"We stay up all night to get lucky!" The music blared in my ears and I jumped up, slamming my now empty glass on the counter of the bar. "Woah!" I screamed, running into the crowd. A random blonde girl came up to me, beginning to grind herself onto me as I wrapped my arms around her. After that, everything just became a quick blur.

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"Louis! Wake up!" I felt a cold hand tap my cheek, making me stir.

"He moved!" I think that was Niall..

"He's alive!" That was definitely Harry. Dumbass.

"Harry are you serious?" Oh shit. Simon. At least he confirmed it was Harry.

With another tap on my cheek, I slowly blinked my eyes open, looking up at everyone who were staring down at me. With a groan, I turned over, only to fall off the couch onto the hardwood floor. "Oh dammit," I whispered to myself, sitting up on my elbows.

I blinked away the excess water that was piling up in my eyes and fixed my bright blue orbs on the lads and Simon. "Louis, why did you go out last night? I specifically told you absolutely no." Simon asked, crossing his arms authoritatively.

"Because I wanted to have fun?" I quizzed slightly, letting a small smirk appear on my lips as I shrugged. Liam scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Sorrrryyyy." I mimicked what he said to Dani yesterday morning I believe when he made her an extra pancake.

He just scoffed again.

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time Louis, we are all fucking sick of it. Might as well kick you out of the band." He spat harshly, walking from the room in a rush. Huh, I don't even remember coming back here. Weird. I'm getting off topic..

I followed him with my gaze as he left the room and shrugged again. Turning back to everyone else, as I shuffled to my feet. I placed a hand on the wall to keep myself from falling over. "What shit in his cornflakes?"

Niall, who just finished his sandwich, spoke before someone else could. "Fruitloops.." He looked around as Zayn rolled his eyes, "What? Liam had Fruitloops this morning.." I chuckled and that sucked. Because all attention was put back on me.

With a groan, I leaned on the entire wall. "So, what's up?"

"What's up Louis? Are you kidding me?! I'm done with all this bullshit you've put your bandmates, and I, through, this is the last fucking straw," I watched in astonishment as Simon's face reddened and he actually cursed.

"I am completely and utterly done with this. It all started when YOU broke up with Eleanor! If you aren't going to get back with her I have another solution." He was now almost directly in front of me. I gulped. "Are you going to get back with Eleanor?" I shook my head 'no'.

"Then it's settled. Pack your stuff." Was he kicking me out of the band? What? He couldn't! "For the remainder of this two month break, and your Christmas break," ohh.. "you will be back in London. Not at your home, not near Eleanor, not near any of the lads. None of you will have contact. And you will not be in any media activity, or I will take you out of this band." He spat before turning around.

I cleaned my jaw and before he made it to the door, spoke. "You can't do that! It's not fair!"

Simon turned back to me, the same anger from a few seconds ago still blaring in his eyes. "It is as far as it should be. You leave tomorrow, and to make sure you're fine, I will have a friend of mine's daughter check up on you everyday. You'll get a list of rules tomorrow before you get on your flight. That is it, Louis, it is done." He turned. And left. Slamming the door behind him.