Louis stormed away from Liam, closer to his room,
"oh shut up Liam!"
Liam followed him out, angry.
"no Louis! I won't fucking shut up! do you wanna know why?"
"why the fuck won't you?"
"because I don't have to! you don't fucking control me!"
"you dick." Louis glared at him, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm the dick?" Liam threw his hands up in frustration.
"yeah, I'm pretty sure you are!"
"okay. get back to me when you grow up, Lou."
"how about YOU do that."
they walked away from each other, slamming the doors of their rooms.
•••
in the next room, Harry, Zayn and Niall were all talking.
"are they fighting again?" Harry was annoyed.
"I think so." Zayn rolled his eyes, before Niall spoke.
"I'm telling ya, they just need to fuck and get it over with."
they all laughed, Harry speaking first,
"I really don't think that's what they need Ni."
"hey, all I'm saying is that angry sex can solve a lot of problems," he said, putting his hands up in defense.
Zayn chimed in,
"yeah, all of the pointless fights could just be sexual tension."
Niall nodded, Harry rolling his eyes.
"so now both of you are experts on human behavior."
"no, but I think Zayn and I are right."
"whatever. what I think, is that we need to force them to solve their problems."
Niall laughed,
"well I know how they can solve their problems."
Zayn rolled his eyes as Harry spoke again.
"now, I'm not saying that I necessarily agree with you, but we should lock them in a room and make them talk it out. the only reason that they don't get along is that they have different personalities and know that they really could get along if they wanted to."
Niall and Zayn agreed and they began setting up a plan.
•••
when Liam woke up the next morning, there was food in his room and the house felt oddly quiet.
all of a sudden he heard screaming from who he assumed was Louis by the annoying voice, and his door was pushed open and Niall and Harry were carrying Louis by his hands and feet, throwing them on Liam's bed, ignoring both of the boys' protests.
before they knew what was happening, Zayn was there closing and locking the door from the outside, leaving the two brunettes looking away from each other, their arms crossed.
Liam sighed,
"who do they think they are?"
Louis pouted,
"literally. they think they can just make us get along by locking us in your bloody room."
"I know."
soon they heard rustling of paper, and Louis got up, seeing that a note had been slipped under the floor,
it read:
your problems won't be solved by just fighting and ranting. explain to each other what you don't like about each other and what you do like.
just try, and then maybe we'll let you out if you can convince us that your fighting will lessen.
