Hideaway [h.s]

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Niall Horan

2018

"Okay, get out." I say to the passed out guy and girl on the hallway floor, nudging them with my foot as I walk by.

I dodge all the red solo cups and trash that layers the hallway floor, mixed with all of the bodies I nudge to get up. I open the door to Liam's room- seeing him passed out with a random chick in his bed.

"Hey." I bang my knuckles on the open door, making Liam blink his eyes open and lifting his head from the bed. "Lets go we have a lot of shit to go over today." I say, making him nod but crash his head back down on the bed.

I leave the door open and continue to walk down the hallway, leaning over the railing to see the trash and mess of bodies all over the first floor.

"Okay everyone, get the hell out!" I yell over the railing, making everyone start to wake up to their hangovers. I turn back down the hallway to see Louis walking the opposite direction in just his jeans and a tired look on his face.

"Niall shut the fuck up its 9am." He groans while walking by me with messy hair and a cup of some sort of liquid in his hand.

"We are meeting in the kitchen in five minutes. Get everyone out of here." I state to him, ignoring his ignorant comment.

I walk to Harry's room and open up the door to see him sitting up in just his jeans on his bed with a half naked chick straddling his lap. Their lips moved together before I banged my fist on the door. Harry turns his head to me while the blonde starts kissing his jawline.

"Meeting in 5 minutes." I say to Harry.

"Samantha was just leaving." He mumbles, making her pull back.

"It's Sydney." She says in offence.

"You're lucky I remembered the S." He says while pushing her off his lap onto the bed so he can stand up.

I turn around and walk down the staircase to the living room, seeing how the bodies have cleared out. Last night was insane, I don't even remember half of it. We need to discuss Malignant though and make a plan if we want this to follow through before the end of the year.

I walk to the kitchen and see all the alcohol bottles and cans everywhere, making me clean the ones just off the table that we use. The kitchen was so dimly lit due to the shut curtains at every window- creating an unplanned eery vibe.

I flick on the light that hangs right over the kitchen table, shining it down on the circled wooden surface.

Liam emerges in his track pants and a sweater, scratching the back of his neck while sitting down at the table. I walk over to the cabinet under the sink and grab the folder that keeps all of the written plans and schemes.

Louis comes over in a black t-shirt and jeans with his cup of mysterious liquor in his hands, sitting down in his seat opposite to Liam. I drop the folder on the table, making a loud slapping noise. Liam and Louis both flinch in annoyance at the sound.

"Can you tone it down a bit Ni? I have a killer headache." Liam says while rubbing the tired bags under his eyes.

"Yeah not everyone is like you and never gets a hangover." Louis mumbles while also rubbing his tired eyes.

"Louis why don't you try drinking water instead of more alcohol if you feel like shit?" I ask.

"It better to just stay drunk." He states in seriousness.