All good things

Chapter VI

A pack of wasted young girls stumbles out of a cheep, shabby, pub. Lou wants to lay low till they pass but I persuade him to keep on walking.

Worst. Mistake. I've. Ever. Made.

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One of the girls recognises Lou and makes a grab for him.

"You don't deserve home you slutty hoe bag!" She screams at me.

Lou looks repulsed and steps to the side as she makes another grab for him. She trips and face plants the stony concrete her ankle makes a sickly cracking noise and she screams in agony.

"Bitch." I hear one of her friends mumble under her breath. She's blonde and plastered with makeup and as drunk as a skunk.

"C'mon," Says Lou pulling me by the wrist.

But the blonde one isn't finisned yet. She grabs my shirt from behind and attempts to push my head into the concrete buildings wall, luckily Lou pulls me tighter still and my head swerves in the nick of time.

"Leave her." He snarls at the drunk one whose other friends are now tugging her slowly backwards.

"Oh fuck off you wanker." she bites at him. "Just because... because..."the girl slurs and stumbles then screws up her face like a little kid in denial. "Because you suck"

                                                                            *X*

Back at the hotel I slump down low on the couch.

"I'm sorry love." Lou says, flopping down beside me. "I would of hit them, but that would of been animal abuse."

I laugh, Lou always knows what to say. He tugs me close I burry my face in his fresh T-shirt.

"It's fine," I mumble, suddenly overwhelmed with drowsiness.

"Go to sleep love," Lou whispers softly. "Sweet dreams."

                                                                            *X*

*Slurp slurp* "Go away Liam," a far off voice hisses.

"Ergh, no Niall, stop being piggy!"

I try to open my eyes, only to find they've glued themselves together with sleep, frowning I reach a hand up to rub them but there's a body laying on it. With effort I manage to pull my hand free and unstick my eyelashes. Laying next to me is Louis, his mouth agape and head tilted far back, someone's placed a blanket over us. Niall's sitting cross legged on the kitchen bench top eating icecream out of the tub.

"Mornin' Mrs Louis Tomlinson." He says between spoonfuls of frozen Goody-Goody-Gumdrops.

I smile and turn a light shade of rosy pink. Liam enters the room and digs into the ice cream with a folk...

"Why don't you use a spoon?" I ask.

"I, Uh had a bad experience when... I... was... younger..." He trails off.

Niall slides of the bench top and crosses the room, hugging the tub close and whispering sweet nothings to it.

I remove myself from the couch and raid the fridge for something yummy.

Someone must of had Chinese for dinner because it's riddled with leftovers. I uncover an untouched box of sweet and sour chicken and instantly claim it as my own, much to Niall's displeasure.

Once I've devoured the S and S goodness and it's happily digesting in my lower tummy. I turn to see Harry seeking his long awaited revenge.

He is leaning over Lou with a razor between his fingertips and an evil grin dancing on his dimples.