a guide to modern philosophy ⁽ᴸˢ⁾

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ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ! ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ :) ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

Louis wakes up with a huge headache and throwing up onto a bucket prepared next to his bed. He tiredly stands up and walks behind the bed to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth thoroughly he notices how thirsty he really is, too. After a shower in the luxury shower, he comes out to the main area of his apartment.

This apartment is mostly for huge celebrities, or politicians - very luxurious, spacious and expensive. But he can have that, he is the son of the British Prime Minister. Liam and Zayn are having a huge double apartment across his, also very spacious and luxurious, just with two double bedrooms with en-suites. Louis likes this one better, though. Yes, he is alone in this huge apartment, but he has his privacy and a great view of the city.

The man walks barefoot and slowly to the small kitchen that is also in this apartment, walking around the small bar counter to look into the cupboards for something to drink. He opens them and finds something that makes him smile. He takes down the whisky and a glass, ready to pour it into it.

Even though he is still feeling lightheaded and sick from yesterday's party, he is here to enjoy his stay. For Louis, it means being drunk all day and all night, no stopping.

"I swear to God, put it back, Tomlinson," Zayn's voice is suddenly heard in Louis' ears, making him jump.

"You dick, next time knock," Louis swears and puts whisky with the glass on the counter. Liam comes in too, and the two people that have no right to be in this apartment right now sit on the bar chairs facing Louis who is standing there just in a towel and lack of any conversation while his head is pounding like crazy.

"First, why are you barefoot? You are gonna catch a cold," Zayn says and Louis rolls his eyes annoyingly.

"If I knew you will be like a fucking mother on this trip I would definitely not bring you with me," Louis comments and looks at Liam. Liam is not agreeing with him, more like frowning at him with a disapproving look. "Liam do not tell me you agree with his mother behaviour."

"Firstly it's not 'the mother behaviour', it's not my fucking problem you have stuck up your ass that much. Thank God for Gigi she showed me how stupid you can get, Tomlinson. She knew from a total start how immature, stupid and just fucked up you are. I should have listened to her more, I should have not come here, she knew how bad you are gonna get during those three weeks we are here. She is worried you are gonna do something so wrong, and to be honest, I was prepared for it, because I know you. But I wasn't prepared it's gonna be on the first night out! You fucki-"

"Okay, what the fuck are you on?" Louis stops Zayn's monologue, confused why the sudden outburst. He doesn't understand at all.

"You don't remember?" Liam finally speaks up for the first time.

"Of course he doesn't! He was so wasted, I am telling you two now! No wonder Gigi called you double trouble, no wonder everyone calls you like that!"

"Now, can we not bring up that nickname?" Liam says, but Louis is much louder and ends up overspeaking him.

"Oh, don't even bring up that stupid nickname your wife gave us. Thanks to her the whole world calls us like that, it's really stupid," Louis argues back and takes the whisky bottle back into his hands.

"Don't you even dare Tomlinson," Zayn threats, standing up and ready to punch his best friend.

"Calm down both of you. I am the youngest here, but right now you two are like fucking children. How about you let me talk Zayn, because your angry ass is not helping, and you, my brother fucking listen," Liam orders both of the boys, Zayn sitting back to his seat and crossing his hands on his chest. "What do you remember last, Tommo?"