World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

48.0

"Harry, are you out of your mind? I'm not going to let you pay for this."

"I'm not asking for your permission," I start to walk again.

"No, seriously," he rushes to stop me, "You won't do this."

"Yes, I will," I insist, "And now there's no way to stop me because I already feel challenged. And you know how stubborn I get about challenges."

"No, seriously," he looks to the ground, "This is fucked up."

"Louis," I put my finger on his chin to make him look at me, "I don't care about money. I know this will make you happy so I'm more than okay with doing it."

"I'll never be able to pay you back," he shakes his head, "And I don't know if Niall will, you know how ridiculous he is."

"I can think of other ways for you to pay me back," I act playful, "Remember the bottoming or topping thing? The argument will be over after this."

"What?" he laughs.

"I'm kidding," I pull him closer to me, "Seeing you happy is enough payment."

"I don't like this," he pouts again, "It's a lot of money."

"Who cares? Money comes and goes," I say, "You don't have to worry about it."

"I'll make Niall pay you back, I promise."

"I don't care," I start to walk.

"And if he doesn't, I'll get another job to pay you back myself," he insists.

"You won't," I dismiss the idea, "That means you'll have less free time to be with me and I don't want that."

"Yeah, me neither but I'll make the bottom bitch pay," he sounds determined.

"Bottom bitch," I nod, "Yeah, you can definitely call him that."

"I knew you'd like it," he smiles.

"Now let's act manly for the police," I get serious, "Isn't homosexuality a crime here?"

"I'd go to jail for you," he jokes.

"And I'd bail you out, bum," I wink at him.

Almost an hour of paper work and other boring stuff later, I hear the hottie's voice getting closer to us. Looks like we are finally about to leave this place for good.

"What did you do to get me out?" he smirks at Louis, "Got on your knees and everything?"

"If I were as good as you are at getting on your knees, I would have gotten you out hours ago," the tourist slays.

"You just got served," I laugh at his extremely white and blushed face.

"Where's my stuff?" he ignores us.

"You had nothing on you when we found you," the officer explains, "Only your clothes and... well, the thing that got you locked in the first place."

"What about my wallet? My phone? My documents?" he is starting to freak out.

"Right, you only had your passport," he handles it to him, "Here you go."

"Shit," he mumbles as he walks to the exit door.

"Aren't you going to thank us?" the tourist stops him.

"Thank you," he sounds ironic.

"You are unbelievable," he shakes his head and turns to me, "Why didn't you let me leave him here?"

"I can ask for my money back," I joke, "Just tell me and I will."

"Money?" Niall turns to me.

"He bailed you out, asshole," Louis answers.

"Did you?" he asks me.

"Yeah," I nod, "No need thank me though. I didn't do it for you. I couldn't care less about you."

"I'll pay you back as soon as I can find my credit card," he says.

"No rush," I grab my tourist's hand as we walk out of the place.

"Thank you," I hear the Irish accent speak.

"What?" I pretend I didn't hear him.

"Thank you," he seems honest, "Seriously, thank you. It was a nightmare being in there."

"It's okay," I smile, "We are good."

I feel the tourist squeezing my hand so I turn to him and the way he is looking at me makes me feel so proud. The smile on his face and seeing how happy he looks makes it all worth it.

"Finally!" Liam yells from a van. What the hell?

"Did you just steal a car?" I walk to them, "I'm not going to be able to bail you out as well."

"We rented it," Zayn says.

"No flight tickets available to go to Rio and there's absolutely no way I'm getting on a bus, so we thought this would be a nice idea," Liam explains, "A roadtrip! God, I'm excited."

"Aren't you excited too?" Zayn yells.

"Yeah," I laugh, "This is pretty cool." I turn to the tourist, "Isn't it?"

"I'm not sure I'm invited," he mumbles to me.

"Of course you are invited," Liam says, "Get in! If we hurry up, we can make it on time to party in Rio tonight!"

"But the next match is in Belo Horizonte," the tourist says.

"We know, we know," Liam answers, "We already planned the whole thing. Two days in Rio and then another roadtrip to Belo Horizonte!"

"Sounds like fun," I open the door for the tourist to get in, "Let's go!" Before I jump into the car, I remember about the Irish douche. "Hey," I call him, "Where are you going?"

"I'll just walk to the hotel," he answers, "Have a nice trip!"

"But you have no money," I say.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine," he starts to walk away.

"Harry," Louis calls me, "I know what you are thinking. It's better like this. We've done enough for him and he doesn't even appreciate it."

"It kind of feels wrong to leave him here," I sigh.

"There's room in the car," Liam says.

"Are we seriously going to bring your boyfriend's ex to our roadtrip?" Zayn asks.

"It wasn't my idea," Louis rushes to say, "Don't add another reason to hate me."

"He doesn't hate you," Liam explains, "He is just jealous as fuck."

"Shut up," Zayn punches his boyfriend's arm.

"Niall!" I call him.

"Yeah?" he turns around.

"Let's go to Rio," I say, "There's room for you here."

I know I said this before and, even if I didn't, I'm sure you all already noticed by now. I fucking rock.

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