Stop Being A Dickhead
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"I didn't drink the milk, Zayn!" I yell at Zayn from the living room.
"We're the only ones up, who else could have done it?!" Zayn yelled back coming through the door.
"Harry! He drinks milk and cookies every night! Stop being a dickhead," I say.
"You're the fucking pussyface who drank it all!" he said.
"Dickhead!"
"Pussyface!"
"Make up already. It's been a year. I know you miss sex. How many times have you guys done it in the past year?" Harry asked on the stairs. We shut up," Exactly," he said walking back up the stairs," And Zayn, I drank the milk, Moron." Zayn looked embarassed. I took the carton out of his hand.
"I'll buy some more milk and throw the empty carton away because that's what I always do," I say.
"No, I will this time," Zayn says grabbing the carton.
"How about you both go?" Liam says.
"Fine!" we say. He shoves the empty milk carton in the trash.
"I'll drive," Zayn says grabbing the keys from my hand.
"No, I will," I say.
"I will," Liam says taking them from me and silently cussing us out.
"I will be at McDonald's then Starbucks then I'll pick you up. Don't kill each other," Liam says. We walk into Walmart. We go into the dairy section. Zayn grabs the 1 percent milk and I grab the 2.
"It's 1 percent," he said with a smile to indicate that we weren't arguing in public.
"2," I say doing the same thing. I hear a click. We turn to see paparazzi.
"Go away!" Zayn yelled standing straight up and walking towards them. They started to run away and we laughed then stopped in the akward moment.
"Lets just get both," I say and he nodds. We get the milk and run out of the store.
We sit on a bench waiting for Liam. After about an hour or so we get up and start towards our house. My hand was freezing. He looked dow at my hand and grabbed it. I smiled at him.
We walk inside. I look at Liam and frown. He smiled. I go to my room.
"We're the only ones up, who else could have done it?!" Zayn yelled back coming through the door.
"Harry! He drinks milk and cookies every night! Stop being a dickhead," I say.
"You're the fucking pussyface who drank it all!" he said.
"Dickhead!"
"Pussyface!"
"Make up already. It's been a year. I know you miss sex. How many times have you guys done it in the past year?" Harry asked on the stairs. We shut up," Exactly," he said walking back up the stairs," And Zayn, I drank the milk, Moron." Zayn looked embarassed. I took the carton out of his hand.
"I'll buy some more milk and throw the empty carton away because that's what I always do," I say.
"No, I will this time," Zayn says grabbing the carton.
"How about you both go?" Liam says.
"Fine!" we say. He shoves the empty milk carton in the trash.
"I'll drive," Zayn says grabbing the keys from my hand.
"No, I will," I say.
"I will," Liam says taking them from me and silently cussing us out.
"I will be at McDonald's then Starbucks then I'll pick you up. Don't kill each other," Liam says. We walk into Walmart. We go into the dairy section. Zayn grabs the 1 percent milk and I grab the 2.
"It's 1 percent," he said with a smile to indicate that we weren't arguing in public.
"2," I say doing the same thing. I hear a click. We turn to see paparazzi.
"Go away!" Zayn yelled standing straight up and walking towards them. They started to run away and we laughed then stopped in the akward moment.
"Lets just get both," I say and he nodds. We get the milk and run out of the store.
We sit on a bench waiting for Liam. After about an hour or so we get up and start towards our house. My hand was freezing. He looked dow at my hand and grabbed it. I smiled at him.
We walk inside. I look at Liam and frown. He smiled. I go to my room.
