Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 9 - VAS HAPPENIN' FUCKERS!

*Zayn's POV*

After putting my clothes back on and quickly washing my face to wake myself up a bit more, I go downstairs and to the cupboard under the stairs where I once hid an air horn a few months ago, and find it exactly where I left it, under a few boxes of junk.

I take it upstairs and carefully open Harry's door first, seeing him and Liam cuddled up together, Harry's arm wrapped tight around Liam. Trying not to laugh, I leave them and go to the next door along, Louis', and open the door to hear the faint noise of... our songs? It's 'One Thing'... okay, bit weird but okay.

I step back and go to the middle of the two doors, blasting the air horn as loud as I can, yelling "VAS HAPPENIN' FUCKERS! WAKE UP!"

I look to the rooms to see all four boys suddenly wake up, startled by the sudden noise. I hear an Irish, "What the FUCK Zayn?" from Louis' room, and a "Finally, I can breathe..." from Liam.

I quickly run downstairs, knowing that all four boys are going to chase after me and probably end up injuring me. So, I drop the air horn to the floor and slip on my shoes, before saying. "Bye boys! And good morning!"as I struggle to open the door, hearing footsteps coming down the stairs behind me.

Eventually I get the door open, quickly getting outside, and shutting it right as Louis reached it, flashing him a quick smile before getting into the passenger side of Liam's car which I stole the keys to, and lock it from the inside. I take out my phone as I wait for the other boys to come down so we can go home and get our luggage.

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*Louis' POV*

Looking out of the window I see all of the cars passing by; everyone rushing to work; some people in suits, some people dressed more casually, and some people just in their uniform for wherever they work. We're on our way to Heathrow, and I'm sat in the back of the car on the right, with Niall sat next to me, because he insisted on sitting in the middle. Liam is sat next to him, and Harry is sat in front of me with Zayn next to him.

Simon sent someone to drive us around and make sure that we're all safe and not doing anything too stupid, his name's Kevin. He's quite nice, and I have a feeling he won't be paying too much attention to us, and that he'll just be enjoying the holiday. We're all fine with that. In any case, we're going to make him have fun and not just follow us all day telling us what to do.

The car turns off the motorway, meaning we're nearly there, and I get really excited. Well... excited and nervous, I don't really like planes too much, they're kinda scary. But then again, I'm pretty sure we all think that.

I glance over at Niall and Liam, Niall on his phone and Liam staring at Harry. That's weird, Liam's usually the one on his phone. Wait, why's he looking at Harry? I look over to Harry and see him looking sort of fed up with Liam, putting his finger on his lips to tell Liam to shut up, even though he wasn't talking...

"Everything alright?" I ask, and Harry and Liam look over at me nervously, Niall looking at me because I suddenly said something after being silent for most of the drive.

"Uh... yeah, everything's fine. Liam was just being a bitch." He clearly convinced Niall, because he went back to his phone, not commenting on anything that just happened, but I spend too much time with Harry to know when he's lying. However, I decided to leave it because I didn't want to ruin the mood.

"Oh, okay. Seems about right." I say, not really meaning it, shrugging my shoulders to make it more believable to the other boys, but I know that Harry knows I'm lying, because he spends so much time with me.

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*Liam's POV*

The previous night.