Malibu (USA)
Beach house
30 04 2016
1730 hours
“Welcome to my occasional, rented, humble abode.” James says as he opens the front door of his beach house two days later.
Louis doesn’t seem surprised or impressed at all, even though he’s never been there. He’s probably used to living in the lap of luxury at all times.
“So where’s my room?” Louis asks, gripping into the handle of his suitcase.
“Upstairs, second to the left.”
“So where am I supposed to sleep?” Zayn intervenes, looking between the two of them.
“With me.” James answers and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Ugh, no thanks. You snore like a f*****g tractor.”
“I do not!” James exclaims, offended.
Louis nods. “Yeah you do mate, sorry.”
“You never seemed to have a problem with it, if I do re
