You live my life *complete*

One Direction is the biggest band in the world. Well, it used to be.
It's been one year since the band is over. Niall and Harry had an argument which causes the end of the boys band. But what if Niall and Harry meet again one day, at random, and they end living each other's life? Could the weirdest incident ever fix their friendship?


8. Afternoon with Louis

Niall's POV

"Hey!" Louis yelled as I opened the front door. He hugged me. "Come and help me, I can't carry everything out of the trunk!"

We walked toward his car and he opened it. He handed me one pack of beer and took two others one out.

I have to find an excuse quick. I can't drink. What if I end up telling him about what happened? I can't risk him to know. I'm not even sure to be able to act correctly without drinking. Hang on... I could make him drink a lot so that he won't notice there is something wrong! I think I'll do that!
 We sat on the sofa and Louis turned the TV on. Luckily he did it ; I had no idea where the remote was.

The game had already began : Derby vs Manchester United. I have to try not to say a word about it. I can go crazy when I'm watching the Derby play. I know it but I can't help it.
Louis opened a beer and drank half of it. Then, he handed me one. I didn't move. I just stared at it.

"Take it. I won't hold it the whole afternoon," he chuckled.

"No, thanks. I... I don't feel well..." I lied. He stared at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" He didn't seem convinced. Come on, Niall! Find something to say!

"Well, I... I still have hangover," I quickly said.

"Hangover? Explain!"

"I was really upset about what Simon suggested. So, when I came back home, I drank. Too much."

He looked at me, agape. "Harry...You should have called me. Did you take aspirin?" He looked worried. Maybe, I shouldn't have say that. I shook my head and he got up.

"Where are you going?" I stuttered.

He didn't answer. I waited for a while before he came back with a glass in his hand. He handed it to me with a medicine. I looked up at him.

"No, don't worry, I don't need it." He gave me strict look and I couldn't do anything but drink. Eurgh! I hate medicines! But Louis seemed relieved. He sat back and finished his beer.

I have to eat something! I can't stand having that taste in the mouth! I stood up and ran into the kitchen. I opened the first cupboard I saw and grabbed a packet of crisps. Then, I walked back in the living-room, eating. I sat back and ate quickly.

And then, I noticed Louis was staring at me with a questioning look. I stopped eating at once. How am I going to explain him that? He won't believe a single word I'll say. Harry never eat outward meals. I just looked at him. He put his beer down on the table and crossed his arms. I could feel sweat streaming down my forehead.

Suddenly my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. The number wasn't registered but I recognize it straight away. It was mine. Harry was calling me. But I can't answer in front of Louis. So, I hung up and put it back in my pocket and looked at Louis as if nothing had happened.

"You don't answer?" he asked, surprised.

"No, I don't. I don't want to be bothered when I'm with you!" I told him, hoping he won't ask any other question.

"Maybe, you don't want me to know who calls you," he said with a cheeky smile. I shook my head.

But then, my phone rang again. Why is he calling me now?! He knows Louis is here! I ignored it and looked at the TV. The ringing stopped after what seemed to be hours. None of us spoke. Harry called a third time. I kept on watching TV but I could feel Louis' look on me.

Once it stopped ringing, Louis put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you dating someone and you don't want me to know?" he asked me. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"What? No! No, I'm not." He didn't seem to believe me.

"You can tell me everything. Come on!" he insisted.

"But I'm telling the truth!" He shook his head.

I know Louis won't give up. He is so stubborn!

"What's her name?" He asked me, winking.

"What? Louis, you..."

"Harry." He looked me straight in the eyes.

"Elizabeth," I quickly said. I couldn't look him in the eyes any longer.

"I knew it!" he exclaimed.

Hang on. Oh no! I didn't... I told him the first name which came to my mind. Harry's going to kill me... Just thinking about it frightened me. Harry is unstoppable when he is angry. It made me think of the last time I saw him, last year, when he broke my nose.

"You look pale," Louis told me. "You need rest. I'll go back at my place." I nodded.

He stood up and grabbed the packs of beer.

"You can leave them here," I told him. "They will be for the next time you'll come." He stared at me and moved closer. He put his hand on my arm.

"No. I better take them back. See you, take care." And then, he left the house.

Why did he take them? Half the cupboards are empty, he could have put them there. He will find them at the very same place if he comes back.

I stayed on the couch for a while. Then, I got the phone out of my pocket, took a deep breath and called Harry.

He answered straight away.

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