The Prank Wars
One of One
Liam can swear he still feels the itching powder Louis left in his boxers over a week ago. Tugging at the tan pants hugging his hips, he makes a face just wishing he could dig into his pants and scratch.
"What's wrong, Li? Ants in your pants?" Zayn Malik snickers. "It's been a week mate, I'm sure you're just imagining things now."
"Shove off," Liam grumbles.
He still hadn't forgiven Louis for his little stunt. When he actually tried to on one occasion, all he could picture was the horde of fans in the crowd laughing at him on stage as he tried to figure out why the bloody hell his bum felt like it was on fire. It was really easy to not forgive Louis after he thought about it.
"Here," a water bottle is tossed his way.
"Thanks," Liam opens the cap, taking a swig.
Zayn snorts violently, turning back around quickly and muttering something about finding Niall. Liam looks down at the water bottle, frowning.
"Did Louis get his hands on this?!"
"I don't know, mate!" Zayn calls back.
Liam takes another cautious sip. That boy better not have. He was about fed up with Louis' pranks, from the itching powder to asking Zayn to shave off his left eyebrow. Plus today was another interview. He didn't want to be caught dead dancing around like an idiot in front of professional cameras.
"Liam! How are ya, mate?"
Liam groans, because Louis' voice is about the last one he wants to hear at the moment.
"Go away."
"Aw, are you still mad about the concert?"
The older boy wraps an arm around his shoulder, forcing Liam to glance over at that cheeky grin.
He doesn't answer.
"I said I was sorry."
"And my eyebrow."
"I said I was sorry about that too. I promise, no more awful pranks after today."
Liam spits out his water.
"What did you do to this!?"
Louis smacks a hand over his heart, feigning shock.
"What do you mean? I'd never do anything to you, Liam. You're my best mate."
Liam returns the bottle of water to his mouth.
"Yeah, sure."
"Truce?" Louis sticks his hand out.
Liam eyes it suspiciously. But he guesses he has to have a little faith in Louis, you can't, or shouldn't, go back on a handshake.
"Truce." Liam sighs, shaking on it.
"Hey, did you by any chance have something to eat today?"
"Breakfast, why?"
Louis shrugs, biting his lip.
"It's a pretty big interview, mate. Gotta get all your nutrition for the day."
And Liam suddenly gets the sinking feeling that Louis somehow broke the truce already.
"I found him!" Zayn calls out, reappearing, pushing a shorter blond boy in front of him.
"Yeah," Niall grumbles. "They said the interview is gonna be pushed back about a half hour because one of the interviewers is sick."
"Great," Harry groans.
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The next few minutes pass by slowly. Niall has run off again with Harry at his side. No doubt the two boys are off to find trouble, but Liam doesn't feel like dealing with them at the moment. Louis sits with his phone, most likely texting Eleanor and Zayn is chatting up a group of young make-up artists.
"Liam Payne?"
"That's me, love," Liam fixes his gaze on the artists.
"You're up next."
"Louis, you too," another girl calls out.
Liam and Louis settle into opposite chairs, the former eying the suspicious smirk on the latter's lips.
"Isn't it fun getting your make-up done with your best mate?" Liam overhears as the powder brush tickles his nose. He just grunts, trying not to sneeze. Suddenly his stomach rumbles uncomfortably, causing him to frown. Shifting to get comfortable in the chair doesn't help any as another groan is produced.
"Tell me again what you ate this morning, Li?" Louis is looking at him through his own mirror.
"Just some eggs and bacon. And toast," he answers, furrowing his eyebrows in discomfort.
"Yum," is Louis' only reply.
Exactly. And the meal had been over a few hours ago. Why was his stomach deciding to act up now? The brush is put down, and Liam grabs a quick sip of water before his wavy hair is styled, hoping all of his insides' complaining isn't anything serious.
"Alright boys, five minutes 'till you're on! Where are Niall and Harry?"
"I'll go find them!" Louis jumps out of his chair quickly, running off in Harry and Niall's general direction. Liam just shakes his head, trying to figure out the Doncaster boy's latest evil scheme.
"Good luck," the make-up girls giggle.
"Thanks."
Liam's worry increases tenfold as all five boys walk out onto the stage together, because his stomach won't let up. In fact, it grows increasingly temperamental and flips dangerously as he takes a seat in the middle of the couch, Niall and Harry at either side.
"Hello boys, and welcome to The Sullivan Show!"
"Thank you," all five reply in unison. "Kat is very sorry she can't make it, so I'll be interviewing you, my name is Jaime."
"I'm sorry she had to get sick," Harry quips. "I've heard she's very cute."
The interviewer laughs, as if on cue, expecting something like that from the Holmes Chapel native. Liam rubs his hands against his knees as they start to clam up. His stomach suddenly feels as if he's ploughed through an entire spicy Mexican buffet without Harry's or Niall's help.
"You okay, mate?" Niall asks, taking notice of his friend's pale expression.
Liam nods, taking in a deep breath and holding it in while he tries to move his hand up to his stomach without seeming suspicious.
"Liam?" The interviewer asks.
"Oh I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that."
"I said, how are you and your squeeze doing?"
Oh please don't say squeeze, Liam thinks to himself desperately.
"We... We're-" Suddenly, instead of Liam's voice filling the auditorium, a long, pitiful groan cuts him off. Followed by a horribly wet-sounding fart. Liam's eyes fall closed in shame.
"Oh God."
"Uhm," the interviewer sounds unsure where to begin. "Sorry Liam, I think I might be a little tone deaf, but that didn't sound like an answer," he chuckles nervously. "That sounded like you were-"
"Oh, bloody hell!" Niall jumps from the couch, shielding his nose with his white polo. Liam looks over, red faced, at Harry who's gone a few shades greener.
"I'm- I'm so sorry," Liam chokes, sweaty fists grabbing at the tan trousers he's wearing. He looks around frantically, searching for any door that looks like it could lead to a bathroom. "A-Accident."
"Accident?!" Niall screeches. "That smells fucking noxious!"
The girls in the crowd gasp as Zayn swoops in to save the day.
"Yeah, very sorry about that ladies. That's why we don't let Niall talk very much in public."
The audience laughs, much to Liam's displeasure. He's too afraid to exhale, just in case his stomach explodes on him. Then his eyes catch a certain prankster behind Harry.
Louis has that damn smirk on his lips again. Liam can only feel himself getting angrier and angrier as he tries to figure out what Louis might've done this time. Suddenly, his stomach gives a long, pitiful groan and his chocolate eyes widen in horror. Oh shit.
"You," Liam spits venomously, catching said prankster's attention.
"I'm going to kill you, Tomlinson."
He groans again when his bowels give a particularly awful shove, and he darts from the couch and off the stage, Louis' voice chasing after him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Liam!" Liam whips around, almost doubling over in pain and concentration.
"What the fuck did you do to me?! It was the water wasn't it? Wasn't it?!"
"I didn't know this would happen, I only dissolved some laxatives into the water."
"How many?"
"Three or four," Louis admits.
"Louis!" Liam howls. "You're a fucking twat, you know that!? Three or four?! I'm going to be shitting my own stomach out now!"
By this time, Niall, Zayn and Harry have rushed backstage to see what's wrong with Liam. Another toxic fart is released and Louis wrinkles his nose.
"Oh god, Niall was right. Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom," he offers bravely.
Liam just hopes he can make it as Louis guides him, realizing that this was why Louis offered to round up Niall and Harry before the interview. To scout out the bathroom for when his prank kicked in. Literally. In that split second, Liam decides that Louis cannot go unpunished. It's time for a taste of his own medicine.
"Oh, it is on, Lou. It is so on. This is war," he seethes.
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As the tour continues for the next few days, the tour bus is dead silent. None of the boys dare ask for the full story of what happened after the interview, which had been ultimately called off due to Liam's 'sickness'. Louis actually felt bad for what he did. He hadn't exactly paid attention to the warning to take one laxative at a time. Or, he didn't exactly heed the warning. Poor Liam wasn't able to get off the toilet for an hour an a half. And even after, it looked extremely painful to walk. He suspected that Liam's bum had hurt much more than the time it was subject to the itching powder.
However, that remorse was quickly curbed when he started receiving literally thousands of calls from enthusiastic fans the next day. Louis later found out that his real cell number had been leaked by another 'fan', who was no doubt Liam bent on revenge. Louis had to admit, that trick was really lame. Annoying, but lame. All he had to do was change his number and that was that. So now he sits on his bunk, texting Eleanor and thinking.
Thinking diabolical thoughts.
Liam had been passive throughout all of Louis' pranking. Louis was even going to give up and move onto Niall after the laxatives. Why fight back now? Louis wonders.
That wasn't nice Lou, Eleanor texts back once he tells her about the joke. Louis just rolls his eyes. Is he the only one that finds it was a bit funny?
He puts down his phone, stretching and decides to join the others. Passing the bathroom door, Louis looks in, seeing Liam playing with his hair and styling it. And an ingenious idea hits him. Louis smirks, quickly moving on so Liam doesn't notice he was ever there. He sprints to the front of the bus, catching the driver off-guard.
"Take us to a pharmacy, please. Or a drug mart, I ran out of tooth paste." The driver nods silently, and an hour later Louis is scouring the hair care aisle of a CVS, a malicious smile spreading across his lips.
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The next morning, Liam unsuspectingly pours a glob of shampoo on his head, lathering it in as he enjoys the hot water sinking into his skin. Nothing strikes him as funny or off when a girlier scent permeates the steam soaked bathroom. It doesn't hit him until he takes his hands out of his hair to rinse them off, noticing and staring at the handfuls of hair that stuck to his fingers. Mouth agape, he washes his hands off quickly and runs them through again, pulling out more clumps of hair.
"What the- [i]Louis![/i]"
Liam jumps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his torso and sprints to the lounge area on the bus.
"What [i]is[/i] this?" Liam points to his nearly bald head. Harry's, Niall's and Zayn's mouths all fall open in simultaneous shock. Louis flashes an innocent smile.
"I thought you liked Nair?"
"Nair?!" Liam yells. "This is Nair?! Louis, you are... so immature!"
Later on, after Liam had managed to rinse all of the Nair shampoo mixture from what was left of his hair, he recruits Zayn to shave the rest off.
"All of it?" The tan boy asks, turning on the electric razor uncertainly.
"Does it look like anything can be saved?" Liam snaps back. With that, Zayn shaves off what is left.
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The prank wars keep going after the Nair fiasco through the next couple weeks of tour. Harry, Niall and Zayn just sit back and keep quiet as Louis scares Liam while the newly shaved boy relieves his bladder in the bathroom, Liam manages to switch a DvD Louis wanted to see with gay porn, and finally, Louis in turn stuffs a hairball into Liam's shoe. Something he won't admit to where he managed to get.
It currently stands at Liam: 2, Louis: 3.
The rest of One Direction are trying to bet what Liam's next plan of attack is. Harry thinks it's something Twitter related, Zayn leans more towards something to do with Eleanor and Niall is convinced Liam must be planning something as big as Louis' laxative prank.
Niall lucks out, earning forty dollars when all four boys hear a piercing shriek coming from the bathroom after the water turns off.
"What did you do?" Zayn asks when Liam snorts triumphantly.
He doesn't need to answer, because Louis storms out of the bathroom, much like Liam after his hair was sabotaged with Nair.
"You're a bastard!" Louis screeches as he points to his hair that has now taken on a puke green color.
Liam just shrugs, winking.
Louis' face burns a bright red before he stomps back into the bathroom.
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Later on that night after the boys, unfortunately- in Louis' opinion, wrap up another show, Liam gets a text from Louis' new number, telling him to meet the green haired boy outside their tour bus after everyone has gone to bed.
Liam should know better, he really should by now, but he ventures outside the comfort and relative safety of the bus anyway.
He sees Louis' figure in the dark and cautiously makes his way towards him.
"Don't worry, mate," Louis says. "No surprises tonight."
Liam raises an eyebrow. "So you're admitting defeat?"
"I'm calling a truce, for real this time." Louis sticks his hand out.
Liam ponders this as he stares at the outstretched offering.
"Fine. Truce."
Liam shakes Louis' hand again.
"Truce," Louis echoes.
"But why?"
"Because there can't be two pranksters in the band, that's my job," Louis grins. "You're supposed to keep me grounded. That's your job. Plus I still feel bad about giving you those laxatives. And my hair and my ego took quite a beating today."
Liam laughs.
"So you are admitting defeat."
"So we're good?" Louis asks after a beat of silence.
"Yeah, we're good."
"Gimme a hug, Li."
Liam complies, holding Louis tightly.
"Now tell me you love me."
"You're pushing it, Lou." Louis squeezes Liam's back hard.
"Say it."
"I love you, Lou," Liam coughs out a laugh.
"I love you too, Li."
"What's wrong, Li? Ants in your pants?" Zayn Malik snickers. "It's been a week mate, I'm sure you're just imagining things now."
"Shove off," Liam grumbles.
He still hadn't forgiven Louis for his little stunt. When he actually tried to on one occasion, all he could picture was the horde of fans in the crowd laughing at him on stage as he tried to figure out why the bloody hell his bum felt like it was on fire. It was really easy to not forgive Louis after he thought about it.
"Here," a water bottle is tossed his way.
"Thanks," Liam opens the cap, taking a swig.
Zayn snorts violently, turning back around quickly and muttering something about finding Niall. Liam looks down at the water bottle, frowning.
"Did Louis get his hands on this?!"
"I don't know, mate!" Zayn calls back.
Liam takes another cautious sip. That boy better not have. He was about fed up with Louis' pranks, from the itching powder to asking Zayn to shave off his left eyebrow. Plus today was another interview. He didn't want to be caught dead dancing around like an idiot in front of professional cameras.
"Liam! How are ya, mate?"
Liam groans, because Louis' voice is about the last one he wants to hear at the moment.
"Go away."
"Aw, are you still mad about the concert?"
The older boy wraps an arm around his shoulder, forcing Liam to glance over at that cheeky grin.
He doesn't answer.
"I said I was sorry."
"And my eyebrow."
"I said I was sorry about that too. I promise, no more awful pranks after today."
Liam spits out his water.
"What did you do to this!?"
Louis smacks a hand over his heart, feigning shock.
"What do you mean? I'd never do anything to you, Liam. You're my best mate."
Liam returns the bottle of water to his mouth.
"Yeah, sure."
"Truce?" Louis sticks his hand out.
Liam eyes it suspiciously. But he guesses he has to have a little faith in Louis, you can't, or shouldn't, go back on a handshake.
"Truce." Liam sighs, shaking on it.
"Hey, did you by any chance have something to eat today?"
"Breakfast, why?"
Louis shrugs, biting his lip.
"It's a pretty big interview, mate. Gotta get all your nutrition for the day."
And Liam suddenly gets the sinking feeling that Louis somehow broke the truce already.
"I found him!" Zayn calls out, reappearing, pushing a shorter blond boy in front of him.
"Yeah," Niall grumbles. "They said the interview is gonna be pushed back about a half hour because one of the interviewers is sick."
"Great," Harry groans.
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The next few minutes pass by slowly. Niall has run off again with Harry at his side. No doubt the two boys are off to find trouble, but Liam doesn't feel like dealing with them at the moment. Louis sits with his phone, most likely texting Eleanor and Zayn is chatting up a group of young make-up artists.
"Liam Payne?"
"That's me, love," Liam fixes his gaze on the artists.
"You're up next."
"Louis, you too," another girl calls out.
Liam and Louis settle into opposite chairs, the former eying the suspicious smirk on the latter's lips.
"Isn't it fun getting your make-up done with your best mate?" Liam overhears as the powder brush tickles his nose. He just grunts, trying not to sneeze. Suddenly his stomach rumbles uncomfortably, causing him to frown. Shifting to get comfortable in the chair doesn't help any as another groan is produced.
"Tell me again what you ate this morning, Li?" Louis is looking at him through his own mirror.
"Just some eggs and bacon. And toast," he answers, furrowing his eyebrows in discomfort.
"Yum," is Louis' only reply.
Exactly. And the meal had been over a few hours ago. Why was his stomach deciding to act up now? The brush is put down, and Liam grabs a quick sip of water before his wavy hair is styled, hoping all of his insides' complaining isn't anything serious.
"Alright boys, five minutes 'till you're on! Where are Niall and Harry?"
"I'll go find them!" Louis jumps out of his chair quickly, running off in Harry and Niall's general direction. Liam just shakes his head, trying to figure out the Doncaster boy's latest evil scheme.
"Good luck," the make-up girls giggle.
"Thanks."
Liam's worry increases tenfold as all five boys walk out onto the stage together, because his stomach won't let up. In fact, it grows increasingly temperamental and flips dangerously as he takes a seat in the middle of the couch, Niall and Harry at either side.
"Hello boys, and welcome to The Sullivan Show!"
"Thank you," all five reply in unison. "Kat is very sorry she can't make it, so I'll be interviewing you, my name is Jaime."
"I'm sorry she had to get sick," Harry quips. "I've heard she's very cute."
The interviewer laughs, as if on cue, expecting something like that from the Holmes Chapel native. Liam rubs his hands against his knees as they start to clam up. His stomach suddenly feels as if he's ploughed through an entire spicy Mexican buffet without Harry's or Niall's help.
"You okay, mate?" Niall asks, taking notice of his friend's pale expression.
Liam nods, taking in a deep breath and holding it in while he tries to move his hand up to his stomach without seeming suspicious.
"Liam?" The interviewer asks.
"Oh I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that."
"I said, how are you and your squeeze doing?"
Oh please don't say squeeze, Liam thinks to himself desperately.
"We... We're-" Suddenly, instead of Liam's voice filling the auditorium, a long, pitiful groan cuts him off. Followed by a horribly wet-sounding fart. Liam's eyes fall closed in shame.
"Oh God."
"Uhm," the interviewer sounds unsure where to begin. "Sorry Liam, I think I might be a little tone deaf, but that didn't sound like an answer," he chuckles nervously. "That sounded like you were-"
"Oh, bloody hell!" Niall jumps from the couch, shielding his nose with his white polo. Liam looks over, red faced, at Harry who's gone a few shades greener.
"I'm- I'm so sorry," Liam chokes, sweaty fists grabbing at the tan trousers he's wearing. He looks around frantically, searching for any door that looks like it could lead to a bathroom. "A-Accident."
"Accident?!" Niall screeches. "That smells fucking noxious!"
The girls in the crowd gasp as Zayn swoops in to save the day.
"Yeah, very sorry about that ladies. That's why we don't let Niall talk very much in public."
The audience laughs, much to Liam's displeasure. He's too afraid to exhale, just in case his stomach explodes on him. Then his eyes catch a certain prankster behind Harry.
Louis has that damn smirk on his lips again. Liam can only feel himself getting angrier and angrier as he tries to figure out what Louis might've done this time. Suddenly, his stomach gives a long, pitiful groan and his chocolate eyes widen in horror. Oh shit.
"You," Liam spits venomously, catching said prankster's attention.
"I'm going to kill you, Tomlinson."
He groans again when his bowels give a particularly awful shove, and he darts from the couch and off the stage, Louis' voice chasing after him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Liam!" Liam whips around, almost doubling over in pain and concentration.
"What the fuck did you do to me?! It was the water wasn't it? Wasn't it?!"
"I didn't know this would happen, I only dissolved some laxatives into the water."
"How many?"
"Three or four," Louis admits.
"Louis!" Liam howls. "You're a fucking twat, you know that!? Three or four?! I'm going to be shitting my own stomach out now!"
By this time, Niall, Zayn and Harry have rushed backstage to see what's wrong with Liam. Another toxic fart is released and Louis wrinkles his nose.
"Oh god, Niall was right. Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom," he offers bravely.
Liam just hopes he can make it as Louis guides him, realizing that this was why Louis offered to round up Niall and Harry before the interview. To scout out the bathroom for when his prank kicked in. Literally. In that split second, Liam decides that Louis cannot go unpunished. It's time for a taste of his own medicine.
"Oh, it is on, Lou. It is so on. This is war," he seethes.
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As the tour continues for the next few days, the tour bus is dead silent. None of the boys dare ask for the full story of what happened after the interview, which had been ultimately called off due to Liam's 'sickness'. Louis actually felt bad for what he did. He hadn't exactly paid attention to the warning to take one laxative at a time. Or, he didn't exactly heed the warning. Poor Liam wasn't able to get off the toilet for an hour an a half. And even after, it looked extremely painful to walk. He suspected that Liam's bum had hurt much more than the time it was subject to the itching powder.
However, that remorse was quickly curbed when he started receiving literally thousands of calls from enthusiastic fans the next day. Louis later found out that his real cell number had been leaked by another 'fan', who was no doubt Liam bent on revenge. Louis had to admit, that trick was really lame. Annoying, but lame. All he had to do was change his number and that was that. So now he sits on his bunk, texting Eleanor and thinking.
Thinking diabolical thoughts.
Liam had been passive throughout all of Louis' pranking. Louis was even going to give up and move onto Niall after the laxatives. Why fight back now? Louis wonders.
That wasn't nice Lou, Eleanor texts back once he tells her about the joke. Louis just rolls his eyes. Is he the only one that finds it was a bit funny?
He puts down his phone, stretching and decides to join the others. Passing the bathroom door, Louis looks in, seeing Liam playing with his hair and styling it. And an ingenious idea hits him. Louis smirks, quickly moving on so Liam doesn't notice he was ever there. He sprints to the front of the bus, catching the driver off-guard.
"Take us to a pharmacy, please. Or a drug mart, I ran out of tooth paste." The driver nods silently, and an hour later Louis is scouring the hair care aisle of a CVS, a malicious smile spreading across his lips.
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The next morning, Liam unsuspectingly pours a glob of shampoo on his head, lathering it in as he enjoys the hot water sinking into his skin. Nothing strikes him as funny or off when a girlier scent permeates the steam soaked bathroom. It doesn't hit him until he takes his hands out of his hair to rinse them off, noticing and staring at the handfuls of hair that stuck to his fingers. Mouth agape, he washes his hands off quickly and runs them through again, pulling out more clumps of hair.
"What the- [i]Louis![/i]"
Liam jumps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his torso and sprints to the lounge area on the bus.
"What [i]is[/i] this?" Liam points to his nearly bald head. Harry's, Niall's and Zayn's mouths all fall open in simultaneous shock. Louis flashes an innocent smile.
"I thought you liked Nair?"
"Nair?!" Liam yells. "This is Nair?! Louis, you are... so immature!"
Later on, after Liam had managed to rinse all of the Nair shampoo mixture from what was left of his hair, he recruits Zayn to shave the rest off.
"All of it?" The tan boy asks, turning on the electric razor uncertainly.
"Does it look like anything can be saved?" Liam snaps back. With that, Zayn shaves off what is left.
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The prank wars keep going after the Nair fiasco through the next couple weeks of tour. Harry, Niall and Zayn just sit back and keep quiet as Louis scares Liam while the newly shaved boy relieves his bladder in the bathroom, Liam manages to switch a DvD Louis wanted to see with gay porn, and finally, Louis in turn stuffs a hairball into Liam's shoe. Something he won't admit to where he managed to get.
It currently stands at Liam: 2, Louis: 3.
The rest of One Direction are trying to bet what Liam's next plan of attack is. Harry thinks it's something Twitter related, Zayn leans more towards something to do with Eleanor and Niall is convinced Liam must be planning something as big as Louis' laxative prank.
Niall lucks out, earning forty dollars when all four boys hear a piercing shriek coming from the bathroom after the water turns off.
"What did you do?" Zayn asks when Liam snorts triumphantly.
He doesn't need to answer, because Louis storms out of the bathroom, much like Liam after his hair was sabotaged with Nair.
"You're a bastard!" Louis screeches as he points to his hair that has now taken on a puke green color.
Liam just shrugs, winking.
Louis' face burns a bright red before he stomps back into the bathroom.
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Later on that night after the boys, unfortunately- in Louis' opinion, wrap up another show, Liam gets a text from Louis' new number, telling him to meet the green haired boy outside their tour bus after everyone has gone to bed.
Liam should know better, he really should by now, but he ventures outside the comfort and relative safety of the bus anyway.
He sees Louis' figure in the dark and cautiously makes his way towards him.
"Don't worry, mate," Louis says. "No surprises tonight."
Liam raises an eyebrow. "So you're admitting defeat?"
"I'm calling a truce, for real this time." Louis sticks his hand out.
Liam ponders this as he stares at the outstretched offering.
"Fine. Truce."
Liam shakes Louis' hand again.
"Truce," Louis echoes.
"But why?"
"Because there can't be two pranksters in the band, that's my job," Louis grins. "You're supposed to keep me grounded. That's your job. Plus I still feel bad about giving you those laxatives. And my hair and my ego took quite a beating today."
Liam laughs.
"So you are admitting defeat."
"So we're good?" Louis asks after a beat of silence.
"Yeah, we're good."
"Gimme a hug, Li."
Liam complies, holding Louis tightly.
"Now tell me you love me."
"You're pushing it, Lou." Louis squeezes Liam's back hard.
"Say it."
"I love you, Lou," Liam coughs out a laugh.
"I love you too, Li."
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