its so noisy, but thats how kids are. Oh! It that lazar tag? Wait no, bathroom is where I'm going. I push the door that has a male sign and walk towards the sink. You can actually hear a man farting so harshly. I turn the faucet and pretend that I don't hear him. I hear a toilet flush and the stall unlock. I turn to give the man a small smile. But my mouth hangs wide open.

"Zayn!? What the hell did you eat?" I hold in my laugh. Damn it, I should've recorded it.

"That fucking burrito from the gas station. But it's all better now."  It better be.

"What about the bowling lane?" I ask while I dry my hands.  Zayn takes his turn at the faucet and he doesn't turn his back and says "We gotta wait 20 minutes. All the lanes are taken.They'll call me when one is empty."   I nod, what are we going to do for 20 minutes?

"I'm thinking we should make a bet, whoever loses pays up."

"How much are we talking , tommo?"

"50 , and has to pay for lunch at school for a week." I already know I'm going to win because I'm the best of the best. No doubt. Zayn says okay , and we get out of the bathroom.

We buy ourselves a drink to make time fly by. Zayn gets a call and we are already on our way to our reserved bowling lane. I try putting my bowling shoes. They don't eve fit. "Zayn , what shoe size did you get me?" I scratch my head and huff out a breath. He holds out 6 fingers? Size 6!? My feet aren't that small. "I'm going to ask for a bigger pair, cause my own best friend doesn't even know my shoe size." I go to the counter. And wait for assistance. While I wait, I look at other people bowling to see if they got any strikes.

"Hi. How may I hel-Louis?" I whirl around and my eyes meet up with green ones. Oh shit. "Hey Harry." My voice comes out raspy, that's so embarrassing. I clear my throat ,which is clearly more embarrassing. He just stares at me for a moment and then says "so what can I do for you?" His hands come up and lay on the counter top.

"Can I have a size 7?" I place the shitty bowling shoes in front of Harry so I can trade them for a bigger size. Harry nods and grabs a pair of 7.

"Thanks." I take them from his hands. And I hear a welcome when I walk away. He works here? I didn't know he works. And I'm older than him, I'm here not working a job. I get nervous knowing he could watch my bowling skills. It's not I want to impress him. Zayn already done his turn and now it was my turn. I grab the ball and gave it a go. I hit the pins and only three were still standing. "Fuck." I say under my breath. Zayn snickering , when I glare at him, he looks away and sips his soda. that's what I thought. I take my secomd turn and miss completely. I turn around to take seat, my cheeks heat up as I see Harry was watching me the whole time. Zayn will probably win because I can't focus if Harry is watching me.

"I WIN! Now pay up, bitch." I held out my hand, and Zayn slams the money in my palm. "You cheated , thats how you won." Oh Zayn, you don't know the difference between cheating and totally kicking your ass. We walk home and I was proud of myself. As we left the building , Harry gave me a satisfying look. That means he wants the D. I actually a great time. Now I can look forward to the week because I'm getting free lunch.

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