the story of my love life (Larry Stylinson)

The aftermath

Harry POV

I can't take it any more. Louis keeps staring at me like he knows something. This probably seems stupid to you, but trust me, I'm under a lot of pressure. I know people might make fun of me for this, and Niall would sure as hell slap me! But, I have to admit I really admire Demi Lovato. Yeah, yeah call me girly, but just think about it. Telling your story is harder than it seems... That's why I'm keeping to myself. I'm afraid to disappoint the fans.

I run into the bathroom, my mind is to clouded to do anything else. So, I do what I always do when I freak out. I run into one of the stalls and jam my fingers down my throat. I flush the toilet and watch as the entire contents of my lunch swirl down the drain.

I go to brush my teeth when I realize I'm not at home. Yay, now I get to walk around with puke breath. How fun.

Louis POV (a few minutes ago)

I walk into the bathroom to take a much needed wee and I hear some one spilling thier guts. What nice back round music. I unzip my fly and tend to my 'business'. See what I did there... I was talking about weeing. Whoever's puking makes an 'urghhh' noise that really resembles Harry's voice. Shit, that is Harry. Has he been sick this whole time? Wait I don't want him to see me. I want to see if he was planning on telling us he's sick. I duck into a stall and hide.

I see him walk out and check his teeth in the mirror, he looks pretty sad. Well, I mean I would be sad if I just puked. But it's different, he looks... Depressed. He must of been sick this morning. Yeah! That explains why he ran to the bathroom so fast earlier! Why didn't he tell me, someone here is being a butt. And guess what, it's not me.

I walk out of the stall while he's checking himself out in the mirror, if I was that hot I'd spend all day looking at the mirror. "Haz" I say. He jumps up looking genuinely scared. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick." I finish.

"I-... So like I basically didn't really want... I didn't really want to like bother anyone" he studders. I'm suprised he got any words out at all. But... Why would he think it would bug us if he was sick. One word that I've been using a lot lately. Wierd.

"It's fine if your sick... I can just tell Pau-" I manage to get out before he interrupts me.

"No. Don't tell Paul, I'm feeling better I probably just ate something funny last night. No big deal" he replies much calmer than before.

We walk out of the washroom chit-chatting about random things like we always do.

Liam POV

"Do you lads know where Louis and Harry went, Lou said he was going to use the bathroom like ten minutes ago, and he's still not back." I ask. I swear, it's unfair that I have to watch them. Don't get me wrong, I love the boys, but next Christmas I'm getting them all leashes that say 'if found please return to Liam Payne at syco records'. Those could come in handy.

After giving it a minute of thought Zayn replies "I haven't seen them, I don't really know where Harry was off to"

Through all of this Niall is just sitting there cracking up with a face that's tomato read with tear tracks running down his face. "Niall, are you okay" I ask.

"Lou and Harry are probably in one of the bathroom stalls fucking each others brains out."he replies while struggling to breathe. How funny. Not.

"Really Nialler, I don't need those images carved into my brain, I won't even be able to look at them now." I say back. Eww, that's just completely and utterly disgusting. I'm seriously not even kidding about the leashes any more. It's bad enough I had to watch them make out... I don't want any other pictures in my head. Your probably confused about what I just said. Harry and Lou have kissed before, but neither of them remember it. I suppose that could be considered a good thing.

***FLASHBACK***

I can't believe I'm the only one here who's actually sober, not that I want to be. Someone has to be the designated driver. I mean, even Simon is tipsy. And he's SIMON COWELL, i have to admit he's one of those funny drunk people, he loses his uptightness. Man, I need to find something to do. I walk out onto to the dance floor and find Danielle my ALMOST girlfriend. Trust me, she'll be my girlfriend by the end of the night, the group just got signed to a record label, what kind of girl wouldn't date a singer. I'm just scared about our schedules, but we'll make it work. We're having some good fun when I spot Louis and Harry running around the club, Louis pretending to be his plastic bird Kevin, and Harry doing a, dare I say good impression of Hannah Montana. Louis' making 'tweet tweet' noises and flapping his arms while harrys shaking his arse shouting 'nobodys perfect, i gotta wok it'. Thier both drunk off thier asses.

They keep that up for a good five minutes before Harry falls flat on his face. Louis starts sobbing and try's to heal Harry wound by 'kissing it better'. One thing leads to another and they start full on making out. Thier tearing at each other clothes, and tugging them off piece by piece. I really don't wanna witness this, both of them are to drunk to make logical decisions, like not having sex with your best mate! My eyes burn, oh my lord, I have never seen people do that with so much force. Talk about sexual tension, I better stop this before it goes from pg-13 to R

***END OF FLASHBACK***

That ladies and gentleman is how I lost my eye sight in my left eye. But seriously, neither of them remember the x factor finale party, and I don't plan on speaking about it.

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