bum bum bum.
so lets tally:
8 comments outta 20
6 votes outta 15
7 fans outta 10
and a grand total of:
0 comments as to who you think/wish the father is.
so yeah, close on the fan thing, getting there with comments, needing some votes, and a lot more predictions.
I just love you guys,
sincerely, L.
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Ok, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.
I burst into laughter.
"Jeez 'al, I'm sorry."
"Oh, Liam it's ok, I mean, not like it hasn't happened before."
He scratched the back of his neck, thinking about the five, six, seven times when I was still friends with Danielle that we ended up kissing. Drunk, him, me, tired, mistaken, whatever.
"Yeah... well.."
"I'm sorry I just gotta ask, are you drunk?"
"No. Not yet." He says, shooting me a sideways glance.
"I'll get some whisky. And wine,"
He shot me a very sad look.
"Fine, and some beer."
I rose, and planted a kiss on my best friends head.
I opened the door, letting golden light stream into the relatively dark room.
"Guys, who wants to get wasted and who wants to watch my kids?"
"Mature?" Called Zayn.
"Well... Liam needs it. Who want's to watch my kids?"
"Uh, me and Zayn will... yeah?"
Zayn looked at him and looked down. Now that I saw it, it was so fucking obvious.
"Sure, you too. Harry, Niall, go to the green house."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, course."
"Ok... well you know what you're doing."
No, not really. I went to the kitchen, and got on my tip toes. I couldn't reach to the shelf over the stove. I grabbed a wooden chair from the table, and dragged it across the hardwood floor. I bumped it up against it, pushed it a little to the right, and hopped up. I finally reached the Liqour cabinent.
Grabbing the whiskey, I then went to the way back edges of the fridge, and pulled out a cheap bottle of wine. Then, I went next to it and grabbed two six packs. I think this'll work.
I carried the whiskey under my arm, the wine in the other, and the beer in my left hand. I swung open the greenhouse door to see them sitting there, murmuring with Liam.
"Liam what the fuck?"
"Actually man."
"She's back guys."
I smiled, and put them down on the sidetable.
"Who wants what?"
"Uh I'll take a beer?"
"I think we all should start with those."
"Oh ok, well... I like whiskey." I mumbled.
"Ok "aleray." said Liam.
"Why?"
"I think that's cute."
"Aww thanks Leeyum."
I grabbed the bottle and tipped it up, slightly elevated from my mouth. It burned, but in a delightful way. The boys were drinking beer. It was like being underaged; it was sneaky and quick.
An hour later, we were giggling like... well drunks.
"So then I said, uh... I forget!"
Liam started laughing.
"Liammmm ahaha..." I said, laughing falling face first into his lap.
"Haha 'lerie what'chugonnedo?"
"Vah, Vahlahrie isn't like that,"
Harry said, looking pouty.
"Noooooo"
I said, rolling over giggling.
"Harry are you tikElessh?" I slurred.
"Omb, nuh."
Well that's the last thing I remember.
