"I let it fall, my heart!" Katie yelled into a microphone as Harry and I walked in, drunk and exhausted.
"How did she get a microphone!?" I looked seriously at Liam.
He cleared his throat, shooting his glance at my broken fish tank.

"NOO! Gilbert! You killed Gilbert!" I moaned as I watched my dead fish flop for the last time. The glass was cleared already, although the carpet was wet and my fish was under a desk.

"Katie started being a bitch and puffing into everyone's face - and then Zayn joined - so we had to shut them up." Louis explained as he tapped the karaoke machine.

"You couldn't have given her a cookie?" I retort as Katie's voice blasted Set Fire to The Rain by Adele.
What? The girl is a gangster, but she can sing all right.
Zayn groaned at me.

"Jaya. I. Am. Going. Mental." He says pleadingly, looking at me with kawaii eyes.
(Are you going to search up kawaii?)

"It's 12:00, Zayn. Who could possibly get you sex at 12 PM!?" I shouted tiredly.
"You," He responded.

"Go fuck Katie, for all I care. Just leave me alone." I sighed, slumping into a chair.
"Okay. C'mon, Katie."
"Zayn! That wasn't a legitimate statement!" I yowl as they start walking up the stairs.
"Great." Liam puffed.

Louis started rubbing soothing circles into my back, which made me relax a bit.
"I lost Gilbert, I got drunk, and now my little sister and one of my brother's best mates are going to make love." I summarize.

"Yep. You got it tough." Louis jokes, and looks down at me.
I manage a smile.

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you, Niall and Harry went out to get drinks and food for the party." Liam says. I sigh, closing my eyes.

"End my freaking life."
"Ah, gee, look at the time." Liam yawns. "I'm going to bed."
"Good luck, sleeping," I call, grabbing a notepad to start drawing out the party.

By the time Niall and Harry are back, I toss the notepad in their way.
Niall looks it over and nods approvingly.

"You decorate." I sigh, snuggling into Louis, who doesn't mind, and falling asleep.

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*LOUIS'S POV*

Her glasses are tipped slightly ajar to the left. Her sparkling blue eyes are closed, and her chocolate colored hair is spread across her shoulders. She's still wearing her clubbing outfit, snuggled into my sweatshirt, fast asleep.

Jaya is truly gorgeous - one of the reasons I love her.
Yep.
I know what you're thinking.

LOUIS!? Louis Tomlinson? Hopelessly in love with a normal, everyday girl?
I'm supposed to be in love with Emma Stone or Jennifer Lawrence - not Jaya Payne. Sure, she's Liam's sister, but paparazzi don't care that much for her.

When Niall dropped a piece of metal for something, I glanced over to him.
"She's sleeping. Shush."

"Why do you care?" Harry teased, still in his drunken state.
"Louis, your face is turning red." Niall retorts.

"So?" I squirm.
"Sooo.. why do you care about her?"
"Because we're friends?"
"I'm her friend. If she fell asleep with me, I'd wake her up to go drinking." Harry slurred.
"You like her, don't hide it Louis." Niall winked.

"Shut your mouth." I snap.
Oh, god. Is it that obvious?


"It's obvious," Harry replies cheekily.
Great..

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