World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

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THE SUMMER-LUVING

“It’s alright,” the tourist says as he walks to us.

“Thank God!” the ginger celebrates enthusiastically.

“They were just trying to scare her,” he explains, “She really took it too far back in the station.”

“Yeah,” her boytoy tries to hold his laugh, “But it was harmless. She was just having fun.”

“She kicked the lady in the butt, literally,” he shakes his head.

“I bet it was by accident,” her man defends her, “Where is she by the way? When are they bringing her back?”

“They are doing some paperwork, she should be back in no time.”

“I’m going to forever make fun of her because of this,” I laugh.

“Me too,” Ed smiles, “But I was dying 10 minutes ago. I thought this would end up badly.”

“I’m glad we have you here to translate for us,” I turn to the tourist, “You saved the day.”

“As always,” he winks and I’m dying to smack his face with a kiss but I don’t think the Police Station is the right place to do it.

“Whatever,” Zayn rolls his eyes, “It’s not like they were communicating in Portuguese.”

“What?”

“I heard the whole thing. They were talking in English,” he turns to the tourist, “Weren’t you?”

“Um,” he blushes a little. God, he is even cuter when he blushes.

“You are just jealous because you are not bilingual like he is,” I defend him.

“We were speaking English actually,” Louis confesses, “Just some words in Portuguese.”

“Liar,” Zayn coughs.

“Okay, no words in Portuguese then,” he pouts at me, “Just… Yeah, whatever.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cool,” I mouth to him.

“Told you,” Zayn lets out an annoying laugh, “He is a fake.”

“Hey!” I glare at him, “Watch your words when you talk to him.”

“Oh,” he shakes his hands in front of my face, “So protective of him. You’ve known each other for what? Three days?”

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Liam frowns.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he shrugs, “I just don’t like snitches.”

“Okay,” Louis doesn’t seem affected, “I think I deserve that.”

“No, you don’t,” I’m starting to get pissed, “What the hell is wrong with you, Zayn?”

“Yeah, you should be thanking Louis. You’ve been wanting Harry to find out since forever.”

“Nah, it’s okay, I get it,” the tourist talks again, “I shouldn’t have said anything but I just assumed-”

“Whatever,” Zayn cuts him off while staring at my tourist from his feet to his face, “Your nice bum won’t fool me.”

“What!?”

“You seriously need to stop making comments about his arse,” Liam gets serious, “I’m starting to get pissed.”

“And I’m pissed already,” I get closer to Zayn, “So stop.”

“Hey, guys!” the ginger tries to calm us down, “This is not the right place.”